<?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-2212392599915229415</id><updated>2012-02-16T00:38:20.102-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Grace</title><subtitle type='html'>"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." 2 Corinthians 12:9</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-6830473860631985809</id><published>2009-12-22T04:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T04:34:54.754-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Oh come, let us worship and bow down; let us kneel before the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;, our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Maker&lt;/span&gt;! For &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is our &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;, and we are ... the sheep of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; hand."&lt;/span&gt; Psalm 95:6-7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-6830473860631985809?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/6830473860631985809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=6830473860631985809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6830473860631985809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6830473860631985809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-1837815357200260817</id><published>2009-11-15T04:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-15T05:11:56.875-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me, Lord.... To Share in Worship</title><content type='html'>All of mankind is engaged in worship...of one kind or another.  The question is not whether we worship, but what we worship.  Some of us choose to worship God.  The result is a plentiful harvest of joy, peace, and abundance.  Others distance themselves from God by foolishly worshiping things of this earth such as fame, fortune, or personal gratification.  To do so is a terrible mistake with eternal consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever we place our love for material possessions above our love for God - or when we yield to the countless temptations of the world - we find ourselves engaged in a struggle between good and evil, a clash between God and Satan.  Our responses to these struggles have implications that echo throughout our families and throughout our communities. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can we ensure that we cast our lot with God?  We do so, in part, by the practice of regular worship in the company of fellow believers.  When we worship God faithfully and fervently, we are blessed.  When we fail to worship God, for whatever&lt;br /&gt;reason, we forfeit the spiritual gifts that He intends for us.  Every day provides opportunities to put God where He belongs: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;at the center of our lives&lt;/span&gt;.  When we do so, we worship not just with our words, but with deeds, and that's as it should be.  For believers, God come first. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALWAYS FIRST!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you will not worship God seven days a week, you do not worship Him on one day a week.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;In the sanctuary, we discover beauty: the beauty of His presence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Don't ever come to church without coming as though it were the first time, as though it could be the best time, and as though it might be the last time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have often prayed this prayer before:&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Heavenly Father, this world can be a place of distractions and temptations. But when I worship You, Lord, You direct my path and You cleanse my heart.  Let today and every day be a time of worship and praise.  Let me worship You in everything that I think and do.  Thank You, Lord for the priceless gift of Your Son Jesus.  Let me be worthy of that gift, and let me give You the praise and the glory forever. AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But seek ye first the kingdom of God, and his righteousness; and all these things shall be added unto you." Matthew 6:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-1837815357200260817?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/1837815357200260817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=1837815357200260817' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1837815357200260817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1837815357200260817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-lord-to-shard-in-worship.html' title='Help Me, Lord.... To Share in Worship'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-9137374874275654113</id><published>2009-11-12T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T17:24:24.396-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Help Me, Lord...To live Honestly</title><content type='html'>From the time we are children, we are taught that honesty is the best policy, but sometimes it is so hard to be honest and so easy to be less than honest.  So, we convince ourselves that it's okay to tell &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"little white lies"&lt;/span&gt;.  But there's a problem: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; Little white lies tend to grow up, and when they do, they cause havoc and pain in our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Christian believers, the issue of honesty is not a topic for debate.  Honesty is not just the best policy, it is God's policy, pure and simple.  If we are to be servants worthy of our Savior, Jesus Christ, we avoid all lies, white or otherwise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime soon, perhaps even today, you will be tempted to sow the seeds of deception, perhaps in the form of a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"harmless"&lt;/span&gt; white lie.  Resist that temptation.  Truth is God's way, and a lie -of whatever color- is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;...and ye shall know the truth,&lt;br /&gt;and the truth shall make you free. John 8:32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, truth is Your commandment. You instruct me to seek truth and to live righteously.  Help me, Lord, always to live according to Your commandments.  Sometimes, Lord, speaking the truth can be difficult indeed, but let me speak forthrightly.  And let me walk righteously and courageously so that others might see Your Grace reflected in my words and my deeds.  AMEN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The man of integrity walks securely, but he who takes crooked paths will be found out." Proverbs 10:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-9137374874275654113?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/9137374874275654113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=9137374874275654113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/9137374874275654113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/9137374874275654113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/11/help-me-lordto-live-honestly.html' title='Help Me, Lord...To live Honestly'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-6449011052969413625</id><published>2009-08-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T16:58:36.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah - Peaceful, "long-lived", Comforter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sn9SQbBZSfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jX9FIAAjuvg/s1600-h/Noah+William+McCormick+05.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sn9SQbBZSfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jX9FIAAjuvg/s320/Noah+William+McCormick+05.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099722933914098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William McCormick July '05 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Just came home from the hospital, photo by Beth Larkin)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On July 18, 2005, God sent into the McCormick family a precious gift.  That gift was a little baby boy named &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOAH WILLIAM McCORMICK&lt;/span&gt;. He was a gift we thought we would never be graced with, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; knows best!  After 10 years of praying and giving it all to the Lord, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; saw fit to send us &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;NOAH&lt;/span&gt;! Thank you &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name Noah means &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"long-lived"&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comforter&lt;/span&gt;, this little boy is all those things.  He is one of the most &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt; children you will ever meet. He loves to be a peacemaker and not a fighter. He is &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;peaceful&lt;/span&gt; when he plays by his self or with other children.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Comforter&lt;/span&gt; is what he has been to us! Dunc and I sometimes think we are not going to make it being the ages we are with a 4 year old, but in a funny way Noah always mangers to comforted us in what ever the situation is! He has been a real &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;JOY&lt;/span&gt; to this family! We know because of HIS strength, he will be able to accomplish what ever road &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; chooses for him.  That is where the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"long-lived"&lt;/span&gt; meaning of his name comes in place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all this being said, our baby boy is starting school (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Pre K 4&lt;/span&gt;) tomorrow and it is just hard to believe! It seems like the first Sunday afternoon we had him home and Aunt Beth was playing with him and trying to get him fixed just right for his picture, so she could run and get birth annoucement made for me.  It seems like yesterday I was rocking him to sleep and giving him a bottle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now please don't misunderstand me, I am excited about him going to school.  He is very independent! He is going to do fine, but he look up at me while I was giving him his bath a while ago and said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Mommy, I am nervous about going to school tomorrow!"&lt;/span&gt; And I am having a really hard time with it! Just knowing I can't be there to follow him around and HELP him when he needs me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he was born Aunt Beth spent a day in his nursery painting my favorite verse for a child on the wall and right now that is what gives me comforted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Train a child in the way he should go, and when he is old he will not turn from it." Proverbs 22:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sn9SQBC8uLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qWdFU70levg/s1600-h/t-ball+09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 226px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sn9SQBC8uLI/AAAAAAAAAOw/qWdFU70levg/s320/t-ball+09.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368099715961108658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William McCormick June "09&lt;br /&gt;(4 yrs. old t-ball, photo by Cowart Photography &amp; Simply)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-6449011052969413625?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/6449011052969413625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=6449011052969413625' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6449011052969413625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6449011052969413625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/08/noah-peaceful-long-lived-comforter.html' title='Noah - Peaceful, &quot;long-lived&quot;, Comforter'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sn9SQbBZSfI/AAAAAAAAAO4/jX9FIAAjuvg/s72-c/Noah+William+McCormick+05.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-329669900242861844</id><published>2009-07-19T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T20:45:39.749-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just thoughts!</title><content type='html'>Okay, hang on my mind is going in nine hundred directions and I just need to vent! You ever had a really &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; day and the ole devil just did not like it! Well, maybe this is what this is, who knows!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great weekend, my baby boy turned 4 years old on Saturday. My baby girl came home from being gone to M fuge youth camp all week! Noah had a happy birthday, Anna had a blessed youth trip, great worship service at church this morning, as for me and Dunc life is good, so all is well! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Hmm?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week is going to be crazy! VBS at FBC of Bude every night, Baby sitting for Anna all week on top of Monday thru Friday Soccer practices and her trying to work at VBS.  As for me and Dunc work and long nights of VBS and making sure Anna gets to where she needs to be! Whew.. My Daddy is having back surgery on Wednesday morning, my Mother is trying to take care of him and my baby boy! Oh, did I mention she thinks she is trying to get a Kidney stone?  I can't go to be with Mother during Daddy surgery because Noah William has his 4 year old check up with Dr. Chris Charles Wednesday so that he can finish up on his school shots. Never fear my wonderful husband is going to be with Mother while Daddy is in surgery.  Life is moving so FAST! No time for rest, No time for nothing but being in and out a car going, going and going!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a crazy &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ROAD&lt;/span&gt;! I try really hard to put GOD in the driver seat, but the devil sure likes to hitch a ride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Do we truly have TRUE friends?&lt;/span&gt; People are always out for their self! They don't really care about you and what is going on in your life!! It is about what they can do to make their self look good. Have you ever seen a person that calls himself (herself) a friend, a son (daughter), someone you can talk too and all along that person is just befriending you to get information,to make fun of you or just to say look what I have done for them or I know more then you do about their situation! Come on people let's get &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;REAL&lt;/span&gt;! I am sick to my stomach to have to come in contact with people like this everyday of my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Have you ever really heard GOD calling you to do something and couldn't? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COULDN'T&lt;/span&gt; because there are those people out there that are dragging you and your word down to better them selves! Why does life have to be this way? I pray for my self daily not to be one of those people and sometime because of life I don't like what I see!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the LORD! I am a Christian! I love people! I want to be TRUE! I want to be a good friend, Mother, daughter, sister! I don't want to be a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;FAKE&lt;/span&gt;! Please join me .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-329669900242861844?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/329669900242861844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=329669900242861844' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/329669900242861844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/329669900242861844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-thoughts.html' title='Just thoughts!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3767598514056870675</id><published>2009-07-15T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T21:29:21.377-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer is Going Fast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sl6pEWBnJYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uhlpGGmgSSA/s1600-h/DSCN0826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sl6pEWBnJYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uhlpGGmgSSA/s320/DSCN0826.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358906498714379650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Where has summer gone...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been busy this summer. It is hard to believe it is almost over. I have not had much time on the computer this summer, we have been very busy! Soccer camps, soccer practices, vacation to the mountains, M fuge, 4th of July, t-ball, I could go on and on, but I think you moms know what I mean!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I spent the day with my baby boy SCHOOL SHOPPING! That is so hard to believe! We did hit the JACKPOT in Jackson and now I can say I am finished with not only clothes, but school supplies for Noah! We did all this while "Sissy" (Anna) was at youth camp.  When she gets home I will have to take her shopping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture at the top of the page is of my favorite three! We traveled to the mountains this summer and had a blast! Anna Marie, Noah William and my third child Emily on the way up the Mountian to Cherokee, NC.  We all had a blast and it was a cool vacation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3767598514056870675?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3767598514056870675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3767598514056870675' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3767598514056870675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3767598514056870675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/07/summer-is-going-fast.html' title='Summer is Going Fast'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sl6pEWBnJYI/AAAAAAAAAOo/uhlpGGmgSSA/s72-c/DSCN0826.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-1302958835711318151</id><published>2009-04-30T10:41:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T11:13:03.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My T-ball Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIjgTs0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ypwx00K4bYI/s1600-h/Dscn0756.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIjgTs0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ypwx00K4bYI/s320/Dscn0756.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330543569102156610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William's first T-ball game April 25, 2009 &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(3 yrs. and 9 mths.)&lt;/span&gt;, He is playing for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LARKIN VET CLINIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIQk-g_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/DoprPkcwR4A/s1600-h/Dscn0761.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIQk-g_I/AAAAAAAAAOY/DoprPkcwR4A/s320/Dscn0761.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330543564021466098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah #23 first time to ball! (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GO, NOAH!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIHjKObI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EkLUazqlZjM/s1600-h/Dscn0768.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIHjKObI/AAAAAAAAAOQ/EkLUazqlZjM/s320/Dscn0768.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330543561597925810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes it to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1st base&lt;/span&gt;! Yay! Ms. Vicki is there to get him to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2nd base&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlH_uDQEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oWnbzZg7tq8/s1600-h/Dscn0771.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlH_uDQEI/AAAAAAAAAOI/oWnbzZg7tq8/s320/Dscn0771.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330543559496122434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Vicki gets him to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2nd base&lt;/span&gt; and Sissy (Anna) is there waiting to get him to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3rd base&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YOU CAN DO IT! GO NOAH!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlHsbs-kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qQF3HYNx_V0/s1600-h/Dscn0772.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlHsbs-kI/AAAAAAAAAOA/qQF3HYNx_V0/s320/Dscn0772.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330543554318891586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He makes it &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HOME&lt;/span&gt;! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;but he doesn't know the run don't count&lt;/span&gt;) That is okay! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WAY TO GO NOAH!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday, April 25th was Noah Williams' 1st T-ball game! He had a ball! We were very proud of him.  He had no ideal what he was getting into or what a baseball field was, but he sure did a great job! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; loves it! That is all he has talked about this week.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"When is the next game, Mom?"&lt;/span&gt; He is one of the youngest ones on the team, but I think he is going to be really good a baseball! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I am his Mom, though!&lt;/span&gt;) lol Thanks to Dr. Pat Larkin for being the team sponsor.  They are all having a great time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-1302958835711318151?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/1302958835711318151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=1302958835711318151' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1302958835711318151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1302958835711318151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-t-ball-player_30.html' title='My T-ball Player'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SfnlIjgTs0I/AAAAAAAAAOg/ypwx00K4bYI/s72-c/Dscn0756.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-970422115748931300</id><published>2009-04-30T10:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-30T10:41:45.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My T-ball Player</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-970422115748931300?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/970422115748931300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=970422115748931300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/970422115748931300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/970422115748931300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/04/my-t-ball-player.html' title='My T-ball Player'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-7767502607617147349</id><published>2009-04-17T19:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T20:10:57.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6ldukvSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptUI5KncAnY/s1600-h/Dscn0713.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6ldukvSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptUI5KncAnY/s320/Dscn0713.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325852449651866914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter 2009&lt;/span&gt;, Anna Marie 14 years old and Noah William 3 years and 9 months &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6lK92BiI/AAAAAAAAANw/f99miwCKCs0/s1600-h/Dscn0693.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6lK92BiI/AAAAAAAAANw/f99miwCKCs0/s320/Dscn0693.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325852444615640610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Marie and her friend Taylor Moak with the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6kzOyYVI/AAAAAAAAANo/n-8wM6rSgsE/s1600-h/Dscn0700.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6kzOyYVI/AAAAAAAAANo/n-8wM6rSgsE/s320/Dscn0700.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325852438244254034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Marie's Easter Basket (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Flip Flops, Ear Rings, T-Shirt, Candy ect.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6kk-Q2OI/AAAAAAAAANg/_IR12n64Njc/s1600-h/Dscn0685.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6kk-Q2OI/AAAAAAAAANg/_IR12n64Njc/s320/Dscn0685.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325852434416851170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William with the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6kSK8xMI/AAAAAAAAANY/9gDNDqM4soE/s1600-h/Dscn0699.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6kSK8xMI/AAAAAAAAANY/9gDNDqM4soE/s320/Dscn0699.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325852429369787586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William's Easter Basket (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nerf Gun, Frisbee, Nerf Balls, Candy ect.&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just love &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt;! It is my favorite time of the year.  It was beautiful outside, cool, but not to cold. The weekend was great! It started on Good Friday, I did not have to work so Noah and I went to hunt for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; shoes for his church outfit.  We had a good day of shopping and just being together.  Anna and her Nana were off to get their nails and toes done up pretty for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Sunday, so all was happy. That night when we got home Dunc and I enjoyed dying &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; eggs with the kids, so the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt; would have plenty of eggs to go in baskets.  A blessed day of being together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning we were up early for the Children's &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Breakfast and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Egg hunt at the church.  Thanks to Ms. Amy Moak it was a very fun morning.  The kids had cinnamon rolls and chocolate milk or juice for breakfast and the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt; showed up for pictures, it was great! Thanks Ms. Amy for the wonderful memories made at church on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter 2009&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday afternoon we talked Papa into boiling some Shrimp, potatoes and corn for us! Wow, what a treat! It was great...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOBODY&lt;/span&gt; boils Shrimp like Papa! Thanks Papa for being a great cook. More memories being made with the family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Sunday morning we were up early because the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt; had stopped by and dropped off some beautiful &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Baskets&lt;/span&gt; for Anna and Noah! Thanks &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Easter Bunny&lt;/span&gt; they loved their baskets.  Then it was on to the church for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Easter&lt;/span&gt; Service. We had donuts, coffee and chocolate milk before service and then we had a wonderful musical put on by FBC of Bude's Adult Choir &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My Chains are Gone"&lt;/span&gt;, it was great! Thanks to Bro. Bobby Davis for directing the them, he did a great job!  Bro. Moak preached and the Holy Spirit was there! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HE is ALIVE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday afternoon was spent at Nana's, we had lots of food, fun and family! Papa and Nana, Dunc, me, Anna and Noah, Mark, Christy, Tanner and Kaitlyn, Judy, Scott and Dana, Hunter and Mamaw Dorothy! Just a blessed weekend! Lots of memories that will never be forgotten! Thank you Lord for being &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt; in us...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-7767502607617147349?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/7767502607617147349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=7767502607617147349' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7767502607617147349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7767502607617147349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/04/easter-2009.html' title='Easter 2009'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sek6ldukvSI/AAAAAAAAAN4/ptUI5KncAnY/s72-c/Dscn0713.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8996886232780384446</id><published>2009-04-10T14:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T16:35:50.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Don't Feed The Zebras ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A4SFuHEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JXe1PC0K4kI/s1600-h/Dscn0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A4SFuHEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JXe1PC0K4kI/s320/Dscn0659.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323185357736254530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah's 3 year old field trip to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GLOBAL WILDLIFE CENTER in Folsom, La&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A37m2-0I/AAAAAAAAANI/6fxoc-IGd1Q/s1600-h/Dscn0630.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A37m2-0I/AAAAAAAAANI/6fxoc-IGd1Q/s320/Dscn0630.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323185351701232450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hannah Jones, Noah McCormick, Krisalyn Jackson, Miller Lloyd and Shane Arnold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A3sOZPeI/AAAAAAAAANA/WkACEMOotTQ/s1600-h/Dscn0648.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A3sOZPeI/AAAAAAAAANA/WkACEMOotTQ/s320/Dscn0648.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323185347572088290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nana with Noah and Shane on the Tractor Train getting ready to feed the animals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A3dTRw9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BvLwxHb91vk/s1600-h/Dscn0638.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A3dTRw9I/AAAAAAAAAM4/BvLwxHb91vk/s320/Dscn0638.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323185343566037970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miller, Shane, Krisalyn and Noah after the Easter Egg Hunt at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GLOBAL WILDLIFE CENTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A3PSF2HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w9JoFyFjQCo/s1600-h/Dscn0629.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A3PSF2HI/AAAAAAAAAMw/w9JoFyFjQCo/s320/Dscn0629.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323185339802966130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks goes to Ms. Carrie and Miller for making some bunny cupcakes for the picnic they had at the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GLOBAL WILDLIFE CENTER&lt;/span&gt;(&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Noah loved them! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YUM, YUM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Wednesday was a great day! Ms. Jas took her 3 &amp; 4 year old class on a field trip to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Folsom, Louisiana&lt;/span&gt; to the&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt; GLOBAL WILDLIFE CENTER&lt;/span&gt;.  The kids and grown up had a blast! If you have never been it is very worth a trip! It was a great outing for all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We pack up the car with Peanut Butter and Jelly sandwiches and chips and cupcakes and Easter baskets and eggs and cameras and ice chest and lots of smiles and headed out. We all had a great time.  Noah wanted his daddy to go, but it just did not work out.  That was OK with Noah because Nana is always on call! She and I went with Noah. It was a perfect place and a perfect day. We had a picnic on the grounds of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GLOBAL WILDLIFE CENTER&lt;/span&gt; and they also had a Easter Egg Hunt. Lots of awesome memories were made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing the guide told the kids was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"DON'T FEED THE ZEBRAS!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; All the kids took that to heart and did just as the man said! Most of them would not even get close to the side with their feed cups when a Zebra came around.  The Zebras are a little mean when it comes to feed and they will bite you! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Nana for going with us! We all had a great time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8996886232780384446?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8996886232780384446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8996886232780384446' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8996886232780384446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8996886232780384446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-feed-zebras.html' title='~ Don&apos;t Feed The Zebras ~'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/Sd_A4SFuHEI/AAAAAAAAANQ/JXe1PC0K4kI/s72-c/Dscn0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4723398405802221371</id><published>2009-03-30T18:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T19:26:14.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>~ Birthday Supper at Dixie Springs Cafe ~</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFzngiYSzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JkAOBgBuBZk/s1600-h/Dscn0583.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFzngiYSzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JkAOBgBuBZk/s320/Dscn0583.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159757487491890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Marie (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;14 yrs. old, March 30th&lt;/span&gt;) and Emily Alyne (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;14 yrs. old, March 22nd&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFznWj2IlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7k6Qbq7o3ds/s1600-h/Dscn0584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFznWj2IlI/AAAAAAAAAL4/7k6Qbq7o3ds/s320/Dscn0584.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159754809287250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"BOOTS"&lt;/span&gt;,  and may I say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DESIGNER&lt;/span&gt; rain boots! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;thing&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFznDy-C1I/AAAAAAAAALw/jSyMBMQzYmI/s1600-h/Dscn0586.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFznDy-C1I/AAAAAAAAALw/jSyMBMQzYmI/s320/Dscn0586.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159749772446546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna's birthday cake &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(butter birthday cake, yum!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFzmmbhyzI/AAAAAAAAALo/avOVotmH4OY/s1600-h/Dscn0592.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFzmmbhyzI/AAAAAAAAALo/avOVotmH4OY/s320/Dscn0592.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319159741889497906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna and Emily at Dixie Springs Cafe for their &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; supper (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PARTY!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started Friday, March 27th, the phone rang at work and it was Anna, she was so excited! She had studied so hard the night before for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; Science test and Math test and of course was stressing! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I have not ideal where she gets that!&lt;/span&gt;) She had made a 105 on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; Science test and 96 on the Math test, she was so happy and ready to start celebrating her birthday.  Bear in mind this was the 27th! So, her Daddy went to check her out of school to start the weekend. Of course when he got to the school to check her out, our 2nd daughter (Emily) was in the office waiting to join in the fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night we took the girls to eat at BO BO's in Brookhaven and got caught up in the middle of a storm.  We made it home and they started watching movie when the weather got worst and worst! At 12:05 a.m. Dunc and I made the kids go to the closet because the weather alarm was going off in Bude!  The weather finely dead down and I closed my eyes about 3:00 a.m. Now I am the one who is up with the chickens at about 5:00 a.m. every morning, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NOT&lt;/span&gt; Saturday! 9:30 a.m. I woke up...I had promised the girls I would take them shopping for their designer rain boots for their birthday! As you can see we found just what they wanted!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night we made plans to take the girls to &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Dixie Springs Cafe&lt;/span&gt; for supper. Neither of the girls had ever ate there.  They had a blast! We reserved the top room for the BIRTHDAY party. We had about 26 to show up and they eat and talked and dance and talked and eat and talked and just had a all around good time! Did I tell you they &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TALKED....&lt;/span&gt;They got lots of neat things for their birthday! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PEACE SIGN&lt;/span&gt;, everything, that is cool you know! They enjoy being able to celebrate their birthdays together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love those two very much and I think we spoil them just a little! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"HAPPY BIRTHDAY" ~ Anna and Emily ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4723398405802221371?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4723398405802221371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4723398405802221371' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4723398405802221371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4723398405802221371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/03/birthday-supper-at-dixie-springs-cafe.html' title='~ Birthday Supper at Dixie Springs Cafe ~'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdFzngiYSzI/AAAAAAAAAMA/JkAOBgBuBZk/s72-c/Dscn0583.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-6295043484016589974</id><published>2009-03-30T03:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T04:07:24.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Anna!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdCigs-innI/AAAAAAAAALg/reOoc-p6rbg/s1600-h/Img_9341.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdCigs-innI/AAAAAAAAALg/reOoc-p6rbg/s320/Img_9341.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318929842637545074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Marie McCormick 14 years old today! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Happy birthday&lt;/span&gt; my sweet Anna! Fourteen years ago today God sent me the most precious gift in the world and that was you.  I have enjoyed watching you grow up and I am so proud of who you have turned out to be.  I look at you sometime and know I have a purpose in life! Thank you for who you are. Know that your Daddy and I pray for you every night.  We can't wait to see what God has in store for you and your life. Hope you have a happy, blessed day! Remember keep God first no matter what life throws your way! I love you...Mom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Charm is deceptive, and beauty is fleeting; but a woman who fears the Lord is to be praised." (Proverbs 31:30)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-6295043484016589974?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/6295043484016589974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=6295043484016589974' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6295043484016589974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6295043484016589974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-anna.html' title='Happy Birthday Anna!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SdCigs-innI/AAAAAAAAALg/reOoc-p6rbg/s72-c/Img_9341.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-6117045706741264217</id><published>2009-03-23T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T04:09:27.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Break and A Day In The Park</title><content type='html'>The only time I had off on the kids spring break was Wednesday afternoon. We had plan to go to the movies, but there was nothing on the kids wanted to see.  So I let them pick what they want to do.  They both decided a picnic in the park would be fun! It was a beautiful day and their ideal of a picnic was Burger King! (ha, ha!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we went a pick up lunch and on to the Kids Kingdom we went.  We had a nice spot for lunch and Noah was ready to go play! I found a nice bench and set to take pictures. They had a ball! We look up and here come Beth and Bailey, Noah was excited to have someone else to play with.  Beth and I enjoy just sitting there watching them and getting to catch up.  We look up again and here come Alisa Romero with her four children, Spencer, Leigha, Kathrine and Nathan! That really made Noah day. He and Nathan are buddies, so Noah enjoyed playing with him.  Alisa joined Beth and I as we continued to caught up! It was a beautiful nice 3 hours of friends and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN3iIkuJI/AAAAAAAAALY/fm4hEEe2SXA/s1600-h/Dscn0549.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN3iIkuJI/AAAAAAAAALY/fm4hEEe2SXA/s320/Dscn0549.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316444239073425554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring Break '09 Anna Marie 13 yrs. old and Noah William 3 yrs. old having a picnic in the park.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN3FVxO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2I7Xskm378c/s1600-h/Dscn0554.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN3FVxO2I/AAAAAAAAALQ/2I7Xskm378c/s320/Dscn0554.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316444231344143202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William coming down the slide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN2nWJ1kI/AAAAAAAAALI/1-1zteLY2uk/s1600-h/Dscn0566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN2nWJ1kI/AAAAAAAAALI/1-1zteLY2uk/s320/Dscn0566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316444223292692034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monkey See, Monkey Do! That is Nathan Romero with Noah William&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN2b_mahI/AAAAAAAAALA/vNaqvb1zRCc/s1600-h/Dscn0558.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN2b_mahI/AAAAAAAAALA/vNaqvb1zRCc/s320/Dscn0558.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316444220245305874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna Maire and Bailey Larkin enjoying the swings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN1_YciAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zoFwAD61Rv8/s1600-h/Dscn0561.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN1_YciAI/AAAAAAAAAK4/zoFwAD61Rv8/s320/Dscn0561.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316444212564887554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William pushing his sister in the swings! He is such a big boy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-6117045706741264217?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/6117045706741264217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=6117045706741264217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6117045706741264217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6117045706741264217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/03/blog-post.html' title='Spring Break and A Day In The Park'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScfN3iIkuJI/AAAAAAAAALY/fm4hEEe2SXA/s72-c/Dscn0549.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-452905898480527348</id><published>2009-03-18T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:22:00.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A First for Noah</title><content type='html'>It has been a really busy March for our family.  Dunc has two beautiful nieces who both decided to be married in March. Sarah was the first to be married on March 7, 2009 at Parkway Baptist Church in Natchez.  She married Billy Williams.  Billy has been a part of our family sense the day Noah was born in July 2005!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will never forget the first time I met Billy, we had brought Noah home from the hospital, Sarah came to see him and brought Billy to meet us.  I had been having trouble with headaches and had to go back to the hospital for a blood patch on my spinal cored, so I was flat on my back.  That did not matter to Billy, he held and loved Noah, while I was flat on my back.  He felt right at home. We fell in love with him than and it just felt like he was one of the family. So we are glad he has become a real family member.  Noah and Billy bonded when Noah was just a few days old and they still have a very special bond!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, Billy and Sarah ask if Noah would be in their wedding when Noah was just 2 1/2 years old.  Noah is now 3 1/2 years old and was the ring carrier in the wedding. I was so proud of him.  He did a great job!  Everything they told him to do he did.  May I say he was very handsome too!  I don't have pictures from the wedding yet, but I will soon! These are the pictures I took at rehearsal the night before.  Noah got to stand with Austin and Patrick, who are my older nephews. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(May I say he acted better then they did!)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt; Just kidding guys....let's just say Austin and Patrick have taught him a few things! Even how to dance at the reception party! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(Ha!Ha!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a beautiful wedding! I pray for a long life together for the both of them and that my Noah grows up to be a good Christian man and find a good Christian wife like Billy and Sarah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNw5MxTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ySlwPuMzaxU/s1600-h/Dscn0538.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNw5MxTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ySlwPuMzaxU/s320/Dscn0538.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723885295125810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as Sarah Womack, with decisions to be made!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNuxWPgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QU82X9TiVEQ/s1600-h/Dscn0539.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNuxWPgI/AAAAAAAAAKo/QU82X9TiVEQ/s320/Dscn0539.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723884725321218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; wedding party, 8 beautiful young ladies, one beautiful flower girl, 8 handsome young men and one very handsome ring carrier, Dr. Joe, groom and fill in bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNUG5ATI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zhkRO6HL4bs/s1600-h/Dscn0541.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNUG5ATI/AAAAAAAAAKg/zhkRO6HL4bs/s320/Dscn0541.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723877567922482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, 8 beautiful young ladies with Natalie Smith as the flower girl, she is the daughter of Josh and Jennifer Smith.  Noah loved Nat!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNf7TIhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KPdCF-z093c/s1600-h/Dscn0540.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNf7TIhI/AAAAAAAAAKY/KPdCF-z093c/s320/Dscn0540.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723880740528658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, 8 handsome young men with Noah William as the ring carrier.  He was so handsome! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE IS MINE...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(see Patrick up to his tricks!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxMlt4DVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ml-MVmxy9TM/s1600-h/Dscn0542.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxMlt4DVI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/Ml-MVmxy9TM/s320/Dscn0542.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314723865114971474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Billy Williams, the groom with Noah and Nat!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-452905898480527348?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/452905898480527348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=452905898480527348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/452905898480527348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/452905898480527348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-for-noah.html' title='A First for Noah'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/ScGxNw5MxTI/AAAAAAAAAKw/ySlwPuMzaxU/s72-c/Dscn0538.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5639541583083736494</id><published>2009-03-04T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T04:45:36.364-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings come in many ways!</title><content type='html'>I wish I had pictures, but I don't! I have to tell a quick story....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the hustle and bustle, we get so caught up with our problems that it can take you over sometimes. There has been a lot going on around here, the logging business is not very good right now, the economy is terrible it seem no matter what you make it takes more to live these days! Teenager or should I say TeenMonster.... Just got a call last night about my cousin who has breast cancer, it is not good! When first found it was a stage one, after surgery yesterday and having both removed, it has now been moved to a stage four! She is 52 years old, never been married, has no children, she believes in our Lord and Savior and has a huge family support, but it is not good! Please keep her in your prayers. (&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Julie Mowad&lt;/span&gt;) Just stuff I could go on and on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all are blessed in so many ways, how do we count them? Do we give God the credit HE deserves? Yesterday afternoon I had a precious little boy walk in the clinic door with big blue eyes, blond hair and a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BIG&lt;/span&gt; smile on his face! He look up at me and said Ms. Jill this is for you! In the most brightest orange envelope you have ever seen was a beautiful &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thank you!"&lt;/span&gt; He had made &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ME&lt;/span&gt; a card and made his mom bring him to give it to me! My day was blessed beyond measures....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is simple, Isaac is about 6 and his brother and a friend had gotten a new puppy a couple of weeks ago, he never said anything about wanting one at that time! When he finely told his mom he wanted one she had to start the search.  She call me at the clinic and told me if I knew anyone with Austrian Puppy please let her know. The search was on for Isaac a puppy!  I ask around, but had not been successful in finding one.  Friday afternoon, Isaac and his family stopped at the clinic to show me his new found puppy &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"STAR"&lt;/span&gt;.  They found him while in Brookhaven.  That was the happiest little blue eyed boy with the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Big&lt;/span&gt; smile on his face I had ever seen.  I did not do anything, but in Isaac's eyes I helped him find his puppy.  I don't know if he knows how much he has blessed my heart.  I guess I should say he has stole my heart.  Isaac will always have a special place in my heart!  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I love you... Isaac!&lt;/span&gt;  Thank you Lord for little blessing like Isaac and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"STAR"&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord for the simplicity of life!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5639541583083736494?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5639541583083736494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5639541583083736494' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5639541583083736494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5639541583083736494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/03/blessings-come-in-many-ways.html' title='Blessings come in many ways!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3863214099594904797</id><published>2009-02-10T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T03:52:39.634-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged, by LEON!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZFmNsNSU4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k5oLaI63vk0/s1600-h/Img_4321.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZFmNsNSU4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k5oLaI63vk0/s320/Img_4321.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301130621783004034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have bee tagged by LEON! Leon tagged me with a photo challenge.  Here are the rules:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) Go to the 4th folder in your computer where you store your pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Pick the 4th picture in the folder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) Explain the picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) Tag 4 friends to do the same&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have really enjoyed this tag because when I followed the rules and got to the 4th folder and picked out the 4th picture it was a very special one.  This picture was taken the day of my baby girl Anna Maire's Baptism. This is a picture of Bro. Webb Armstrong and Anna on January 28, 2007.  A very special day in our lives.  Bro. Webb and Louise will always have a very special place in the heart of my family. This picture brings back a lot of good memories for me. Thank you, LEON for the tag!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I choose . . .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tiffany Herring&lt;br /&gt;Samantha Sivils&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie Sullivan&lt;br /&gt;Joddie Springs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3863214099594904797?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3863214099594904797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3863214099594904797' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3863214099594904797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3863214099594904797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/02/ive-been-tagged-by-leon.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged, by LEON!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZFmNsNSU4I/AAAAAAAAAJ4/k5oLaI63vk0/s72-c/Img_4321.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-192096557552673561</id><published>2009-02-09T17:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:13:29.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dixie National Rodeo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadzhoT2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HH-mGtnZ9-s/s1600-h/Dscn0497.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadzhoT2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HH-mGtnZ9-s/s320/Dscn0497.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300976966997397346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadpaJr9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Co0V6Ff-uYc/s1600-h/Dscn0505.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadpaJr9I/AAAAAAAAAJo/Co0V6Ff-uYc/s320/Dscn0505.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300976964281675730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadWFjYlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d07L3ZsDK4A/s1600-h/Dscn0510.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadWFjYlI/AAAAAAAAAJg/d07L3ZsDK4A/s320/Dscn0510.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300976959095005778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDaddrnyfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DQlQsqcMSeo/s1600-h/Dscn0513.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDaddrnyfI/AAAAAAAAAJY/DQlQsqcMSeo/s320/Dscn0513.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300976961133726194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDac0-JsVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MElmAMfwKP4/s1600-h/Dscn0527.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDac0-JsVI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/MElmAMfwKP4/s320/Dscn0527.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5300976950205591890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great family day! Everyone knows when the Dixie National Rodeo is going on you become a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Real"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cowboy&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I said a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Real"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cowboy&lt;/span&gt;....Noah William had been wanting to go to the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RODEO&lt;/span&gt; all week, so I surprised him and his sister with tickets for Sundays 3:00 pm show.  It was worth it all watching my baby boy be a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Real"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;cowboy&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ha!Ha!)&lt;/span&gt; He had a ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We played hookie from church to enjoy a family day. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I think the Lord would not have minded)&lt;/span&gt; I guess I should back up to Saturday.  Noah wanted some new boots, boots like Thomas Patrick, you know green John Deer and nothing but!  So we got up early Saturday morning to go to town to find some &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GREEN John Deer&lt;/span&gt; boots, and we did. He has not had them off sents we got them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We let the kids sleep late Sunday and then off the Jackson we went.  We were going to eat a light lunch in Brookhaven and after the Rodeo we were going to eat supper. When we got to Brookhaven the lights were out and NO fast food, so on we went.  We got as far as Byram and stop to eat a the Backyard Burger for lunch, which Noah loved because it had a inside play ground, but the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GREEN John Deer &lt;/span&gt;boots had to come off to play.  He made the sacrifice! After lunch it was on to the Rodeo!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived I went straight to the box office to get our tickets, after talking to a machine I was a little scared of where we would be sitting. We had great seats! Noah's eye were big as coins the whole time.  He watched everything that happen and will give you a play by play if you ask him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Oak Ridge Boys were the entertainment! Old as the hills and still got it, or so Anna and Emily thinks. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ha!Ha!)&lt;/span&gt;  The girls got to be right up at the stage when they were performing.  They thought that was really &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COOL&lt;/span&gt;! We all had a great time. I am really blessed to have a wonderful Godly husband and father, along with a beautiful young lady for a daughter and lets not forget about my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Real"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Cowboy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-192096557552673561?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/192096557552673561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=192096557552673561' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/192096557552673561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/192096557552673561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/02/yesterday-was-great-family-day-everyone.html' title='Dixie National Rodeo'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SZDadzhoT2I/AAAAAAAAAJw/HH-mGtnZ9-s/s72-c/Dscn0497.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-739064454112327289</id><published>2009-01-21T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T13:34:48.713-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ORDINARY DAY</title><content type='html'>I don't even know where to start!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is just another day, but today &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; answered two prayers.  I have been praying for peace and joy in two situation in my life for about 4 months now, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; and thank you, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Lord&lt;/span&gt;!  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; answered two today...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is amazing to see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; work.  Just when you are sitting there going &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"HELLO, do you hear me?"&lt;/span&gt; and feel as if &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is not on you main line at the moment, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HE IS THERE!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Just call, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; answers! That reminds me of the song &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"JESUS on the main line".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ordinary day with an extraordinary friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Cast your cares on the Lord and He will sustain you." Psalm 55:22 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace,&lt;br /&gt;Jill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-739064454112327289?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/739064454112327289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=739064454112327289' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/739064454112327289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/739064454112327289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/01/ordinary-day.html' title='ORDINARY DAY'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3761403046645714694</id><published>2009-01-16T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T04:14:19.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear</title><content type='html'>Do you sometimes feel that although you've been spending time with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, nothing happens?  You wonder is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; even there, or worse, if &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; has left you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess who produces this fear of being alone with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;?  Rest assured that the last thing Satan wants is for us to spend time with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.  He will attack in all sorts of ways because he knows that the more time we spend with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;, the more we will recognize all the lies and fears that he has worked so hard to firmly plant in our minds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I decide to really seek &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; and listen for &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; voice, more than anything else, Satan will do everything he can to keep me distracted.  He knows I will become a powerful adversary when I begin to listen to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt;.  Don't let him fool you though; &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; will meet you any place, any time, no matter what's going on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; to meet you today. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Don't be afraid.  Stand firm and see the LORD's salvation He will provide for you today" Exodus 14:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3761403046645714694?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3761403046645714694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3761403046645714694' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3761403046645714694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3761403046645714694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/01/fear.html' title='Fear'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4193164784779300600</id><published>2009-01-07T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T04:47:44.517-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Tanner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SWSiJTUh6yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OvCYaMseFsY/s1600-h/Brittney+012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SWSiJTUh6yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OvCYaMseFsY/s320/Brittney+012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288530143128709922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is the first baby of the family's 15th birthday!  Our babies grow up to fast! The older I get the faster time goes!  I love you Tanner and I am so proud of the young man you have turn out to be.  Remember to always keep &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;God&lt;/span&gt; close to you and let NO one take him away...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is the reason we &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIVE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY&lt;/span&gt; and I hope you have many more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YOU WILL ALWAYS BE MY HEART!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you,&lt;br /&gt;Aunt Jill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4193164784779300600?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4193164784779300600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4193164784779300600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4193164784779300600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4193164784779300600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/01/happy-birthday-tanner.html' title='Happy Birthday, Tanner!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SWSiJTUh6yI/AAAAAAAAAJI/OvCYaMseFsY/s72-c/Brittney+012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-6898403245534227494</id><published>2009-01-02T11:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:59:24.112-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks!</title><content type='html'>A very special &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thank you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; from my family to yours, as some of you know my Dad had hip replacement surgery New Years Eve. He is doing very good! Everything went well and he is on his way to a long recovery period, so I want to say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thanks"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; for your prayers and please continue to pray for him and my Mother. He is still in the hospital at Baptist in Jackson. We hope he will get to come home to the Franklin Co. Hospital on Monday to continue his recovery and therapy! He will be in the hospital for 14 to 21 days so he needs your prayers. . . Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-6898403245534227494?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/6898403245534227494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=6898403245534227494' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6898403245534227494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6898403245534227494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2009/01/thanks.html' title='Thanks!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4753838643765944566</id><published>2008-12-25T06:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T06:51:08.409-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas '08</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SVOc2j08ubI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DQXV0pCQSBc/s1600-h/Img_6166.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SVOc2j08ubI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DQXV0pCQSBc/s320/Img_6166.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283739248979917234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you and yours have a blessed day! We hope all your dreams came true...and don't forget to think of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; on this day and days to come.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is the reason for not only the season, but &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIFE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt;mas,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The McCormick's&lt;br /&gt;Dunc, Jill, Anna &amp; Noah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4753838643765944566?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4753838643765944566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4753838643765944566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4753838643765944566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4753838643765944566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-08.html' title='Merry Christmas &apos;08'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SVOc2j08ubI/AAAAAAAAAJA/DQXV0pCQSBc/s72-c/Img_6166.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5640180890621538000</id><published>2008-12-24T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T05:04:05.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Forget Jesus</title><content type='html'>Christmas is a special time&lt;br /&gt;To reflect on Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;The wonder of His lowly birth&lt;br /&gt;Brings meaning to our lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There really is no other reason&lt;br /&gt;We celebrate this day &lt;br /&gt;The birth of God's precious son&lt;br /&gt;And the life He willingly gave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But so much seems to distract us&lt;br /&gt;In the busy-ness of our lives&lt;br /&gt;We lose our focus in all the happenings&lt;br /&gt;Not knowing, we leave out Christ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We lose sight of the true meaning &lt;br /&gt;As we endlessly rush about&lt;br /&gt;Trying to find that perfect gift&lt;br /&gt;Seems to cloud our Saviour out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to stop and reflect awhile&lt;br /&gt;Remembering our precious Lord&lt;br /&gt;His birth, His life and sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;And all that He stands for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For though the world may celebrate&lt;br /&gt;It seems though for other reasons&lt;br /&gt;Let's keep in mind that Jesus Christ&lt;br /&gt;Is the true meaning of the season&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by M.S. Lowndes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"MERRY CHRISTMAS FRIENDS!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;May &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHRIST&lt;/span&gt; be the center of your season. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5640180890621538000?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5640180890621538000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5640180890621538000' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5640180890621538000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5640180890621538000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/12/dont-forget-jesus.html' title='Don&apos;t Forget Jesus'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5211568138924864786</id><published>2008-12-11T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T14:50:51.275-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My gifts . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTKeWRAtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yzgzYcQC2pI/s1600-h/Img_9331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTKeWRAtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yzgzYcQC2pI/s320/Img_9331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278662046409360082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  Noah William McCormick December 2008 (3 1/2 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTJ5ZLhNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nxoYnRbtv0M/s1600-h/Img_9492.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTJ5ZLhNI/AAAAAAAAAIw/nxoYnRbtv0M/s320/Img_9492.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278662036489471186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                     Anna and Noah McCormick December 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTJq-w7WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7V0ORWTflWk/s1600-h/Img_9396.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTJq-w7WI/AAAAAAAAAIo/7V0ORWTflWk/s320/Img_9396.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278662032620580194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Anna Marie McCormick December 2008 (13 1/2 years old)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it really does feel like Christmas, today! The snow is on the ground which is unbelievable, it is cold and wet, but oh how thankful we are! I have plenty of snow picture I will post, but these pictures are my favorite right now! My best friend, Beth Larkin made these picture of my babies.These are the pictures I used for my Christmas cards. "Thanks Beth!" My Christmas card are all sent out and I have had a wonderful afternoon of napping and snuggling with my babies because of the snow. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A SNOW DAY! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to work this morning, but due to the weather we did not have much going on!  We stayed until 12:00 pm and Dr. Pat said let's go!  People were not on the roads or getting out in this weather so we went home.  I have enjoyed a day of being with my babies and being with Dunc! Got Christmas cards done, cooked a good lunch, took a good nap, did lots of praying and had queit time, all is good at the McCormick house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you all and please continue to pray for me! God hears us and I thank you all for the prayers you have already sent my way! Pray, pray, pray...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Know that the Lord is God.  It is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; who made us, and we are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;; we are &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; people, the sheep of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; pasture."  Psalm 100:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5211568138924864786?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5211568138924864786/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5211568138924864786' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5211568138924864786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5211568138924864786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-gifts.html' title='My gifts . . .'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SUGTKeWRAtI/AAAAAAAAAI4/yzgzYcQC2pI/s72-c/Img_9331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4405633007182076974</id><published>2008-12-09T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:20:53.724-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times in our lives when God calls and we are not sure we hear what &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is saying....I have been call by God to a task that is way out of my &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;comfort zone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;! I have been going through spiritual war with myself, not knowing if I am hearing the call as God announced, so please pray for total peace and understanding for me.  Pray I do as God ask of me and I do only &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; will. Pray for my family as it involves them and pray for friends who have already begin to put up with me questioning myself.  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/span&gt; is what I need.  I know God is in control, but my head is out of control. Please &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;PRAY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace,&lt;br /&gt;Jill&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4405633007182076974?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4405633007182076974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4405633007182076974' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4405633007182076974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4405633007182076974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/12/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5003166029040100997</id><published>2008-11-20T04:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-20T04:45:44.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Fest For Noah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUWedYtiI/AAAAAAAAAII/AnWIXuEXK7A/s1600-h/Dscn0319.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUWedYtiI/AAAAAAAAAII/AnWIXuEXK7A/s320/Dscn0319.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270711684017206818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William McCormick, 3 years old 2008&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUX8Gn8UI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pAidiBZDZBU/s1600-h/Dscn0327.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUX8Gn8UI/AAAAAAAAAIg/pAidiBZDZBU/s320/Dscn0327.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270711709154668866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ms. Jas and the Indian's getting ready for their Thanksgiving fest and saying what they were thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUXXwrgkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/csyvZ-Mg6_4/s1600-h/Dscn0323.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUXXwrgkI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/csyvZ-Mg6_4/s320/Dscn0323.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270711699398951490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah McCormick, Shane Aronld, Krisalyn Jackson, and Miller Lloyd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Thanksgiving Fest"&lt;/span&gt; at school for Noah! Again, a ball was had by all...The kids dressed up as Pilgrims and Indians and they had a fest! Did you know there was &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POPCORN CHICKEN&lt;/span&gt;, instead of Turkey back then? Ha,Ha! Popcorn Chicken is a big hit with these children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sat around the table and told what they were thankful for...to see things through the eyes of a child will break your heart! These children may only be 3 and 4 years old, but they have huge hearts.  The things these children said they were thankful for were things you never would had thought even crossed little ones minds. Praise God! Us parents and grandparents must be doing something right.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, little Hannah Jones is not in the picture she was not able to be there is had to go with her daddy to work yesterday! Hannah is the daughter of Ty and Melanie Jones.  One day we will have her in the picture.  She is so cute!  Shane Arnold was there as an Indian, he is the son of Lacie Ezell.  Miller Lloyd was an Indian, he is the son of Carrie and Justin Lloyd. Krisalyn Jackson was Ms. Pocahontas and she was beautiful, she is the daughter of Brad Jackson.  These children have a great bond at school and we are very Thankful for Ms. Jas, who was the only pilgrim yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fest was popcorn chicken, Cheetos's, cake, rolls, pilgrim hats and drinks! They love it! May each of you have a happy and safe Thanksgiving, don't eat to much and remember who to Thank for all your blessings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5003166029040100997?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5003166029040100997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5003166029040100997' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5003166029040100997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5003166029040100997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/11/thanksgiving-fest-for-noah.html' title='Thanksgiving Fest For Noah'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SSVUWedYtiI/AAAAAAAAAII/AnWIXuEXK7A/s72-c/Dscn0319.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-2381710680368709020</id><published>2008-11-09T14:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:06:34.092-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories . . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl7CeYcEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/InFffY2sOjY/s1600-h/S6300994.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl7CeYcEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/InFffY2sOjY/s320/S6300994.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790354184073282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl6uPMccI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T9iQtWwAx5E/s1600-h/S6301038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl6uPMccI/AAAAAAAAAH4/T9iQtWwAx5E/s320/S6301038.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790348751663554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl6d_01fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MTye9oLbHPU/s1600-h/S6300988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl6d_01fI/AAAAAAAAAHw/MTye9oLbHPU/s320/S6300988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790344392234482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl55zHyXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/me1apJc6niQ/s1600-h/S6301006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl55zHyXI/AAAAAAAAAHo/me1apJc6niQ/s320/S6301006.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790334675274098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl5bS2wUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rk6_EftwFCQ/s1600-h/S6300998.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl5bS2wUI/AAAAAAAAAHg/rk6_EftwFCQ/s320/S6300998.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266790326486876482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;What a way to make memories...&lt;/span&gt;Wednesday morning about 6:30 am, Noah went off on his first "Big Boy" trip with out Mommy and Daddy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who do not know my Mother and Father are retired, so about every 3 months they take a trip.  I thank God for allowing them the health to be able to do as they please, when they please. They had been wanting to take Noah to Branson, Missouri to see the Noah's Ark show before it finishes up its showing in November. So, Dunc and I agree it would be a trip he would remember &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FOREVER&lt;/span&gt; with Nana and Papa. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They started their trip on Wednesday morning with the in tension of coming home Saturday, but after they got up there they find out the Christmas lights were starting at Silver Dollar City and The Shepard of the Hills so they stay another day!  They just returned home today about 2:00 pm.  I was so ready for him to be at home. I missed him so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They had a ball. It is all he can talk about.  Aunt Judy and Uncle Jimmie live in Baldknob, Ak. so they drove to there Wednesday night spent the night with them and of course picked up Aunt Doddy and then on to Branson Thursday.  They went to the Noah's Ark show on Thursday.  All Noah wanted to see was the Alligators in Noah's Ark and there was none so Nana had a hard time explaining that one.  Friday they went to Silver Dollar City to see the lights and Nana along with Aunt Doddy had to ride all the rides with him. Nana says it was &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;COLD&lt;/span&gt;, but she would not had had it any other way.  Before going back to the room that night they rode and look at the lights at the Shepard of the Hills, it was a little long for him and he went to sleep right at the end of it.  I told Nana, it was hard work being a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Traveling Man&lt;/span&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memories he will have for a life time, something he can remember the rest of his life.  I am so thankful for my Father and Mother! Thank you so much for the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MEMORIES&lt;/span&gt;, Nana and Papa (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;and Aunt Doddy, too!&lt;/span&gt;) We love you very much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-2381710680368709020?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/2381710680368709020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=2381710680368709020' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2381710680368709020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2381710680368709020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/11/memories.html' title='Memories . . .'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SRdl7CeYcEI/AAAAAAAAAIA/InFffY2sOjY/s72-c/S6300994.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-7668538877860871610</id><published>2008-11-03T03:16:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T03:30:12.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Nana!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ7eDYJ4EsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eykWX5i1nG0/s1600-h/Dscn0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ7eDYJ4EsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eykWX5i1nG0/s320/Dscn0302.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264389164047536834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy birthday to you, happy birthday to you, happy birthday dear Nana, happy birthday to you!  We love you very much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Nana's birthday and we are so proud to have had a blessed day with Nana yesterday!  It is hard for us all to get together these days.  The kids have stuff and with church and jobs are should we just say life it is hard for the family to get together for anything!  Yesterday we celebrated Nana's birthday by a all getting together for lunch.  We all brought a dish and had plenty of food!  I made a double chocolate cake for her.  Dunc, me, Anna and Noah, Mark, Christy, and Kaitlyn, Hunter, Deanna, Brock, and Bradan, Uncle Claude and Aunt Pat all help her to celebrate.  The only one missing was Tanner and you all know how hard it is to get a teenager to do anything other then be with friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you, so much Nana! Hope you have many more years and a blessed day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-7668538877860871610?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/7668538877860871610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=7668538877860871610' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7668538877860871610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7668538877860871610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-nana.html' title='Happy Birthday, Nana!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ7eDYJ4EsI/AAAAAAAAAGw/eykWX5i1nG0/s72-c/Dscn0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8607771393721050027</id><published>2008-11-02T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T16:39:25.828-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Wild About You" Banquet</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46macyLUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XUW7ULSj17g/s1600-h/Dscn0300.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46macyLUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XUW7ULSj17g/s320/Dscn0300.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209446052179266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46jTExoAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BwvmraUugQc/s1600-h/Dscn0293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46jTExoAI/AAAAAAAAAGI/BwvmraUugQc/s320/Dscn0293.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209392532824066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46msYXmJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/i91ZdwVU-Tg/s1600-h/Dscn0291.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46msYXmJI/AAAAAAAAAGo/i91ZdwVU-Tg/s320/Dscn0291.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209450865498258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46jzlJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4M7b9zdK_is/s1600-h/Dscn0299.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46jzlJ1kI/AAAAAAAAAGY/4M7b9zdK_is/s320/Dscn0299.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209401258563138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46jonDZwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NgmIUVU9Mec/s1600-h/Dscn0295.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46jonDZwI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/NgmIUVU9Mec/s320/Dscn0295.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264209398313740034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was the "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wild About You&lt;/span&gt;" banquet at church.  "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wild About You&lt;/span&gt;" was a young ladies Bible study at our church. The girls were the age of 13 years old to 16 years old who attend the Bible study.  The study was done by our youth pastors' wife, Amy Walker and she only had 7 young ladies in the study.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Wild About You&lt;/span&gt;" was a six week study on seeing yourself through God's eyes.  These girls were truly blessed by this study. The study highlighted many issues in these young ladies lives.  Everyday things they have to deal with, such things like,  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;When do you feel the most invisible?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Does God &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;REALLY&lt;/span&gt; think I am beautiful?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How did the last guy you dated make you feel?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;How do you fight the fear of not measuring up? &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who's your beauty muse?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; What's the secret of real beauty? &lt;/span&gt;The study helped the girls to realize God loves them and has always loved them just the way they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The banquet was a night to focus on your daughter.  Dunc, me and Anna attended and it was just beautiful! We walked into a room decorated in fall with the lights low.  Each girl had a table set for her and her family with a beautiful photo of her on it.  The table was set with real nice place settings and candles for light.  It was a very moving setting.  We took a family picture when we first arrived and then sat for supper.  Supper was great, we had ham, corn, string bean casserole, sweet potato casserole, and tea.  There was also coffee and cake for desert.  After the meal we as parents were asked to get up and speak to our daughter.  This was a very emotional time, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I wish I had had went first)&lt;/span&gt;.  The mothers and fathers spoke to their daughter and said things to them that we sometimes just don't get to say!  The daughter were overwhelmed!  After we spoke to them we gave them a gift that was picked out by us as parents and had to explain to them why we brought the gift and the meaning of it!  Dunc shopped for Anna's gift and I got to tell the story.  He gave her a gold 18" chain with a floating heart on it.  Something she could where for a long time to remember she would always be in our heart, but most of all to NOT to forget to let &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; live in her heart!  It was a great night!  There was not a dry eye in the church when it was over.  After we spoke to our daughters gave them their gifts a slide show was done of the girls from birth 'till now.  It was awesome...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls that were in the Bible study were Anna McCormick, Hayley McManaway, Joanna McGlaughn, Kaylee Blackwell, Emily Walker, Destin Knapp and Taylor Moak.  Please keep these young ladies in your prayers as they journey through life's ups and downs!  A special thanks to Amy Walker for planting a seed in these girls for the rest of their lives.  Words can't express what she means to MY Anna!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen, nor touched but are felt in the heart." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- Helen Keller&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8607771393721050027?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8607771393721050027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8607771393721050027' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8607771393721050027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8607771393721050027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/11/wild-about-you-banquet.html' title='&quot;Wild About You&quot; Banquet'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQ46macyLUI/AAAAAAAAAGg/XUW7ULSj17g/s72-c/Dscn0300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8100325469945477417</id><published>2008-10-30T03:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T04:10:03.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noah's Pumpkin Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQmQZonBPMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IpHQ-QgCykM/s1600-h/Dscn0253.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQmQZonBPMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IpHQ-QgCykM/s320/Dscn0253.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262896409631341762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQmQZUlk_kI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0VJk8BqGKwY/s1600-h/Dscn0254.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQmQZUlk_kI/AAAAAAAAAF4/0VJk8BqGKwY/s320/Dscn0254.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262896404256587330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as you know Noah had his Pumpkin Party at Ms. Jas' yesterday. The &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;popcorn chicken&lt;/span&gt; was a hit! They had so much food, they did not know what to do with it.  Ms. Jas only has five in this little preschool, so it did not take much for them. They had a ball at the party.  Us moms did a great job! Yeah Moms, we had popcorn chicken, chocolate cup cake, pumpkin cookies, chips and cheese dip, Haystacks made out of wienies and crescent rolls, Kool aid and lots of happy bags! Great day for all of them.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPIDER MAN&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HULK&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NINJA TURTLE&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A BALLERINA&lt;/span&gt;! Ms. Jas was a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LADY GARDENER&lt;/span&gt;! Let me see if I can get this right, please forgive me if I don't! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPIDER MAN&lt;/span&gt; was Noah McCormick.  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HULK&lt;/span&gt; was Shane Arnold, the son of Lacy Ezell.  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NINJA TURTLE&lt;/span&gt; was Miller Lloyd, the son of Carrie Miller Lloyd.  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PRINCESS&lt;/span&gt; was Krisalynn Jackson, the daughter of Brad Jackson and granddaughter of Kay Jackson.  The &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;BALLERINA&lt;/span&gt;  was Hannah Jones, the daughter of Ty and Melanie Jones.  Hannah was scared of the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HULK&lt;/span&gt; so I am sorry for not having a picture of her.  I will get some pictures of her at the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;THANKSGIVING FEST&lt;/span&gt;! They were all precious!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8100325469945477417?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8100325469945477417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8100325469945477417' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8100325469945477417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8100325469945477417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/well-as-you-know-noah-had-his-pumpkin.html' title='Noah&apos;s Pumpkin Party'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQmQZonBPMI/AAAAAAAAAGA/IpHQ-QgCykM/s72-c/Dscn0253.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3155698003320133014</id><published>2008-10-29T04:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T04:52:19.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Popcorn Chicken Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMyMstIII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ehPprSAkz2s/s1600-h/Img_5936.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMyMstIII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ehPprSAkz2s/s320/Img_5936.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262540589868327042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMx3NKsfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hn0rg6alNWc/s1600-h/Img_5988.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMx3NKsfI/AAAAAAAAAFo/hn0rg6alNWc/s320/Img_5988.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262540584098902514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMxSoLN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZNvG5XxIIrQ/s1600-h/Img_5979.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMxSoLN8I/AAAAAAAAAFg/ZNvG5XxIIrQ/s320/Img_5979.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262540574280071106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is Noah's Pumpkin Party at Ms. Jas'. He is so excited! The get to wear their costumes to class today and bring snacks for the party. Noah brought a paper home from school Monday that said to bring cookies, chips, drinks, sandwiches or happy. Well after Noah and I talked about it, we had decided to send PB$J sandwiches and make happy bags. So when I got off from work yesterday I picked him up from Nana's and we went shopping. We hit the DG first and got all the things we needed for his happy bags and then on to the B &amp; B to get stuff to make PB&amp;J sandwiches. As we were going through the store Noah decided he did not want to take PB&amp;J sandwiches, he wanted to take &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;popcorn chicken&lt;/span&gt;! The child loves &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;popcorn chicken&lt;/span&gt;...everybody will like it Mother, he said. How could I argue with that, so I am up this morning cooking &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;popcorn chicken&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, Noah was a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COWBOY&lt;/span&gt;! This year he wanted to be &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SPIDER MAN&lt;/span&gt;! The party is this morning so I will send you pictures and a update on how the popcorn chicken went over later. Here are pictures of my baby boy last year as a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COWBOY&lt;/span&gt; with his friend Drew Jones as &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ELMO&lt;/span&gt;! Drew is the son of Brad and Christy Jones. Have a Popcorn Chicken Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3155698003320133014?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3155698003320133014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3155698003320133014' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3155698003320133014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3155698003320133014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/popcorn-chicken-day.html' title='Popcorn Chicken Day'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQhMyMstIII/AAAAAAAAAFw/ehPprSAkz2s/s72-c/Img_5936.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-2841749220693315904</id><published>2008-10-26T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T18:18:36.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elmo and the gang makes music &amp; makes Noah's day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURF1rXSTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nP9rYjd55Rs/s1600-h/Dscn0201.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURF1rXSTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nP9rYjd55Rs/s320/Dscn0201.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630531658271026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURGOE5auI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ea-XyQZlpV8/s1600-h/Dscn0233.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURGOE5auI/AAAAAAAAAFA/ea-XyQZlpV8/s320/Dscn0233.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630538207816418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a fun filled day!  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Elmo and the gang&lt;/span&gt;, was a great family outing! Noah was so excited, he could hardly wait to get to Jackson this morning.  He had the biggest &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SMILE&lt;/span&gt; :) on his face all day long.  Dunc, Anna, Aunt Christy, Kaitlyn, and Nana went with us.  We had a ball just sitting back and watching him.  I would have to say Anna (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;) and Kaitlyn (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;) had a big time too!  Christy and I were raised on &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/span&gt;, so the kids could not believe we could sang every word to the songs. That was cool to them! (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Ha!Ha!&lt;/span&gt;) We took them to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Garfield's&lt;/span&gt; to eat and then on to Elmo.  Here are some of our pictures of the fun family time we had. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURHgufUrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wYohBBBrLoI/s1600-h/Dscn0191.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURHgufUrI/AAAAAAAAAFY/wYohBBBrLoI/s320/Dscn0191.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630560393974450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURGjbXa_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BitAvMmYAmc/s1600-h/Dscn0208.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURGjbXa_I/AAAAAAAAAFQ/BitAvMmYAmc/s320/Dscn0208.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630543939202034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURGeuydHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lCRjzDwbbgY/s1600-h/Dscn0183.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURGeuydHI/AAAAAAAAAFI/lCRjzDwbbgY/s320/Dscn0183.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261630542678488178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;3&lt;/span&gt;), Kaitlyn (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;) and Anna (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;) at &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Garfield's&lt;/span&gt; eating getting ready to go see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;ELMO and the gang!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-2841749220693315904?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/2841749220693315904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=2841749220693315904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2841749220693315904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2841749220693315904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/elmo-and-gang-makes-music-makes-noahs.html' title='Elmo and the gang makes music &amp; makes Noah&apos;s day'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SQURF1rXSTI/AAAAAAAAAE4/nP9rYjd55Rs/s72-c/Dscn0201.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-1767649156391224412</id><published>2008-10-25T17:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:11:33.671-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELMO will help!</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow will be better, we are taking Noah to see &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ELMO&lt;/span&gt;! Will give you a update on the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;ELMO&lt;/span&gt; trip later. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-1767649156391224412?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/1767649156391224412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=1767649156391224412' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1767649156391224412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1767649156391224412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/elmo-will-help.html' title='ELMO will help!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4325621039776046919</id><published>2008-10-25T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T17:07:49.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All WAS good. . .</title><content type='html'>What started out as a beautiful day, just went down the hills. . . went with Anna last night to the late show to see &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;High School Musical 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, which is great! We did not get home 'till 12:00 a.m., decided to sleep late!  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;All was good&lt;/span&gt;, did I mention the movie was great! Got up took Dunc to pick up log truck from the shop, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all was good&lt;/span&gt;! Started a load of clothes before I went and when we got back &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DYER WAS NOT WORKING&lt;/span&gt;...went back to Brookhaven to buy a new one, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;all was good&lt;/span&gt;...got home with it and it does not &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;! Now I have to wait until Monday to call Sears and clothes are going to pile up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4325621039776046919?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4325621039776046919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4325621039776046919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4325621039776046919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4325621039776046919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/all-was-good.html' title='All WAS good. . .'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-2628798028588735955</id><published>2008-10-21T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T08:21:56.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>Today, I want to give you something to think about --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was praying and doing my devotional today, my heart was heavy about the word &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;RELATIONSHIP&lt;/span&gt;! Why you ask? What does relationships really mean? So I went and looked up the definition of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;relationship&lt;/span&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Relationship&lt;/span&gt; - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;a particular type of connection existing between people related to or having dealings with each other; the condition or fact of being related; connection by blood or marriage; a romantic or sexual involvement.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now after reading that definition, I have come to the conclusion that relationships are hard &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORK&lt;/span&gt;! I also think it takes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt; not one, but it does not always happen that way.  If it is husband and wife it takes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;! If it is mother and daughter it takes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;! If it is friend and friend it takes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;! If it is man and God it takes &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;TWO&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you spend much time around a Christian, sooner or later you will hear the phrase &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;having a personal relationship with God&lt;/span&gt;. When first hearing such a phrase, any person will ask (with good reason) how someone is supposed to have a "relationship" with a being they have never met, can not see, and have not heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Once the relationship is started by getting right with God, you need to make the second step and develop your new relationship into a personal relationship. A good way of showing what a personal relationship &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; can be illustrated by showing you what it &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;is not&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What about having a personal relationship with a being you have met, can see, and have heard?  The second step, developing your &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;NEW&lt;/span&gt; relationship into a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PERSONAL&lt;/span&gt; relationship can also apply to a human relationship. What are your thoughts? Let me hear from you ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-2628798028588735955?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/2628798028588735955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=2628798028588735955' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2628798028588735955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2628798028588735955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-7991891128704558428</id><published>2008-10-14T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T08:36:11.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Abba, Father."</title><content type='html'>God Wants You To Remember...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He believes in you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will not fail you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will provide for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will bless you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will give you rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will strengthen you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will answer you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is our Father and we are His children --&lt;br /&gt;that is one thing that HE never wants us to forget.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HIS BLESSINGS TO YOU . . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"You received the spirit of adoption by whom we cry out,&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;'Abba, Father.'&lt;/span&gt;"  Romans 8:15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-7991891128704558428?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/7991891128704558428/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=7991891128704558428' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7991891128704558428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7991891128704558428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/abba-father.html' title='&quot;Abba, Father.&quot;'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8223885547340886503</id><published>2008-10-12T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T15:37:19.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Daddy</title><content type='html'>Talking about a good weekend, In case you have not caught on "I love my family!"  We have had another fun filled family weekend.... It started Friday night, my sister in law came by the house Friday night going to the Homecoming Football game and both Anna &amp; Noah went with their Aunt Cathy to see cousin Zach in the homecoming court! Dunc and I decided we would go to Micheal's to get a bite to eat. We enjoyed each others company,  we love our kids, but it helps when we have time to talk and enjoy each other! I had bought Dunc a bag of peanuts, so after we went to eat, we went home and started boiling peanuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday morning, we were up early getting ready for Anna's soccer game in Brookhaven. Oh, how she loves her soccer! They played Laurel and tied the game 4 to 4, went into over time and Laurel bet them by 5 to 4! I hate they got bet, but they sure all played a good game. After a stop a McDonald's for chicken nuggets and the stop at Walmart we headed home for Dunc and Noah to do some work around the house!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SPJ7Gqhr4qI/AAAAAAAAADg/CfC4XZzaIac/s1600-h/Dozer+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SPJ7Gqhr4qI/AAAAAAAAADg/CfC4XZzaIac/s320/Dozer+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256399069519798946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part of the weekend was watching Noah work with his daddy! He thought he was a "Big Man" on the Bulldozer with daddy! They did some work in the back yard and picked up around the house. When you have a home there is always something to do! We called Uncle Mark and Aunt Christy to invite them over to cook steak on the grill and of course Uncle Mark got pictures of Noah working hard with dad!  He loves to do WHATEVER, daddy is doing! When he grows up he wants to be just like "Daddy"! Doesn't every little boy want to grow up to be just like their daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SPJ7GtJADVI/AAAAAAAAADY/lzl4r1oQ8ME/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SPJ7GtJADVI/AAAAAAAAADY/lzl4r1oQ8ME/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256399070221569362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a blessed week....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8223885547340886503?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8223885547340886503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8223885547340886503' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8223885547340886503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8223885547340886503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-like-daddy.html' title='Just Like Daddy'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SPJ7Gqhr4qI/AAAAAAAAADg/CfC4XZzaIac/s72-c/Dozer+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3928390931805340004</id><published>2008-10-07T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T07:52:17.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>For the LOVE of my Child</title><content type='html'>Good morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope this blog fines all the Mothers doing well! Is it hard being a "Mother"? Yes! I go to bed every night of my life praying for my children. I wake up every morning praying for my children. Am I a good Mother? I hope so! I worry about my children everyday. The world we live in today, or should I say The world we are bringing our children up in today, is not the same as it was when we were growing up! It is hard for kids this day and time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it must sound like I am rambling this morning, but as I was doing my morning prayer time, the kids were on my mind! Anna has nine weeks test this week and for those of you who do not know, she has dyslexia. So, test are major at our house! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna is a beautiful, special young lady! We are so blessed to have her in our lives...She is such a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"PLEAS ER"&lt;/span&gt;, she wants everyone to be happy and she puts everybody else before her. She struggle so hard in school, but she tries so hard! She is a wonderful Christian, who studies her Bible everyday, and still struggle just to be able to do that.  She has accomplish many things at the age of 13, and still has so much more she wants to accomplish. She has danced for the company, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Show Stoppers&lt;/span&gt;, in Brookhaven for 10 years of her live and performed her 10 year solo last year. We were so proud of her.  She loves soccer, she has played 4 years of county soccer,1 year of FJHS soccer and is now playing on a Brookhaven Soccer team, she loves it!  She feels as if it is something she has accomplished on her own with no help from anyone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you all of this because behind the smiles and accomplishments, she hurts inside! She is so unhappy with herself. As a Mom, I pray and I try to encourage, but sometime I just do not think I am doing any good! she is unhappy in school, it is hard for her, she is not the little girl on the block, she is the big girl! These are things that other kids prey on.... &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I CAN'T FIX IT&lt;/span&gt; and I hurt for her. Like I said, she is a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"PLEAS ER"&lt;/span&gt;, so she does not complain, but as a Mom I know. I have been there as a kid and as an adult. Please pray for my Anna, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; can fix it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a Mother, we all have dreams and hopes for our children. My hope is in God, with &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIM&lt;/span&gt; all things are possible!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for me to be able to be the strong Mother I need to be and to be able to lead my child in the right directions with the right answers and pray for her, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;STRENGTH&lt;/span&gt;! May God bless all of you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In His Grace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3928390931805340004?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3928390931805340004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3928390931805340004' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3928390931805340004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3928390931805340004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/for-love-of-my-child.html' title='For the LOVE of my Child'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8749853972211893793</id><published>2008-10-06T03:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:59:37.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HE is God</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to share my morning devotional with you.  Hope you have a blessed week! Hold fast to the fact that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE is God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I am God, and there is none like me." Isaiah 46:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is whispering to you.  Those are his arms you feel.  Trust him.  That is his voice you hear.  Believe him.  Allow the only decision maker in the universe to comfort you.  Life at times appears to fall to pieces, seems irreparable.  But it's going to be okay.  How can you know?  Because God so loved the world.  And,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since he has no needs, you cannot tire him.&lt;br /&gt;Since he is without age, you cannot lose him.&lt;br /&gt;Since he has not sin, you cannot corrupt him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God can make a billion galaxies, can't he make good out of our bad and sense out our faltering lives?  of course he can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE is God!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8749853972211893793?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8749853972211893793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8749853972211893793' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8749853972211893793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8749853972211893793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/10/he-is-god.html' title='HE is God'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-2398207292386479349</id><published>2008-09-25T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T09:14:18.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life In The Fast Lane</title><content type='html'>Wow, I feel like a race car driver! It has been a great week so far, but where does time go? I go to sleep at night (die) and wake up just as sleepy as I was when I went to bed! I do have a birthday this week and I am getting older, but life is moving so fast...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only are my babies growing up fast, they are involved in everything, so we are always on the go! Monday night at FBC of Bude we had a "Meet You At The Pole" rally with a speaker and a christian band, so of course not only for the fact that I am on the youth team and needed to be there to help, Anna is part of the youth and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WANTED&lt;/span&gt; to be there! We had a great speaker, Rodney Jones from the Crystal Spring area, the youth of the county know him and love to hear him speak! We had a great &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(loud)&lt;/span&gt; band...from Columbia, MS, who's hearts were on &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"fire"&lt;/span&gt; for the Lord! They both did a  awesome job spreading the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WORD&lt;/span&gt;!  The turn out of youth was about 65. Praise God for that! It was a good time in the house of the Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday night was a night of picking up kids, cooking supper, homework, washing clothes, baths, putting Pampered Chef orders together, delivering Pampered Chef orders and again dying when I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I thought I would have the night off, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WRONG&lt;/span&gt;! Even know it was my afternoon off, I did not get rest! Busy, busy, busy....Noah and I went to do some overdue shopping for the house, then we went to visit Mamaw Dorothy at the nursing home! Noah loves to go see Mamaw and visit with all the people there, he loves them all! Afterwards it was on to the house to put up the groceries and start supper. Let us not forget about sissy as Noah would say! Yes, then we had to pick up Anna &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Sissy)&lt;/span&gt; at school. Back to the house to finish supper and let Noah take a nap &amp; Anna do homework, so that we could go to the Franklin Co. Fair! But before I could do that I had a meeting at 5:30 for a wedding shower. Then on to a night at the fair and again dying when I went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is my night! A group of my close friends are taking me out for my birthday and I am so looking forward to a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Girls Night Out!"&lt;/span&gt; There is nothing like being blessed with good friends! If I have not bored you to bad with my dull life, I will update you later on the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Girls Night Out!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Be still and know that I am Lord" Psalms 46:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-2398207292386479349?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/2398207292386479349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=2398207292386479349' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2398207292386479349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2398207292386479349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/life-in-fast-lane.html' title='Life In The Fast Lane'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5204404887836550193</id><published>2008-09-21T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T19:28:56.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genesis 1:1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Well, it has been a great weekend around here! We had our regular lazy Friday night, order out and a movie at home. We went to bed early, because Anna plays soccer for a league in Brookhaven and we had to be in Jackson Saturday morning for two soccer games the first starting at 9:00 am.  So, we were up early, like 5:00 am on a Saturday morning to head to Jackson, it rain on us all the way and when we got there, of course they cancelled the games! That was okay, because that meant shopping for me and Anna! We were trying to find a jacket for school. No luck, but we did get other things accomplished! Dunc and Noah had a lot of father/son bonding (ha,ha!) in town.  After all was done, we went to eat and that was fun for the guys! Sunday has been a day of church, lunch at Nana's, naps, meetings &amp; bible study at church and then home to get ready to start the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xL1H7uI/AAAAAAAAADA/7rNgbOO_R2s/s1600-h/027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xL1H7uI/AAAAAAAAADA/7rNgbOO_R2s/s320/027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659238154661602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;September 8, 2008, first day of going to Ms. Jas' for school&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xRNZTnI/AAAAAAAAADI/Kf2v3i3BiWo/s1600-h/028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xRNZTnI/AAAAAAAAADI/Kf2v3i3BiWo/s320/028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659239598640754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah William McCormick, 3 years old&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xoEUFLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0CiyY0TIvKQ/s1600-h/029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xoEUFLI/AAAAAAAAADQ/0CiyY0TIvKQ/s320/029.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248659245734565042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE LOVES SCHOOL...He is my CLOWN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is what I want to tell you about! September 8, 2008, my baby boy, Noah William started his first day of 3 year old preschool! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE LOVES IT!&lt;/span&gt; It is hard to believe he is old enough to go to any kind of school...he goes to Ms. Jas' three days a week from 8:00 am to 12:00 pm, he has three "NEW" friends that go with him. It is 3 boys and 1 little girl (bless her heart). They started on Sept. 8th, 9th, 10th, then Ms. Jas and Mr. Bill went on a trip for a week, so we are starting school all over this week! Again, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE LOVES IT!&lt;/span&gt; His Nana picks him up everyday and she has to pack his lunch to eat on the way home, because he is so tried, he goes to sleep on the way home from McCall Creek!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, can I just say &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE LOVES IT!&lt;/span&gt; The other night he was sitting in his daddy's chair, while I was cooking and I could hear him talking and he was saying, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In the beginning......God created.......the heavens and...........the earth!"&lt;/span&gt; Much to my surprise, I said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Noah, what did you says?"&lt;/span&gt;, again, he said it a little faster and a little better, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"In the beginning ...God created the heavens and the...earth!".&lt;/span&gt; I then said &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"that is so good, where did you learn that?"&lt;/span&gt;, he said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"school"&lt;/span&gt;, so then I said, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"What verse is that?"&lt;/span&gt;, he replied, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"1"&lt;/span&gt;! It was so cute and I was so proud, my best friend said you need to hear me tell you the story, that the computer would not let you get the "best" of the story, but I still think after one week of school he has accomplished one goal, Genesis 1:1! Praise the Lord for that! And thank you, Ms. Jas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to share, hope you all have a good week...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5204404887836550193?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5204404887836550193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5204404887836550193' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5204404887836550193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5204404887836550193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/genesis-11.html' title='Genesis 1:1'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SNb7xL1H7uI/AAAAAAAAADA/7rNgbOO_R2s/s72-c/027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-7778653888723386116</id><published>2008-09-17T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T09:20:05.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Worry</title><content type='html'>Well, for the last couple of months I have been going through some personal things that no one, but my husband Dunc really knows about...Mostly just things! I have been digging deep in my Bible for answers to questions and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; has give me many answers. Some of which I like, some of which I don't like, and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, I know &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is right! With all that being said, I was looking for something in the Bible last night and I found this poem that I had put in my Bible from a women's conference I had been too! And &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;YES&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, it was exactly what I needed, so let me share...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LIVING IN THE LAND OF PROMISE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;by Johnnie Haines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking out my window, Lord, on a place I don't recognize&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to see the Promise around the tears falling from my eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've got a mighty plan, Lord, even I know that it's true,&lt;br /&gt;But the task I'm facing now seems far too difficult for me to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am way of my comfort zone and feeling out of place&lt;br /&gt;Are you positive about the Promised Land being located in this space?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like your other children, I am thinking I loved the place of bondage more.&lt;br /&gt;But no doubt about it, Lord, you definitely shut the door!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The manna you fed me on my journey was a fine way to eat.&lt;br /&gt;The clouds that gave me directions made me sure upon my feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Moving&lt;/span&gt; to the Land of Promise seemed easier somehow...&lt;br /&gt;Than &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;living&lt;/span&gt; in the Promised Land you have given me for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me unpack my heart Lord, and really settle in&lt;br /&gt;Help me to accept, Lord, where I am and not long so much &lt;br /&gt;For where I have been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have told me over and over about the plans of Your heart,&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reminding me that my Promised Land&lt;br /&gt;is any place where You are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow! Just wanted to say, if you are going through those stinky old women things like being a mother and worrying, like be a wife and worrying, like being a employee and worrying, like being a friend and worrying, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; says, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;DON'T&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Therefore I tell you, do not worry about your life..." Matthew 6:25&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-7778653888723386116?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/7778653888723386116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=7778653888723386116' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7778653888723386116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7778653888723386116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/dont-worry.html' title='Don&apos;t Worry'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4129795498905208189</id><published>2008-09-15T03:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T03:57:18.670-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being A Women</title><content type='html'>Good morning! Never thought I would say this but I am glad to be going to work today! Last Wednesday, I had to pre-op for surgery on Friday at SW Hospital in McComb! It is hard being a women, but we do as we are told when it comes to our health, so we can continue to be good mothers and wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah was born three years ago and I have been having female trouble. At my last yearly check up Dr. Sumerall told me she would give me one more year and then we would be checking everything out to see what needed to be done. When I went for my check up this year in August, my problem was not any better so they schedule me for a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Hysteroscopy&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DNC&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Endometrial Ablation&lt;/span&gt; for Friday, September 12th. The surgery was not that bad, it was the being put to sleep and soreness that took me so long to get over. Dunc was with me and of course he was scare to death! He did not want me to have to me put to sleep! We were in good hands, Susan Tyson and Amy May were my nurses, not only did they help and take care of me, they helped to take care of Dunc... Thanks, girls! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The news was not good when I woke up! Dr. Sumerall talked with Dunc and told him that she was able to do the Hysteroscopy and DNC, when she started to do the Ablation She found my uterus to be enlarged and could not finished with the Ablation after starting. This she said could be where a lot of my female problems are coming from and she will talk to me a my follow up exam about a Hysterectomy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep me in your prayers, I know women do this everyday, but I am scared, I don't want to have to go through this and I feel like I am falling apart at the age of 41!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4129795498905208189?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4129795498905208189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4129795498905208189' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4129795498905208189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4129795498905208189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/being-women.html' title='Being A Women'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-2985708643943164186</id><published>2008-09-14T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T09:55:59.460-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Ideal Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SM1Bs4fSEYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/f2KY-XkvAxs/s1600-h/Img_6176.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SM1Bs4fSEYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/f2KY-XkvAxs/s320/Img_6176.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5245921380290138498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever read Proverbs 31? For the last couple of months I have been asking God to show me how to be the woman HE wants me to be. I also asked Him to show me how to get everything done on a daily basis, glorifying Him in the process.  I was flooded with feelings of guilt and self-doubt as I read through the qualities of God's ideal woman....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PROVERBS 31:10-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;A wife of noble character who &lt;br /&gt;can find?&lt;br /&gt;She is worth far more than rubies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband has full confidence in&lt;br /&gt;her&lt;br /&gt;and lacks nothing of value.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She brings him good, not harm,&lt;br /&gt;all the days of her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She selects wool and fax&lt;br /&gt;and works with eager hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is like the merchant ships,&lt;br /&gt;bringing fer food from afar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets up while it is still dark;&lt;br /&gt;she provides food for her family&lt;br /&gt;and portions for her servant girls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She considers a field and buys it;&lt;br /&gt;out of her earnings she plants a vineyard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sets about her work vigorously;&lt;br /&gt;her arms are strong for the tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sees that her trading is profitable,&lt;br /&gt;and her lamps does not go out at&lt;br /&gt;night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her hand she holds the distaff&lt;br /&gt;and grasps the spindle with her &lt;br /&gt;fingers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She opens her arms to the poor&lt;br /&gt;and extends her hands to &lt;br /&gt;needy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it snows, she has no fear for&lt;br /&gt;her household;&lt;br /&gt;for all of them are clothed in &lt;br /&gt;scarlet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes coverings for her bed;&lt;br /&gt;she is clothed in fine linen and &lt;br /&gt;purple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her husband is respected at the city&lt;br /&gt;gate,&lt;br /&gt;where he takes his seat among the &lt;br /&gt;elders of the land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She makes linen garments and sells&lt;br /&gt;them, &lt;br /&gt;and supplies the merchants with sashes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is clothed with strength and&lt;br /&gt;dignity;&lt;br /&gt;she can laugh at the days to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She speaks with wisdom,&lt;br /&gt;and faithful instruction is on her&lt;br /&gt;tongue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She watches over the affairs of her&lt;br /&gt;household&lt;br /&gt;and does not eat the bread of&lt;br /&gt;idleness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children arise and call her&lt;br /&gt;blessed;&lt;br /&gt;her husband also, and he praises &lt;br /&gt;her:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many women do noble things,&lt;br /&gt;but you surpass them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Charm is deceptive, and beauty is &lt;br /&gt;fleeting;&lt;br /&gt;but a woman who fears the Lord is &lt;br /&gt;to be praised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give her the reward she has&lt;br /&gt;earned,&lt;br /&gt;and let her works bring her&lt;br /&gt;praise at the city gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God longs for us as women to experience peace in our daily activities. He wants our lives to be filled with joy, not turmoil. And to that end He is inviting us to the place of ultimate comfort, fulfillment and excitement: HIS PRESENCE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is simply no better way to take control of our time than by choosing to give our time to God. In seeking His direction about my daily schedule and all the things that take up my day, I am inviting Him to be a part of every element of how I spend my time. That is my prayer, make it yours! God bless you and your family...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-2985708643943164186?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/2985708643943164186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=2985708643943164186' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2985708643943164186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2985708643943164186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-ideal-woman.html' title='God&apos;s Ideal Woman'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SM1Bs4fSEYI/AAAAAAAAAC4/f2KY-XkvAxs/s72-c/Img_6176.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3491592175323101182</id><published>2008-09-09T03:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T04:24:28.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Day of Celebration!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a day of celebration! It was a very important day for my baby sister, my dad and someone who has been like a father figure to me for a long time. The date September 8 is the anniversary of Mark and Christy Van Norman, the birthday of Donald Ezell and the birthday of James Savage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate the day we went to the new steak house in McComb, it was great! My dad had no ideal we would be out there so we surprised him! To celebrate his birthday it was Dunc, me, Anna and Noah, Mark, Christy, Tanner and Kaitlyn, Aunt Judy (&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Who is home for a while&lt;/span&gt;) and Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mother and him had went to see Bradan play flag football in Brookhaven and then on to McComb, so he did not know we would be out there. He had a great surprise! After a great steak supper, Kaitlyn topped it off with a "Dirt Cake" for poppa, it had worms and all! Ha, Ha... He loved it! Mark and Christy celebrated 18 years of marriage, Wow that is unbelievable! &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Anniversary, sis...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cindy Wilkerson and her family, also took there father out for his birthday! Of course great minds think alike, yes she also took her dad to the steak house. Mr. James celebrate his birthday with all his family! To help him celebrate another year was Ms. Barbara, Lance, Cindy and their 3 kids, Justin and Courtney, Stephanie, Lance and their son! Mr. James was all smiles. We do all like to eat! We wanted him to get the BIG 32 oz. steak! Ha, Ha... &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Happy Birthday, Mr. James!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a great night just to be with family! Thank you, Lord for family and friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Wisdom is found with the elderly, and understanding comes with long life" Job 12:12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3491592175323101182?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3491592175323101182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3491592175323101182' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3491592175323101182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3491592175323101182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-of-celebration.html' title='A Day of Celebration!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8840735949519757568</id><published>2008-09-07T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T09:58:09.082-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At His Feet . . .</title><content type='html'>Today was just one of those days when I am feeling down and out... There is lots of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"STUFF"&lt;/span&gt; going on at our church that the devil has his hand in and I just don't want to be there! Stinky way to think, huh? So, I decided to stay at home and read my devotional and Bible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is what God gave me this morning:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;" 'Love the Lord your God with all your heart, with all your soul, and with all your mind.' This is the greatest and most important commandment." Matthew 22:37-38&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite our extraordinary calling - to experience God's love and to love Him in return - we fill our lives with idols.  Given the greatest invitation in the universe, we treat it as an obligation that we might be able to squeeze in around our other interests. Could anything be more ludicrous? The infinite, holy, jealous, merciful, mighty Ancient of Days makes a straight path for us into His heart of passion, and our response is so often to say, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"We'll see; I've got some other things I'd like to do, too."&lt;/span&gt; The angels must be astonished at the squandering of such an opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The passions that draw us away from God can be intense, Jesus does not ask us to rid ourselves of passion, but to turn that passion toward God.  When we realize this and break ourselves free from the illusions-or delusions-that make us think we can find fulfillment in anything other than Him, our lives begin to resemble watered, fruitful oases where there was once desert.  Determine to pursue God in love as a response to His loving pursuit of you. Leave everything else behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WOW!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us. We are far to easily pleased." - C.S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish this would have been the sermon in church this morning... Just thought I would share. I NEED THAT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8840735949519757568?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8840735949519757568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8840735949519757568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8840735949519757568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8840735949519757568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/at-his-feet.html' title='At His Feet . . .'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-2037734391819767395</id><published>2008-09-02T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T10:24:28.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms of  Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SL1zLXTkw3I/AAAAAAAAACw/pSFGUB8Mj2I/s1600-h/Img_7791.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SL1zLXTkw3I/AAAAAAAAACw/pSFGUB8Mj2I/s320/Img_7791.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241472180400997234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you, Mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we pray for the &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GUSTAV&lt;/span&gt;, as we pray for baby Jacob Kent, as we pray about the mundane details as well as the huge trials of life, we are acknowledging that we aren't in control - &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;GOD&lt;/span&gt; is.  We are humbling ourselves and drawing near to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;, learning more of who &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HE&lt;/span&gt; is, opening ourselves to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt; working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for the one who taught me that, my mom! She may never know how much she means to me and my family, but we love her so much... As a kid, I know she may have thought she never got through to me and my sister &amp; brother, but the things she taught us as children has stay with us through our adult lives. She started praying for us as babies that the Lord would send us christian husbands and wives who would bring up her grandchildren in christian homes and the Lord answered that prayer for her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a wonderful christian husband, Dunc McCormick, who would give you the shirt off his back if needed.  He is the best dad in the world (along with Hunter and Mark).  We try to teach our children the ways of the Lord.  Christy is married to Mark Van Norman, who is a wonderful christian. I know he is my brother-in-law, but he is the best! No matter what the storm is in his live, he is always willing to help, not only family, but friends and strangers. Hunter, well praise God we got a wonderful sister-in-law, also. Anyone who knows Hunter, well enough said.... He is lucky to have found a good christian lady like Deanna. We love her and we are glad she is part of our family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all that said, we still all have storms in our lives, some big, some small, but we do have storms! We must trust that all things, good and bad, are in God's hands.  And we must also believe that He hears the prayers of His people.  His answer may not be exactly what we think we want, but if we trust that God knows what is best for us and for the good of His kingdom, we can trust that however He chooses to answer is best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I speak for my sister and my brother, when I say how blessed we are to have a mom, who not only taught her children that, but is now teaching her grandchildren that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As, I close, I ask you today to pray your way through the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Storms of Life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, but as the storm &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;GUSTAV&lt;/span&gt; makes its way out of our lives, please continue to pray for Chris and Angie Kent and the storm they are going through now! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective." James 5:16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-2037734391819767395?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/2037734391819767395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=2037734391819767395' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2037734391819767395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/2037734391819767395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/09/storms-of-life.html' title='Storms of  Life'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SL1zLXTkw3I/AAAAAAAAACw/pSFGUB8Mj2I/s72-c/Img_7791.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8448040222737251769</id><published>2008-08-27T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T04:38:42.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Girls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SLU8R4NycjI/AAAAAAAAACo/yj6a960EDmo/s1600-h/Dscn0032.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SLU8R4NycjI/AAAAAAAAACo/yj6a960EDmo/s320/Dscn0032.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5239160019361100338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I want to tell you about two very special young ladies.  There names are Anna and Emily.  Anna and Emily are both 13 years old.  They both go to school a Franklin Middle School. (FJHS) They have lots of the same friends. They both are Christians. Anna attends church at First Baptist Church of Bude. Emily attends church at Meadville United Methodist. One is a baptist and one is a Methodists, does that matter, NO, they both are Christians and that is all that matters!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are "BEST" friends. Emily is just part of our family.  Emily and Anna have been friends for a long time.  They do lots of things together.  They also do lots of things apart, but the one things they do, do together is share Jesus! I am so proud of these girls.  It is amazing when you walk in a teenage girl's room and see them laying on the bed with the BIBLE open read and talking about scripture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are different in many ways, they have different points of views on things, but one thing never changes and that is their love for each other and the respect they have for one another. Emily is in to everything soccer, softball, cheer leading, you name it she does it. Anna is in to soccer, dance, drama, you name it she does it, but they always have time for each other!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard for girls this day and time. The peer pressure is unbelievable! I am so thankful they have each other. I am also thankful for Emily's parents Tiffany and Jody who are very supportive to the girls. I pray every night for the girls to know that Dunc and I am here for them also! I want them to know they can talk to us about anything and not be scared. Life is tough...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter if it is going on vacation, going shopping, having a party, going to camp, doing homework, just whatever excuse they can find! They love doing it together. I thank the Lord their paths met! I love you, girls....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8448040222737251769?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8448040222737251769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8448040222737251769' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8448040222737251769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8448040222737251769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-girls.html' title='My Girls'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SLU8R4NycjI/AAAAAAAAACo/yj6a960EDmo/s72-c/Dscn0032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-6411084525636176352</id><published>2008-08-26T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-26T09:35:48.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You've been tagged...</title><content type='html'>This is from my friend, Heather&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Six random facts about myself:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. At Christmas one year, a friend and I were shopping in a local drug store while killing time on the way to a dear friends Christmas Party, when we were held at gun point, while someone was trying to rob the store for drugs! We did not take the person serious and laugh and walked out. The person followed us with the gun to the car, but we kept going. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;(CRAZY)&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I love to put sugar on my spaghetti and cheese!&lt;br /&gt;3. I spend two weeks in London, England studying British Lit. in 1986.&lt;br /&gt;4. I love to sit on my front pouch and rock while it is raining. I love the smell of rain.&lt;br /&gt;5. Greeting card are a favorite of mind. When things are going on in the lives of my friends and family that I am praying about, I love to send cards and let me know they are in my heart for whatever the reason. Just think greeting cards make people feel special when less expected. (I love to get them too!)&lt;br /&gt;6. I hate when people only see what I look like on the outside and judge! When if they could truly know my heart they would understand and not JUDGE! &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I LOVE LIFE...)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was hard...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to see some other responses...like Heather it took me forever to come up with 6 things about myself! Have a blessed day &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-6411084525636176352?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/6411084525636176352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=6411084525636176352' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6411084525636176352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/6411084525636176352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/youve-been-tagged.html' title='You&apos;ve been tagged...'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5694504035426448146</id><published>2008-08-24T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T19:35:29.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Voice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SLIZOTco6II/AAAAAAAAAB4/DUwMgWDowwI/s1600-h/Dscn0035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SLIZOTco6II/AAAAAAAAAB4/DUwMgWDowwI/s320/Dscn0035.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238277050114566274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever wonder if you are hearing what God is saying? I do..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes we want God to speak in an audible voice, and we get frustrated when we go through times when He seems silent. But is He really silent?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, our Father has showered us with blessings of rain, well Anna has been sick with the sore throat and a bad ear infection, Noah has had cabin fever and Dunc is a logger, so he has been a little under the weather too.  Today seemed like one of those days just to stay home and out of harms way. So, did God speak to me this morning? Yes, every where I turned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I got up this morning the rain was coming down and I told Dunc with Anna being sick we would just stay home from church.  As I was getting my clothes on my 3 year old come running in the room saying "Are we going to church, mommy?" That was the first time He spoke to me this morning. As I get in the car to run to the store for milk for breakfast I receive a text from a dear pastor friend of mine that said, "As Fay showers us with rain, may our Lord also shower us with blessing in worship today!" He spoke again. I was listening to what He was saying... when I returned home from the store we still did not go to worship this morning, but as a family we pulled out our Bible and had church at home. It was good! He show us we could still worship Him no matter where we were. Thank you Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God speaks to all of us in different ways that correspond to the unique learning style He created as part of our being. God primarily speaks to me through His written word. So scripture reading is very important in my spiritual walk and my home. Many times, as I have been headed down the wrong path at the wrong time and at the wrong speed, God has sent a word to me and warned me to &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;STOP&lt;/span&gt; what I'm doing, turn around quickly, and get back on the right path. This morning was one of those days!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Your word, O Lord, is eternal; it stands firm in the heavens." Psalm 119:89&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be times when you feel like nothing earth-shattering happened as you spend time with God in His Word. That's OK, His Word is still alive and working. God bless and have a blessed week. Search His Word for answers...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5694504035426448146?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5694504035426448146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5694504035426448146' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5694504035426448146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5694504035426448146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/gods-voice.html' title='God&apos;s Voice'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SLIZOTco6II/AAAAAAAAAB4/DUwMgWDowwI/s72-c/Dscn0035.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-7113430924162960346</id><published>2008-08-22T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T18:36:55.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TGIF</title><content type='html'>Wow, what a week... this has been a long day! We were not real busy at work today, which makes for a long day. We found our self clock watching, which did not help it go any faster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD It's Friday! Tonight is going to be a night of PJ's, take out and a good movie. After a long week I just want to be a home and have family time. The water will be off in Bude again tomorrow, so all the clothes are washed and the house is clean, which means as I am laying on the couch I won't be feeling guilty. (ha, ha) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you all have a great weekend and try not to get wet... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"This is the day the Lord has made. We will rejoice and be glad in it." Psalm 118:24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-7113430924162960346?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/7113430924162960346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=7113430924162960346' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7113430924162960346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/7113430924162960346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/tgif.html' title='TGIF'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-4804104112225744019</id><published>2008-08-21T03:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T04:20:42.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday, Dunc</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SK1OFFf8taI/AAAAAAAAABw/F8c_yxXRNBU/s1600-h/Img_6093.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SK1OFFf8taI/AAAAAAAAABw/F8c_yxXRNBU/s320/Img_6093.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236927790984246690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a great day! Dunc had a birthday...It is so hard to figure out what to get him for his birthday, we had talked about going away for the weekend, but we did not want to leave the kids. I had thought of other things he might want, but I thought about waiting until this weekend and us going to get THE RIGHT THING. (You know what I am talking about) They say they want something, you go get it and it is the wrong thing. So instead I surprised him with no kids for the night and a romantic dinner for two!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was great. I had to go to the doctor for a check up in McComb yesterday, so I got all my stuff...  I fixed the table with flowers, candles, and fine dishes.  I had on some romantic music. The menu was mushrooms and peppers with cheese &amp; crab meat for appetizer, then we had stuffed steak, baked potatoes with butter &amp; sour cream, pan fried asparagus and yeast rolls for the main meal. Let's not forget angel food cake with blueberry &amp; cool whip topping.  Lots of talking which we don't get to do these days with a 3 year old running around. (Thank God for Nana's) It was a great night that we spend together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just want to say again, "Happy Birthday, Dunc! I love you.." and "Thanks Nana, I love you, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless, take some time and spend it with the one you love....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-4804104112225744019?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/4804104112225744019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=4804104112225744019' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4804104112225744019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/4804104112225744019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/happy-birthday-dunc.html' title='Happy Birthday, Dunc'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SK1OFFf8taI/AAAAAAAAABw/F8c_yxXRNBU/s72-c/Img_6093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8529361343792944333</id><published>2008-08-19T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T18:29:56.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Are Friends Forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKtwVT_QG9I/AAAAAAAAABo/k8--3_ksaV0/s1600-h/100_0387.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKtwVT_QG9I/AAAAAAAAABo/k8--3_ksaV0/s320/100_0387.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236402503193467858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I have said before people come in and out of our lives for different reason.  Sometime we have not ideal why, but God does, HE has a reason for everything. I would like to tell you about a special person in my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary Elizabeth Larkin (Beth), she is one of those special people in my life! She is so amazing, She is a teacher, a doctor, a psychologist, a sister, a daughter, a mother, a wife, a christian, a cook, a taxi driver, she has so many title I could go on and on, but best of all she is my friend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is married to Patrick W. Larkin and they have to wonderful children Baileigh &amp; Thomas.  I don't even know where to start.... All those titles I was referring to are things she is to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has taught me so many things, things she does not even know she has taught me. That why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TEACHER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When there is something going on medical in my life, she is the first person I call(she knows I don't like doctors)and she always has advise. That why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DOCTOR&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me have something going on in my life I don't know how to fix, she is the one I sat down with and spill the beans too. That is why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;PSYCHOLOGIST&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't have the same mothers, but next to my sister Christy who I love very much, we can sure fight like sisters and love the next day. That is why I call her  a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;SISTER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a lot in common when it comes to our biological father, they were not around, but our heavenly Father is. That is why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;DAUGHTER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so important to her the well being of her babies (Baileigh &amp; Thomas), she always puts them first. That is why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;MOTHER&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have heard her say over and over how she knows that God placed Pat in her life to make her a better person, but I think they compliment each other. That is why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;WIFE&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We make mistakes, we are sinner saved by grace, we know when to get down on our knees and who to talk too! Our heavenly Father, who lives in our hearts. That is why I call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CHRISTIAN&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;COOK&lt;/span&gt;, A &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TAXI DRIVER&lt;/span&gt; what ever the title is I am proud to call her a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt;! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a song by Micheal W. Smith, "Friends Are Friends Forever" and that is so true. Don't let another day go by without telling a &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;FRIEND&lt;/span&gt; what she or he means to you. Life is to short...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;And friends are friends forever&lt;br /&gt;If the Lord's the Lord of them&lt;br /&gt;And a friend will not say never&lt;br /&gt;'cause the welcome will not end&lt;br /&gt;Though it's hard to let you go&lt;br /&gt;In the Father's hands we know&lt;br /&gt;That a lifetime's not too long &lt;br /&gt;To live as Friends&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Beth!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8529361343792944333?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8529361343792944333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8529361343792944333' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8529361343792944333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8529361343792944333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/friends-are-friends-forever.html' title='Friends Are Friends Forever....'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKtwVT_QG9I/AAAAAAAAABo/k8--3_ksaV0/s72-c/100_0387.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8818016515040262483</id><published>2008-08-16T19:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-16T19:34:11.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Time :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKeOEoWCg9I/AAAAAAAAABI/qmUyOh0GTOQ/s1600-h/Dscn0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKeOEoWCg9I/AAAAAAAAABI/qmUyOh0GTOQ/s320/Dscn0031.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235309302041969618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a great day! While the men had to work... We moms took the kids out for a day of fun! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had no water in Bude, Mississippi today, so we were thinking of something fun to do with the kids. The morning started with a phone call from my sister, letting me know that she had water in Monroe and that I was more then welcome to bring the kids to brush their teeth and take shower if we needed them. Well, the kids took baths the night before, but I take a shower every morning (because of the bed head I wake up with, ha!)and we did need our teeth brushed. So, I took her up on the offer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While at Christy's house we decided we would take a rode trip with the kids. A day of movie hopping and good food! We took a ride to Pearl, Ms. The first stop was Brookhaven where we got McDonald's for a fast on the road lunch. Noah has to have his chicken nugget fix! Then we were on the road again! Dunc had to go to Houston, Ms. this morning for business, which I thought would take all day, but he surprised us by calling when we were almost to Jackson and met us over at the movies. Dunc, Noah and Tanner went to see "Dark Knight", the batman movie and Christy and I took Anna and Kaitlyn to see "Mirrors", a scary movie. All of us girls like scary movies. It was great! It is not that bad... first scene is bad, but after that it just makes you jump a lot! The kids had lots of popcorn, pops and candy, which made it all better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the movies where over we went to O'Charley's for supper. Good food, Good Movies, Good Family Time and lots of love. It was a fun time with the kids today!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't sweat the small stuff, it will be there tomorrow. Relax and enjoy your friends and family while they are here to be a blessing in your life! God bless you all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8818016515040262483?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8818016515040262483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8818016515040262483' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8818016515040262483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8818016515040262483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/fun-time.html' title='Fun Time :-)'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKeOEoWCg9I/AAAAAAAAABI/qmUyOh0GTOQ/s72-c/Dscn0031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-1211325326775703903</id><published>2008-08-15T04:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T04:44:55.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is growing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKVriRpYYKI/AAAAAAAAABA/hwm9xASzj90/s1600-h/Dscn0028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKVriRpYYKI/AAAAAAAAABA/hwm9xASzj90/s320/Dscn0028.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234708378484760738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday was a hard day, we had to let someone who we loved very much go be with the Lord. We know that she is looking down on us watching our every move. (Thank God for angels!)Along with that Wednesday we had a 3 year check up at the Children's Clinic in McComb for Noah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Chris Charles is Noah's doctor, Noah loves him, so he was all excited about his check up. When we got there Dr. Charles had to take the day off and we had to see Dr. Michael Artigues. I have talk to Dr. Artigues on the phone before and I really like him, but Noah is like his mother a creature of habit, he did not know him or want any part of the visit. It got better Dr. Artigues made a new friend and all went well with his visit. Noah is blowing the growth chart out of the page! He was 3 years old on July 19th and he is 40 inches tall and weights 46 lbs. which is perfect for his height. He is going to be a tall man like his daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of "Daddy", he is a "Daddy's Boy". I love to watch him with Dunc, it is something new everyday. Yes, Daddy went to the doctor with us. Noah thinks Daddy can make everything better!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-1211325326775703903?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/1211325326775703903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=1211325326775703903' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1211325326775703903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1211325326775703903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/he-is-growing-up.html' title='He is growing up!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKVriRpYYKI/AAAAAAAAABA/hwm9xASzj90/s72-c/Dscn0028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-1439940928553904639</id><published>2008-08-12T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T08:25:10.255-07:00</updated><title type='text'>&gt;&lt;&gt; God Speaks &lt;&gt;&lt;</title><content type='html'>I know I am the "New Kid on the Blog", and my post has not been very up lifting, but I do think that God allowed me to start blogging at a time when I needed it! It has been a way for me to pour out my feelings that I may not have been able to talk to some one about. "Thank you, Lord!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I have prayed for the Lord to give me something up lifting to post and here is what HE gave me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's words&lt;br /&gt;are encouraging words,&lt;br /&gt;healing words,&lt;br /&gt;life-giving words,&lt;br /&gt;renewing words,&lt;br /&gt;refreshing words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When God speaks to us &lt;br /&gt;out of His heart,&lt;br /&gt;He is meeting a need in ours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, let me just say,&lt;br /&gt;"May He speak to you today &lt;br /&gt;just what YOU need to hear."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless all of you and just remember HE is in control, even in the valleys!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"I will hear what God the Lord will speak, for HE will speak peace to His people." Psalm 85:8&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-1439940928553904639?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/1439940928553904639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=1439940928553904639' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1439940928553904639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/1439940928553904639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/god-speaks.html' title='&gt;&lt;&gt; God Speaks &lt;&gt;&lt;'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5026084877372960318</id><published>2008-08-11T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-11T04:46:14.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel went home. . .</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a long day! People come in and out of your life for reason sometime we don't even know until they are gone. The Lord saw fit to take one of those people home with him yesterday, Carolyn Ezell's battle  with cancer stopped yesterday, so she could go be with her Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't even know where to begin with this lady, she was one of the most amazing people I know! She touched so many peoples hearts, she did so much for people! I often wonder how she could be at so many places at one time! Carolyn had cleaned house for me for about a year when my sister got sick and could not keep Noah for me anymore. I was very up set,  with no daycare around here and with no one I trusted will enough to keep my baby boy, I thought the Lord my have been wanting me to come home from work and be a ful time Mom! Dunc and I prayed for God to send us an "ANGEL"! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it was two weeks after Carolyn heard about my problem, when there was a knock at my door one night (anyone who knew Carolyn knew she was loud) she busted up in the house and announced to Dunc and that she was going to keep Noah right here at our house! The Lord had answered a prayer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every morning at 7:30 am, she would busted through the back door hollowing "Morning", then she would start picking up things and cooking Noah's breakfast! He loved her very much..... He call her "Grammie". She taught him so many things. Naps in the afternoon where she always read him two of his favorite books, when he got up from a nap there was always a snack waiting on him. Then it was to the front yard, where he rode his bike (and of course she taught him how) or played with his dog "Rosie" just what ever he wanted to do. When I drove in at 5:15 pm she would be sitting on the porch and he would be playing just as happy as they both could be! At the end of a day Noah would say to Carolyn "Be good, I love you and see you tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I was in the room with her for the last time, I said "Be good, I love you and we will see you soon!" That was a real hard thing to do, we loved her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for Carolyn's family, her  husband and her children, but most of all pray for her little grandson, Shane that she was raising he is not going to understand! She call Noah and Shane her little "Angels"! Now they have a "Angel" watching of them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I come to a end today I say "Be good, I love you and I will see you tomorrow!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKAgy0VjozI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DGATvebm308/s1600-h/Img_8690.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKAgy0VjozI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DGATvebm308/s320/Img_8690.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5233218824419124018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5026084877372960318?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5026084877372960318/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5026084877372960318' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5026084877372960318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5026084877372960318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/angel-went-home.html' title='Angel went home. . .'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SKAgy0VjozI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DGATvebm308/s72-c/Img_8690.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-8101059401006802070</id><published>2008-08-09T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T06:18:38.738-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those "Not So Good" days!</title><content type='html'>Well, I woke up yesterday morning feeling good, started the day off with morning prayer, had breakfast, got Noah to Nana's and Anna to school, even got to work on time! (which does not always happen because of children) The day way going good! I started working and with all the paper work I have on Fridays, it was still going real good.  A few of us who eat lunch together on Fridays had decided we would get salads and go to my Moms to eat lunch, so I decided I would go on and run my clinic stuff to the bank and post office so I would not have to do it on my lunch time and it would give me more time with the girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THAT'S WHEN THINGS STARTED GOING DOWN HILL . . . . My first stop was the People Bank of the South, went in saw all the girls, talked to a few friends, did my business and out the door I went.  I was backed out of my parking space when a car round the corner and hit me from behind, YES I said hit me! It messed the back left side of my Jeep up. Just one of the small things of life! No one was hurt (just my feelings) that is the main thing! But you know me I am a MARTHA! I went right on got a police report, called the insurance company, got a estimate and schedule the Jeep to be fix Monday! Praise God, all is well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Better a patient man than a warrior, a man who controls his temper than one who takes a city." Proverbs 16:32&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-8101059401006802070?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/8101059401006802070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=8101059401006802070' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8101059401006802070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/8101059401006802070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-of-those-not-so-good-days.html' title='One of those &quot;Not So Good&quot; days!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-3330776399631128714</id><published>2008-08-08T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T03:57:25.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Daze :-)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJwlziD5koI/AAAAAAAAAAg/paCXeLuV8m8/s1600-h/Img_6112.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232098434344391298" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJwlziD5koI/AAAAAAAAAAg/paCXeLuV8m8/s320/Img_6112.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Train a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not turn from it." Proverbs 22:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Well it is 5:30 am and the first day of school! We all went to bed early last night to prepare for a new day... I hope we have a good school year, my Anna is growing into a beautiful young lady! She is 13 years old now, yes we are into our teen years and the peer pressure these children have to go through is unbelievable! she is excited about school, but scared too! We have all the school supplies brought. The teachers have been met. The paper work has been done. (Parents know what I am talking about!) Now come the time of prayer! The only way for our teenagers to make it through the pressure this day and time is the prayers of parents! Parents start today, praying for your children while they go through the everyday stuff at school, we never had to go through. Yes, we had stuff, but it was nothing compared to what our children go through this day and time. Anna starts her morning with a teen devotional and I start my day with prayer for her. When we go to bed at night Anna does another nightly devotional and before I close my eyes Dunc and I prayer for her and Noah. I challenge you to do the same for your children! God bless you and your children &lt;&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-3330776399631128714?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/3330776399631128714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=3330776399631128714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3330776399631128714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/3330776399631128714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/school-daze.html' title='School Daze :-)'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJwlziD5koI/AAAAAAAAAAg/paCXeLuV8m8/s72-c/Img_6112.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2212392599915229415.post-5170141464931577886</id><published>2008-08-06T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T20:41:43.838-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New kid on the Blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;      T&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande" size="3"&gt;onight I have sat here and played with getting my very first Blog going! I am excited about it but a little scared! I have a lot to learn, but I am so looking forward to being able to share my thoughts and feelings with friends!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande"&gt;   Have you ever noticed that God's mode of operation is usually not how you would do it?  We should not be surprised when it don't happen like we think it should!  Isaiah 55:8-9 says, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"My thoughts are not your thoughts, and your ways are not My ways. . . . For as heaven is higher than earth, so My ways are higher than your ways, and My thoughts than your thoughts." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; In the familiar story of Mary and Martha, Jesus didn't respond to Martha's frustration the way she would have liked.  She wanted Him to make Mary help her. I am a MARTHA!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande" size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;font face="lucida grande" size="2"&gt;&lt;font size="3"&gt;    So, here I go with letting you guys in to my life and the life of my family! Bare with me as I try to get all this up and running . .&lt;/font&gt; . &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2212392599915229415-5170141464931577886?l=jillmctime.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/feeds/5170141464931577886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2212392599915229415&amp;postID=5170141464931577886' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5170141464931577886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2212392599915229415/posts/default/5170141464931577886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jillmctime.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-kid-on-blog.html' title='New kid on the Blog!'/><author><name>Jill McCormick</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04887248254643373992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_iPTlwRRn3RA/SJpgezoIc8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/huXJIuRiLGQ/s1600-R/Img_6234.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
