tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-151519392024-03-08T04:42:10.541+05:30All The Little DetailsAll my juicy little details for the seriously interestedRebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.comBlogger1068125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-55942438111580404052011-04-14T20:31:00.003+05:302011-04-14T20:34:20.760+05:30New BlogI've been debating how to blog yet still be private without requiring people to "apply" to view my blog. I want to be open, yet, still somewhat in control of who reads the content of my blog. I've come to the conclusion that I must (at least at this time) discontinue writing this blog and start a new one. If you know me, you can contact me and ask about it and I will direct you. In any case I will be letting most of you know about it soon anyway. rebeccaRebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-90756385303025195962011-03-12T01:39:00.003+05:302011-03-12T01:48:26.877+05:30Back In NJMy daughters and I arrived in New Jersey early on Thursday morning after a 17 hours flight from Bombay to Newark. The girls were superb. I can only claim prayer, they're not generally that good. :)<br /><br />A question I get a lot: How long are you in the USA? Answer: No idea. Really. Probably a while. At present - no plans to go back to India unless something drastic and miraculous happens.<br /><br />Another common question: What's going on? Answer: Message or email me. I'll give you the lowdown.<br /><br />These have been really hard months and I've learned to just cling to Jesus and I've really learned what it means to fix my eyes on Jesus. He hasn't let me down yet and I don't believe it's ever going to happen.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-51692240735684614302011-02-06T12:49:00.003+05:302011-02-06T13:03:10.743+05:30Worship Breaks Down The Walls Of Hostility<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQgNw_Irs6QaA2gzAz6gMOSI7Cszb1Un8qJiBDODLF3L7WhK4jxr-1TcMIns844btK5SP48qjHDN4OufySrnnunI-EplHTdCvN5EC3ewZumxCRFQjGgXmbEzJZtlys3TcZrY6/s1600/IMG_2373.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570475140157436258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkQgNw_Irs6QaA2gzAz6gMOSI7Cszb1Un8qJiBDODLF3L7WhK4jxr-1TcMIns844btK5SP48qjHDN4OufySrnnunI-EplHTdCvN5EC3ewZumxCRFQjGgXmbEzJZtlys3TcZrY6/s320/IMG_2373.jpg" border="0" /></a> I was eating breakfast with my 2 & 4 year old this morning and as I flipped through the English channels I came upon "<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">hillsongtv</span>" and a pastor was giving a message that caught my attention. A few minutes later the worship team started some slow worship songs.<br /><br />I noticed my girls weren't making any of their usual noise, i.e. stop touching my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">poha</span>, she's drinking my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">chai</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ayiiiiiii</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Mummeeeeeeeee</span>!<br /><br />So I glanced over and there were both girls, eyes glued to the TV, hands raised in the air and gently swaying to the music.<br /><br />Well, I burst right in to tears.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-5910335326807630922011-02-02T07:03:00.002+05:302011-02-02T07:08:48.789+05:30How P. Puts Herself To SleepThese are <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heavy</span> days I am living in so it's always nice to have a little levity.<br /><br />P. puts herself to sleep like this every time. She just picks her nose til she conks out. I am not kidding.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YuQAu81ubUWGtBR_pV97hcDmxjZ0j_b2Xt3dYjTqXwawl_PDEZNFdUSYVpXK7BiNHU6rAr_d3bSe4OiSSF0KhVd076e7WkV5zQ7HIcNVo0fDjrZa2G9CfCjob2WDR3QroLFL/s1600/Petra+001.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5568899845479750978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4YuQAu81ubUWGtBR_pV97hcDmxjZ0j_b2Xt3dYjTqXwawl_PDEZNFdUSYVpXK7BiNHU6rAr_d3bSe4OiSSF0KhVd076e7WkV5zQ7HIcNVo0fDjrZa2G9CfCjob2WDR3QroLFL/s320/Petra+001.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com10tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-17870384298512982332011-02-01T20:04:00.002+05:302011-02-01T20:29:52.517+05:30C.'s Republic Day Dance<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx4FaSaFiSw_R-YTFzyAQTrVZ5uMZPh05PdYJ6GCPMZ65oWLigHYNMk2KQKXCwnjPazy54Y2OlZMoQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-50808305409794754482011-01-18T19:21:00.001+05:302011-01-18T19:22:29.328+05:30HiatusHiatus<br /><br />I know haven't been around for a while. I may not be. Just letting you know. I'll be back when I can. Miss you too.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-49624172582676059152011-01-07T20:41:00.003+05:302011-01-07T21:10:51.178+05:30Fasting For My GirlsI'm not really sure how to start this testimony of God's goodness to me. I've typed a beginning twice and deleted it twice.<br /><br />For the last two days my four daughters were on my heart especially regarding their spiritual and mental health. I had been laying my prayers before the Lord and I am here to testify He heard them!<br /><br />At the start of this 2011 several of us are fasting and praying - individually - but with one spirit. It was not planned but one by one God has been bringing us together to fast and pray before him. We're not public about it, yet, somehow people come to know and almost daily people are added to our numbers.<br /><br />This evening I was walking through our school and a C.'s class teacher, who is a Christian, stopped me and we talked for a few minutes and she asked how I was. I started to walk away and she called me back.<br /><br />She said, "I'm fasting too. I started three days ago. I am fasting and praying only for your four daughters." She then asked me not to tell anyone, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">altho</span> I don't think you count. :)<br /><br />I have not ceased to be amazed at my God who would love me so much that he heard my concern for my daughters and a day before I even started to pray about it he chose his servant to start fasting and praying specifically and only <strong>for them</strong>.<br /><br /><em>Lord, I believe; help my unbelief!</em>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-83899895933526723802011-01-07T20:21:00.003+05:302011-01-07T20:29:26.392+05:30Ignore The AdultsMy beloved son in the faith, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Joshi</span>, is leaving our ministry and going to a new life ministering among orphans and lepers in Delhi. I was putting together some pictures for him today and came across these two from last month. I had forgotten how we laughed when they were taken. Ignore the three adults in the picture and focus on E. and P.<br /><br />In the first picture P. just jumped in at the last second. What a ham! I guess she learned it from older sis E.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGhFO3LXorrpdEuafaeI0FYYWbvrCBVUpwukKBUxt_LlOOG2GkzBKYoJyZAm3FtH6lS7XxX1kOxftOfbb5E5ugIvo7iqvSsPc8QE9l79sS93w33taHGIxdNUfMHVG9mhLw20c/s1600/Joshi+005.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559457518338304242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiyGhFO3LXorrpdEuafaeI0FYYWbvrCBVUpwukKBUxt_LlOOG2GkzBKYoJyZAm3FtH6lS7XxX1kOxftOfbb5E5ugIvo7iqvSsPc8QE9l79sS93w33taHGIxdNUfMHVG9mhLw20c/s320/Joshi+005.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfET3M4vQIiwTde5HF0UetTl_FuhCMVzg5N0sVtr-MJV6gIxi6MxKKZytTk9jC9IEFMb6KD3bfSkHo-88O7SYgf4xbg8M_FjdVV-UZesR5aKPC6T-twt3eWRUxmLC-eZbJZru/s1600/Joshi+006.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559457512710095634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFfET3M4vQIiwTde5HF0UetTl_FuhCMVzg5N0sVtr-MJV6gIxi6MxKKZytTk9jC9IEFMb6KD3bfSkHo-88O7SYgf4xbg8M_FjdVV-UZesR5aKPC6T-twt3eWRUxmLC-eZbJZru/s320/Joshi+006.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-26602838956487709482011-01-05T07:43:00.002+05:302011-01-05T07:47:56.935+05:30Nothing Is Sacred<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Hmmm</span>. Favorite <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pastime</span>: Taking the books out of mommy's bookshelves and making roads.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4RYQnt45SSpNrH2XPxJexOH8KMcwiD2ULKGYS-rPhQsbKB7EatAT9l4z-eQFsDYcMg6xZ6aEY4VolnwGV8_X3ps77nZmnGmu76URfHvVFBxx_gGt-Ux_XeVubWfU6mZDBKfX/s1600/Christmas+2010+138.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558519790610218594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL4RYQnt45SSpNrH2XPxJexOH8KMcwiD2ULKGYS-rPhQsbKB7EatAT9l4z-eQFsDYcMg6xZ6aEY4VolnwGV8_X3ps77nZmnGmu76URfHvVFBxx_gGt-Ux_XeVubWfU6mZDBKfX/s320/Christmas+2010+138.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoa_yBevQlkDhRk_ZkHCAoD5WXOXF1Ceg6jMGN7UAAy3yV4EzZvdFqt4YKd32U0oku4vavfabYvej2piYJk_UJWg3z3QmNabFVZuuvZ2Sbl6rNLcIoQs12U_vgqnHZK6gY2dpk/s1600/Christmas+2010+139.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558519785892086642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhoa_yBevQlkDhRk_ZkHCAoD5WXOXF1Ceg6jMGN7UAAy3yV4EzZvdFqt4YKd32U0oku4vavfabYvej2piYJk_UJWg3z3QmNabFVZuuvZ2Sbl6rNLcIoQs12U_vgqnHZK6gY2dpk/s320/Christmas+2010+139.jpg" border="0" /></a> Obviously, these children should be taking a bath...<br /><br /><div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-41752382143290847242011-01-04T15:48:00.003+05:302011-01-04T16:23:17.448+05:30A Little Love - Without Crying<div>I am always amazed at the ways God answers our small prayers, even the ones we forget praying.</div><div></div><br /><div>While I was away last week I was feeling low and I prayed, "Lord, please just send some people to show me your love, but I don't want to cry." (I'm one of those weird people who cries when people are nice to them...)</div><div></div><br /><div>I went about my day, checking on breakfast being made and was happy when someone brought out wheat chapatis to eat (as opposed to the corn chapatis and rice which we had been eating for 3 days.) I grabbed a chapati and sat outside before getting in line (we were a team over 30) to get some breakfast. The sister-in-law of the man at whose house we were staying came up behind me and gestured, come here. She said: In a little while come over to my house and I'll feed you some <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">desi</span>* eggs. Oh, just come over now.</div><div></div><br /><div>So, I and my chapati went over to her kitchen and sat down while she made eggs for me. Her husband's cousin came in, who is a nurse and she made special eggs for me since I was sick with a cough (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">desi</span> medicine). As the cousin cooked she shared that she was struggling with marriage problems - an arranged marriage where the husband was still in a relationship with his girlfriend from before marriage. The girl's face who made the egg was swollen and the blood vessels in her eye were burst from where her husband beat her. They'd only been married a year. </div><div></div><br /><div>I listened to her story and ate food from her hand and realized later that God had answered my request for someone to show me his love - without making me cry. I think I am most comfortable in a kitchen and it was nice to just sit and cut the vegetables and watch the eggs fry, listen to women-talk and feel compassion for someone else.</div><div></div><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaJ4vyveb3YbbFfSsaRJH5LutOf9tvBgBWbq93iXbW46_CNEtPUT4m3lwisbFw5Wo7Mu3RSR2MEaP6SnQ51PUZwTdsEbbeVTWViLMdNdz5HG8SEwlx-QR6Gk_zUp47AY9vh2A/s1600/Christmas+2010+132.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5558280734320479842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEheaJ4vyveb3YbbFfSsaRJH5LutOf9tvBgBWbq93iXbW46_CNEtPUT4m3lwisbFw5Wo7Mu3RSR2MEaP6SnQ51PUZwTdsEbbeVTWViLMdNdz5HG8SEwlx-QR6Gk_zUp47AY9vh2A/s320/Christmas+2010+132.jpg" border="0" /></a> Desi Chickens in a tree.<br /><br /><div><span style="font-size:85%;">*<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">desi</span> - anything truly Indian. In this case - village chickens give village eggs (more expensive and, apparently, more healthful than city chickens. Nah, just kidding, not city chickens - chicken farm grown chickens.<em>)</em></span></div><br /><div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-10878294784892567272011-01-03T21:37:00.002+05:302011-01-03T21:46:30.286+05:30Christmas Night PicturesAnd yet there was another program on Christmas night...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNlUUkVvitxYFTMwZxEijX_1h2lesGgJ7jXST2ihu8mYZ5OVYQIcrvJ2_LNQx-Z7uJ0j5AjhPqTC40l-df4AI5ijJQD_gjLFnv8qJR_lLDEUvexORHUGRtPtxWhkizAM2VkYI/s1600/Christmas+2010+127.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557993318373690098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhwNlUUkVvitxYFTMwZxEijX_1h2lesGgJ7jXST2ihu8mYZ5OVYQIcrvJ2_LNQx-Z7uJ0j5AjhPqTC40l-df4AI5ijJQD_gjLFnv8qJR_lLDEUvexORHUGRtPtxWhkizAM2VkYI/s320/Christmas+2010+127.jpg" border="0" /></a> E. & C.'s dance (again)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-QMGaGwgk66ovbZ4TJMhdavTn-VnTmc-OgvgGEu7Pf1tPwxm5zjo1eoeilwkesf3PRLMKGGeip4DElZFrvMyJjh-OLbn58swxSHFQpUR-Rv1tvLnfl4jK7Q5rUi8hyYEU_rvw/s1600/Christmas+2010+125.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557993313856823714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-QMGaGwgk66ovbZ4TJMhdavTn-VnTmc-OgvgGEu7Pf1tPwxm5zjo1eoeilwkesf3PRLMKGGeip4DElZFrvMyJjh-OLbn58swxSHFQpUR-Rv1tvLnfl4jK7Q5rUi8hyYEU_rvw/s320/Christmas+2010+125.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqizHVMbY0QwNyZxUdHfQmBMbuLt-VbOPlhfUIeWTQBgm89vmD9BJgTL2rerhezZv9qXgxbSvv95hTCw7d2WyMYKSmKlS-vYaESubGKPsuM0AGvBenWQvVQwwq2OhkUkN0FAYb/s1600/Christmas+2010+124.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557993307556058994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqizHVMbY0QwNyZxUdHfQmBMbuLt-VbOPlhfUIeWTQBgm89vmD9BJgTL2rerhezZv9qXgxbSvv95hTCw7d2WyMYKSmKlS-vYaESubGKPsuM0AGvBenWQvVQwwq2OhkUkN0FAYb/s320/Christmas+2010+124.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ladies <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">garba</span> - again... Me in a different outfit - not so mango-<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ish</span> this time.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDM5qfki-VDV9Rwo-Az0kSUdjpQK_T_5nQqhU8m4mmjzKDtkxdIshxK1vfitHUv0rU8FBx3TABcReVZyUrgBjw_I-OmZIF-Ji0rXr5ML-m-HFFLnlfzlAVWPHgJ_1uVw0YwBuY/s1600/Christmas+2010+116.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557993306449132498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDM5qfki-VDV9Rwo-Az0kSUdjpQK_T_5nQqhU8m4mmjzKDtkxdIshxK1vfitHUv0rU8FBx3TABcReVZyUrgBjw_I-OmZIF-Ji0rXr5ML-m-HFFLnlfzlAVWPHgJ_1uVw0YwBuY/s320/Christmas+2010+116.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHC8olwzz5eymsLkYhNO7QjMIHYJCRXZXabBuTvRdteIcMzNH2a3Sfoqzbc5YbAbljmJODN_6qCPsVDziyktRu4HhG-EsNi9GD9I5wPmkRxCetieoq3XUkPV0dCcpJ6jUPDdrs/s1600/Christmas+2010+113.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557993299229496466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiHC8olwzz5eymsLkYhNO7QjMIHYJCRXZXabBuTvRdteIcMzNH2a3Sfoqzbc5YbAbljmJODN_6qCPsVDziyktRu4HhG-EsNi9GD9I5wPmkRxCetieoq3XUkPV0dCcpJ6jUPDdrs/s320/Christmas+2010+113.jpg" border="0" /></a> All in all, one of the best Christmas days I have had in a long time. Even though 2010 was difficult for me in many ways, it did have its <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">highlights</span>: i.e. my Birthday and Christmas Day.<br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-75337881426739512092011-01-03T18:29:00.004+05:302011-01-03T21:27:26.768+05:30Random Shots Of Christmas 2010 (I)C. in her gorgeous Christmas dress from Grammy and Grandpop. Superstar!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilaYqZEtk0-3L5EzVIhX9GbGbW9I3s6hoxBzx62kgKW_OXEIeT76pXG25F7V-V_W1UNKNJFIaZPKghHvCrvafw8JjaLPIQxJRIqMh4_fiHTKInlrr_0-ejpe_NsgqAqZIIgpLN/s1600/Christmas+2010+105.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557945168412344994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilaYqZEtk0-3L5EzVIhX9GbGbW9I3s6hoxBzx62kgKW_OXEIeT76pXG25F7V-V_W1UNKNJFIaZPKghHvCrvafw8JjaLPIQxJRIqMh4_fiHTKInlrr_0-ejpe_NsgqAqZIIgpLN/s320/Christmas+2010+105.jpg" border="0" /></a> E.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YxvUqG6iBoXmIT9onMCiV7dzLS6_rTqi5YHXOQmvhLdCtEYIi8NgCeqRD_csUzWJxnYJKTEszCcr5vKs0vFdD_OHjQZ6ZMckqXfQO2Z6FEMUhOS_qCq9uylqJ-zK0Ig9iOxC/s1600/Christmas+2010+104.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557945162163938386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1YxvUqG6iBoXmIT9onMCiV7dzLS6_rTqi5YHXOQmvhLdCtEYIi8NgCeqRD_csUzWJxnYJKTEszCcr5vKs0vFdD_OHjQZ6ZMckqXfQO2Z6FEMUhOS_qCq9uylqJ-zK0Ig9iOxC/s320/Christmas+2010+104.jpg" border="0" /></a> C. & E. in their group dance on Christmas day.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1ptfUUsssM4AmkinEC730_n6w-FmvpxEE_RUqtgv1TRG7szFgZS6kVSQVVKOy7p-Fqhj3wc6pwzWuKjBAK5ZsK-R3SGbkNtIwF29tLWFWk-DVyaRw9mOGKVRj9ikeVqOfBWM/s1600/Christmas+2010+101.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557945156071090594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjA1ptfUUsssM4AmkinEC730_n6w-FmvpxEE_RUqtgv1TRG7szFgZS6kVSQVVKOy7p-Fqhj3wc6pwzWuKjBAK5ZsK-R3SGbkNtIwF29tLWFWk-DVyaRw9mOGKVRj9ikeVqOfBWM/s320/Christmas+2010+101.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ladies Nativity Skit (I was the Holy Spirit)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYuVirHPkIAjxBGBBf4G3By2zBRrAV_knkHoAJ8MkmBrlVrl2MGFosM063a8cM19TNRjgXhpdZTDwqJbZ7n-cLB18BrCucNex0glm7eyMxJZ52Y6C2p01j-r6TF41zv_dbwE-/s1600/Christmas+2010+098.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557945157720168786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghYuVirHPkIAjxBGBBf4G3By2zBRrAV_knkHoAJ8MkmBrlVrl2MGFosM063a8cM19TNRjgXhpdZTDwqJbZ7n-cLB18BrCucNex0glm7eyMxJZ52Y6C2p01j-r6TF41zv_dbwE-/s320/Christmas+2010+098.jpg" border="0" /></a> Carol Singing group<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ez127me01Jku4q20ibQqKul5rDpUUzP4BhHEok-IqmBLKd-XwLaCGYdeGjnxqzx5UxgagccjmhFx9UrAyfkLAme0RyHQdmhO3EB2rpvajbLPzzAqb9L2lltniAnAUaEqcbcZ/s1600/Christmas+2010+007.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557945153080202194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg4ez127me01Jku4q20ibQqKul5rDpUUzP4BhHEok-IqmBLKd-XwLaCGYdeGjnxqzx5UxgagccjmhFx9UrAyfkLAme0RyHQdmhO3EB2rpvajbLPzzAqb9L2lltniAnAUaEqcbcZ/s320/Christmas+2010+007.jpg" border="0" /></a> Holy Spirit and Mary<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGX7bVW6r6hyncFbqpHmAPq-iVjVE7CyscXbglVQg_cRWQc0Dbrz3T5H23Cm8sYrNilQbqOvF9dHbE2Ivdan2YAyq11znWPU2PJA4AZAUnPSEEGhsyGUhb93MS4gCoULjU0SO/s1600/Christmas+2010+093.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557944350272276482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkGX7bVW6r6hyncFbqpHmAPq-iVjVE7CyscXbglVQg_cRWQc0Dbrz3T5H23Cm8sYrNilQbqOvF9dHbE2Ivdan2YAyq11znWPU2PJA4AZAUnPSEEGhsyGUhb93MS4gCoULjU0SO/s320/Christmas+2010+093.jpg" border="0" /></a> Ladies Gujarati Garba Dance. You can't see me here, but I look like a ripe Mango.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mBu77Bm1dcJAqlCeQd0lHbYbUPVXpnxvq95sbJWOXOtgo6B5MQEwxSEV38iyUbE9cgKmbcOKWIcSN93XaEMfu7PKGkkQW9Puqod1QMDWOgykgwPaqYdX_HR5czAZgB9BR6dW/s1600/Christmas+2010+081.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557944349843603714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mBu77Bm1dcJAqlCeQd0lHbYbUPVXpnxvq95sbJWOXOtgo6B5MQEwxSEV38iyUbE9cgKmbcOKWIcSN93XaEMfu7PKGkkQW9Puqod1QMDWOgykgwPaqYdX_HR5czAZgB9BR6dW/s320/Christmas+2010+081.jpg" border="0" /></a> Dance Troop<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-F1nqxgSxHlZlTvS-qX0ilgyvKNWnnAH5uzmq98U4LVdQMDdkA0vYi1xxPZOwEdsjP7DXnxw4JIKaDPyTPSlSonkRRQrVZHGdAE-DcJC7yahpaasEoZnyk3dX9AFCW44G0Jp/s1600/Christmas+2010+077.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557944345174218146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgS-F1nqxgSxHlZlTvS-qX0ilgyvKNWnnAH5uzmq98U4LVdQMDdkA0vYi1xxPZOwEdsjP7DXnxw4JIKaDPyTPSlSonkRRQrVZHGdAE-DcJC7yahpaasEoZnyk3dX9AFCW44G0Jp/s320/Christmas+2010+077.jpg" border="0" /></a> Christmas Stockings for the 1st Time ever! And they are stuffed! (Thanks Aunt Jenny & Uncle Jim)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSh3Y29aW3P02MmWc3MyWuKXyngZAJqXK-pVkYg1fHeMvUACrBF4wNX4k1V3eJ875zHmMGWkSKOGuTl3az7mvj5MZCCxf0bjpWzojIusYbuJ-FXCD6BqDjn0KLs1bJbaJbRpFd/s1600/Christmas+2010+072.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557944341212166930" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSh3Y29aW3P02MmWc3MyWuKXyngZAJqXK-pVkYg1fHeMvUACrBF4wNX4k1V3eJ875zHmMGWkSKOGuTl3az7mvj5MZCCxf0bjpWzojIusYbuJ-FXCD6BqDjn0KLs1bJbaJbRpFd/s320/Christmas+2010+072.jpg" border="0" /></a> G. opening her Christmas gift on Christmas Eve.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAeGNxvmqHfdIRCGSchO6fBfaO5ZbRSeUoMQ9exc51WmxKpDma_J6UQ-jg3fc4-GPmKJ4BTx0LWPV6r83iU9EVf2_ezG2BkzGlqHi3WHBeNC1zfrBQrRy9TGWquIvWkK29pKp/s1600/Christmas+2010+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557944332446291234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSAeGNxvmqHfdIRCGSchO6fBfaO5ZbRSeUoMQ9exc51WmxKpDma_J6UQ-jg3fc4-GPmKJ4BTx0LWPV6r83iU9EVf2_ezG2BkzGlqHi3WHBeNC1zfrBQrRy9TGWquIvWkK29pKp/s320/Christmas+2010+070.jpg" border="0" /></a> More pictures to come, but I have lost loading capabilities. Ahhh, India. More comprehensive photos on Facebook.<br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-6717830084723868542011-01-03T18:12:00.003+05:302011-01-03T18:20:45.495+05:30Karuna Kid KhristmasFor those of you who didn't catch this on <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span>, here are some pictures from the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Karuna</span> kids getting their Christmas gifts on Christmas Eve.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgCEKLqsQGqqVW6Lq-AyMTxNoDSZy5NOeUUfc-Ex__eb1J4rxO8A2-NmJK7a5QJn0U0K6etImEz6LBSDGumhfrT3rM3yjuAmxPK3IKltKh4VGp9oStcmFNUZkYvXE1e9b9SM7/s1600/Christmas+2010+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557940220507413890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjUgCEKLqsQGqqVW6Lq-AyMTxNoDSZy5NOeUUfc-Ex__eb1J4rxO8A2-NmJK7a5QJn0U0K6etImEz6LBSDGumhfrT3rM3yjuAmxPK3IKltKh4VGp9oStcmFNUZkYvXE1e9b9SM7/s320/Christmas+2010+047.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Ohhh</span>, what did you get?<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0L9HM5eFiStf47DxzaOcFkFQ-wUnwdf5b3agVU-X7kMAtMmKkE3rSEWOxqflIQr4_AXdLtqiwYd5SC68aVk4un1scKYyfp8Zeq7BX4ZJzb5C78jxoLBf656ugAP_63dKjKzS/s1600/Christmas+2010+032.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557940217579035250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ0L9HM5eFiStf47DxzaOcFkFQ-wUnwdf5b3agVU-X7kMAtMmKkE3rSEWOxqflIQr4_AXdLtqiwYd5SC68aVk4un1scKYyfp8Zeq7BX4ZJzb5C78jxoLBf656ugAP_63dKjKzS/s320/Christmas+2010+032.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Pushpa</span> reading a letter from a friend in the US.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCp8GSteCH433HwyOEI8lEshdq_hBwg8ROWzgOyLxoUyyDXEneQaUdPMxgb5aFNZ95pNarteJkIkU-wjup2pwaq63wTaoPgfidAdePY8KGg7gZ2cJxv7_p66r3U_GMjOtQYLf/s1600/Christmas+2010+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557940213611143330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEizCp8GSteCH433HwyOEI8lEshdq_hBwg8ROWzgOyLxoUyyDXEneQaUdPMxgb5aFNZ95pNarteJkIkU-wjup2pwaq63wTaoPgfidAdePY8KGg7gZ2cJxv7_p66r3U_GMjOtQYLf/s320/Christmas+2010+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Kusha</span><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVE6YlLG1JBupxQVzQJP6gNIbjU7TW3ehFjQsZS7q4FGJh4E-qGsZI87vp1Dxyk9-6Eg03edTKxc-u8OWP2523yW9DIZ9MiUDeN3r7OoJ7fRhmmk95DbG2qKY6xc5d7fomXmQK/s1600/Christmas+2010+030.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557940211631518498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVE6YlLG1JBupxQVzQJP6gNIbjU7TW3ehFjQsZS7q4FGJh4E-qGsZI87vp1Dxyk9-6Eg03edTKxc-u8OWP2523yW9DIZ9MiUDeN3r7OoJ7fRhmmk95DbG2qKY6xc5d7fomXmQK/s320/Christmas+2010+030.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Rahul</span><br /><div align="center"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhER_e25JNzeAsWGW6IyhoX2VkStW-xO2lYJB4S4mKMFXQyTDsQG8nWcSSKmxh_59HC9Ag_7zRLfp2C6unvFgXdnPgXIg06AcatKQ1YVwkw4zrlt5MB9vCOBj60UGu-JXBnPEJS/s1600/Christmas+2010+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5557940202938369794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhER_e25JNzeAsWGW6IyhoX2VkStW-xO2lYJB4S4mKMFXQyTDsQG8nWcSSKmxh_59HC9Ag_7zRLfp2C6unvFgXdnPgXIg06AcatKQ1YVwkw4zrlt5MB9vCOBj60UGu-JXBnPEJS/s320/Christmas+2010+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;">A Great Big THANK YOU from all of us!</span></div></div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-77885720127560385052011-01-03T13:35:00.003+05:302011-01-03T14:05:05.595+05:30Strange Ways Of Faith or Happy 2011I shared at our testimony time in church on New year's Eve that the thing I am most thankful for is that 2010 is OVER. It was a hard year for me. I have great hopes for 2011, however. One thing I can say for 2010 is that God taught me more in one year of my life than he had in all the previous years put together. Wow, that's a lot of teaching.<br /><br />As in the strange ways of faith, He has brought me to a most childlike place. In my mind's eye I see myself, as a child, clinging on to Christ's hand and Him leading me somewhere. My eyes are <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">squeezed</span> shut, I don't know where I am going. When I open my eyes, where will I be?<br /><br />But I trust Him, and believe it is going to be a place of joy.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-62084829644505831622010-12-24T07:39:00.001+05:302010-12-24T07:40:44.564+05:30Merry Christmas!<span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;">Merry Christmas!</span><br /><span style="font-size:130%;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /> I have not forgotten you.<br /><br />Here is my to-do list for today, December 24<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>, Christmas Eve.<br /><br />Get up at 5AM – pray<br />Make breakfast<br />Wash clothes (washing machine on the fritz – don’t ask)<br />Make lunch<br />10AM – have 30 children from our children’s home over to distribute their gifts.<br />Feed them snacks.<br />Staple some net onto a costume (faster than sewing)<br />Go to school for dance practice and skit practice<br />Come home, teach 3 friends how to make zucchini bread<br />(possibly get a pedicure???)<br />Pick up 2 dresses from tailor – wrap them<br />Get one last gift for a guest – wrap it (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">pos</span> give this resp. to O.)<br />6PM be at church for gift exchange program – FUN.<br /><br />Come home eat something (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">pos</span>. make something to eat…)<br />Clean house for 9 guests arriving at the crack of dawn Christmas morning.<br /><br />This is all I can remember – but my days generally look like this.<br /><br />Throw in 4 small children and well… Talk to you in the new year…Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-2185823058597432642010-12-09T14:11:00.002+05:302010-12-09T14:23:20.576+05:30Nat's Going HomeMy dear niece Natalie will be heading back to the US tomorrow night and we are down to our last day with her in our home.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_7ZgyujVQPTQ9DDn8rpXAb2UE8cU-i1RMtwQMDBATAwhVEsfXV-fFosy150llVeEVbgCkHVNV4BkRD3-Hs0JkuSg9vNaGBWQtohEjRKsmaR4nLNOZ46I0S_t70YynFAXV3j4/s1600/family+034.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548600467297950258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj6_7ZgyujVQPTQ9DDn8rpXAb2UE8cU-i1RMtwQMDBATAwhVEsfXV-fFosy150llVeEVbgCkHVNV4BkRD3-Hs0JkuSg9vNaGBWQtohEjRKsmaR4nLNOZ46I0S_t70YynFAXV3j4/s320/family+034.jpg" border="0" /></a> It has been such a huge blessing to have her here and part of our (Indian) family for the last several months. It is going to be sad and strange around here without her.<br /><br />I am thankful for the months God gave me with her and the connection she is for me to my Arizona family. I am <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">privileged</span> to see the beautiful work that God has been doing in her life over the last months. And I am excited to see what He is going to do in her future. It is going to be wonderful.<br /><br />Goodbye sweet Nat, (Map Didi), we're going to miss you so much.<br /><br />I am so proud of you.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-86189724390251158622010-12-07T14:25:00.003+05:302010-12-07T14:37:11.248+05:30Groundbreaking At The Karuna Children's Home Land<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfowceqa1c9W-6q2RyIFG3qYwi_w_W2aS7soU0YyabAJR3M6fqciu44mIKic-RU4mddU9vrOX8xato2alzNgWSYdKnXQnDgJPguTTw7_TOOxGczgd5hVmtMkJ_cFy2UYu_CGJG/s1600/family+068.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547863140450080898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfowceqa1c9W-6q2RyIFG3qYwi_w_W2aS7soU0YyabAJR3M6fqciu44mIKic-RU4mddU9vrOX8xato2alzNgWSYdKnXQnDgJPguTTw7_TOOxGczgd5hVmtMkJ_cFy2UYu_CGJG/s320/family+068.jpg" border="0" /></a> (I am most definitely suited for <em>indoors </em>work...)<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8veTFkPV99IliabRVH67vB0ZJwJT3fLZrg_kP-Oeygmpjqb3IE_Uz4GHA8HBNnrfAVOsUWHSuIqK50_tQF6YCyKpkSMV9jeZE3cJN4mEUFkClRWQuVs7gO-mDEgQxVm7cC7J/s1600/family+070.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547863135189426642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiH8veTFkPV99IliabRVH67vB0ZJwJT3fLZrg_kP-Oeygmpjqb3IE_Uz4GHA8HBNnrfAVOsUWHSuIqK50_tQF6YCyKpkSMV9jeZE3cJN4mEUFkClRWQuVs7gO-mDEgQxVm7cC7J/s320/family+070.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhteBB6IWtKB0hRwtSoIG8dpAHLM9umo_Ap_6SK1tPyIPS3ilpN5tKxF7o8nqCSfGCBPaUrZbSiECIxJAszeLvnEOWF58ezkL6yILDrhFMrX3USCKMGjI94NOgtU2tpUqDnVA-/s1600/family+065.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547863123030120802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhteBB6IWtKB0hRwtSoIG8dpAHLM9umo_Ap_6SK1tPyIPS3ilpN5tKxF7o8nqCSfGCBPaUrZbSiECIxJAszeLvnEOWF58ezkL6yILDrhFMrX3USCKMGjI94NOgtU2tpUqDnVA-/s320/family+065.jpg" border="0" /></a> The cleared off section is the land that we officially purchased on Saturday Dec. 4<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span> for the <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Karuna</span> Children's Home project. We held church there on Sunday.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8MC4zSkYv3m1I8XH2HJYsaSnSDMWFp2L-3EhtPBXSae7YvBKfQ0QgidzBTOBiZCySbY7w2JGtPkTpqJPZft3DBbGRTou9RipHSzNmml-DO2vNpCq5irjsXhx9ddMoWyWDOQg-/s1600/family+062.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547863111680281826" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8MC4zSkYv3m1I8XH2HJYsaSnSDMWFp2L-3EhtPBXSae7YvBKfQ0QgidzBTOBiZCySbY7w2JGtPkTpqJPZft3DBbGRTou9RipHSzNmml-DO2vNpCq5irjsXhx9ddMoWyWDOQg-/s320/family+062.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoomiuX_wEGMMmjPoUwKIrJsghfpxXSpJgvTZ5l1YKhNI-VXkjFIly5bOCshdYgtvHL7MYNgEykJhL8EDJs2PTP7CboXzhScCgKpN-KL38gELw9nCIztVLDKdg0fpCO96I5ru/s1600/family+059.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547863109060659490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjzoomiuX_wEGMMmjPoUwKIrJsghfpxXSpJgvTZ5l1YKhNI-VXkjFIly5bOCshdYgtvHL7MYNgEykJhL8EDJs2PTP7CboXzhScCgKpN-KL38gELw9nCIztVLDKdg0fpCO96I5ru/s320/family+059.jpg" border="0" /></a> <div></div></div></div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-13148230399953637172010-12-07T14:14:00.003+05:302010-12-07T14:22:57.485+05:30Nat's Birthday With EveryoneAt church on Sunday Natalie shared a small testimony and we had a cake for her.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPUnekOOzmbaxjKG4p2_29vwbyu3kZF2bO3Nb31TeiVfJncw4mEKvi0b-voR50k5ltbMomjz_CI7efAFDxN2WD3RTDhroVyoVeXnuyAXnn4iMg8sDCivzOCDNGZ4eH_zRxwP1/s1600/family+045.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547859903936414466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjXPUnekOOzmbaxjKG4p2_29vwbyu3kZF2bO3Nb31TeiVfJncw4mEKvi0b-voR50k5ltbMomjz_CI7efAFDxN2WD3RTDhroVyoVeXnuyAXnn4iMg8sDCivzOCDNGZ4eH_zRxwP1/s320/family+045.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />Putting the cake together<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8J_snbxUp2oX5o6-zZXdMSuiuuHh1CHFVfWQXIq4rfsQkPFbVzM2Z1un3Ll4EEv5wWZmELuf7OsPSXJMpCwB-nvLQ3QyjDkbmRBePgBFaAzwdf3MgKmt-Sd8Md4vMiB12Ht7/s1600/family+047.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547859923235861234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiv8J_snbxUp2oX5o6-zZXdMSuiuuHh1CHFVfWQXIq4rfsQkPFbVzM2Z1un3Ll4EEv5wWZmELuf7OsPSXJMpCwB-nvLQ3QyjDkbmRBePgBFaAzwdf3MgKmt-Sd8Md4vMiB12Ht7/s320/family+047.jpg" border="0" /></a> Feeding the cake<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieT3tnNogX2YAiPNxsqwCpNQO7cFflJ8xotdt2IEzgqiToFSvZRZ0kChIj4e-PfohYc29GMpr65r0d1VOiMelxVvfsyzGh-BxFk3fQ9SMSRcWIRhDcI2D8xJlIVoO2-2OMdRYO/s1600/family+049.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547859928812060514" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieT3tnNogX2YAiPNxsqwCpNQO7cFflJ8xotdt2IEzgqiToFSvZRZ0kChIj4e-PfohYc29GMpr65r0d1VOiMelxVvfsyzGh-BxFk3fQ9SMSRcWIRhDcI2D8xJlIVoO2-2OMdRYO/s320/family+049.jpg" border="0" /></a>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-48850920093087637572010-12-07T13:35:00.005+05:302010-12-07T14:13:27.252+05:30Map Didi's Birthday (#1)My niece Natalie's first birthday celebration on Saturday. Hosted by her good friends. I didn't even bother decorating my house after this <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">extravaganza</span>...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xGS9dQxMKmFMj1d0u4eRh14IQ5b0qsroqFS1aDca31hkbnEhmKZpL34QefV-B88Yfe6gS29TTv4bZORCzIUq0Nl0HfrQhvm4yB88bB6NXuHuKvwpdTVsdIjQ57cXxTqOrT1M/s1600/family+023.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547855883501585266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh2xGS9dQxMKmFMj1d0u4eRh14IQ5b0qsroqFS1aDca31hkbnEhmKZpL34QefV-B88Yfe6gS29TTv4bZORCzIUq0Nl0HfrQhvm4yB88bB6NXuHuKvwpdTVsdIjQ57cXxTqOrT1M/s320/family+023.jpg" border="0" /></a> B Happy<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamc8B0T_TQ2qQjF_POzpFRyhtNuTcFt6kOAm5JOdPcXd-M440SsPq3BjVUDq4wc8T-zLYo7kwY7kps0xSBLIUeZOcZJLLJlx3axdhrJJmt8A2Mikvp-OPtEQZGUbXM9t2I6sb/s1600/family+028.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547855236465682786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgamc8B0T_TQ2qQjF_POzpFRyhtNuTcFt6kOAm5JOdPcXd-M440SsPq3BjVUDq4wc8T-zLYo7kwY7kps0xSBLIUeZOcZJLLJlx3axdhrJJmt8A2Mikvp-OPtEQZGUbXM9t2I6sb/s320/family+028.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTjkhq_VrFoKP5TLxeTmtn9OEodaPA6jeaf5SGVpu_C74Ovrlf36H99j91Vq0IP_dstmLFhEk-Oflrbf7WXOCzkzNMFr_evHCYiRNePnNQpadrvVirBT8kYKv48xgA9lYo9FA/s1600/family+027.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547855227924063554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgjTjkhq_VrFoKP5TLxeTmtn9OEodaPA6jeaf5SGVpu_C74Ovrlf36H99j91Vq0IP_dstmLFhEk-Oflrbf7WXOCzkzNMFr_evHCYiRNePnNQpadrvVirBT8kYKv48xgA9lYo9FA/s320/family+027.jpg" border="0" /></a> The cousins<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eywo79dMFrO-PfkJTj1JCyqT0TeyF3u7bDtbbH1F86ZkM2VH8UJ45FRqjn-lwDAQfBKPF3F7JqcxAM6dC4YHakNxzrkllIDLEim6KiO_cvHucD-UiNCqAv1xjXAFtVbCDqyx/s1600/family+021.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547855224901233122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi5eywo79dMFrO-PfkJTj1JCyqT0TeyF3u7bDtbbH1F86ZkM2VH8UJ45FRqjn-lwDAQfBKPF3F7JqcxAM6dC4YHakNxzrkllIDLEim6KiO_cvHucD-UiNCqAv1xjXAFtVbCDqyx/s320/family+021.jpg" border="0" /></a>Birthday Showers<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BOQbFlCWMPDaDR7SvWtLy94K4AhaKircY-Adrp3qQoj0fCUfz1PqH_sZX-h3XR5VvtPJleSLkP2ke0cf5zI69pJXjnhyphenhyphenPZIjm_yEqzwCkN15Cy8myaTQpRVUETuo0Vlk_XMs/s1600/family+016.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547855203904683538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh9BOQbFlCWMPDaDR7SvWtLy94K4AhaKircY-Adrp3qQoj0fCUfz1PqH_sZX-h3XR5VvtPJleSLkP2ke0cf5zI69pJXjnhyphenhyphenPZIjm_yEqzwCkN15Cy8myaTQpRVUETuo0Vlk_XMs/s320/family+016.jpg" border="0" /></a> P.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxlXL9PilSUWP76dDmBGkWkgLo7fYQSTQqOzoKTA15WiEREKx9_YnhlxGTFJ6f0UH8UPYRRcr_RA6FImSU9gx5lIivv9WH7MwhPPPCELeDH1MuXO1JTZZ0MRWAJuc0XB7SYn_/s1600/family+017.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547855214995678210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSxlXL9PilSUWP76dDmBGkWkgLo7fYQSTQqOzoKTA15WiEREKx9_YnhlxGTFJ6f0UH8UPYRRcr_RA6FImSU9gx5lIivv9WH7MwhPPPCELeDH1MuXO1JTZZ0MRWAJuc0XB7SYn_/s320/family+017.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-45448989705849866972010-12-07T11:38:00.003+05:302010-12-07T13:33:49.991+05:30HB Pictures from E.'s 10th (Late!)The Happy Birthday girl (November 18<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">th</span>) . Face Painting <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">courtesy</span> of Natalie...<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wI0uVx2PxDnO_fOQ_BbPSynwoVWGNHoMJ-qnifjy45gno25B7Mircvq5Rk2nMIPSFP909EsO97cNQ4gHWsr87hyphenhyphenc3SX5nJIzhUpt0cwbkHXxu6Dpa-2BSPifti-XbrJGCBr_/s1600/Sarah+044.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547820454739644114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3wI0uVx2PxDnO_fOQ_BbPSynwoVWGNHoMJ-qnifjy45gno25B7Mircvq5Rk2nMIPSFP909EsO97cNQ4gHWsr87hyphenhyphenc3SX5nJIzhUpt0cwbkHXxu6Dpa-2BSPifti-XbrJGCBr_/s320/Sarah+044.jpg" border="0" /></a> Tiger.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5FEEY59npL1-SgHP2UovBCpO68Btdp3O-XJ6MRRuIXIIt4VcjQK32hjk6BtySRWJuzb1FcStIzgvn-E0mtOXP1cZHkqFk2vYfgig8PoPRVErYVuAv5RHJImz3Y4V4kSGzMO9/s1600/Sarah+004.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547820469378787074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhC5FEEY59npL1-SgHP2UovBCpO68Btdp3O-XJ6MRRuIXIIt4VcjQK32hjk6BtySRWJuzb1FcStIzgvn-E0mtOXP1cZHkqFk2vYfgig8PoPRVErYVuAv5RHJImz3Y4V4kSGzMO9/s320/Sarah+004.jpg" border="0" /></a> C. with her best friend, Angel.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWJPMkAPoblZs9_iBc_VGYGWJpIBiQWkGrvySRTFMiZUcKCctteD7M_KMrbxZk65gifuHdoUvsUxAD6wdIE_zrZoT4lqttwjvjdkuyNpF3alwL5nmItkzxyCO7Om7ntk8yqjU/s1600/Sarah+029.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547820463070955634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgBWJPMkAPoblZs9_iBc_VGYGWJpIBiQWkGrvySRTFMiZUcKCctteD7M_KMrbxZk65gifuHdoUvsUxAD6wdIE_zrZoT4lqttwjvjdkuyNpF3alwL5nmItkzxyCO7Om7ntk8yqjU/s320/Sarah+029.jpg" border="0" /></a> P.'s face was painted by her sister. Sitting on the flower pot <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">eating</span> candy.<br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHkH7BZW0ZqdIuxnrBJnqgk0MPf6U-MNmqkkNJ9hhT9aLDahyphenhyphen8L49njehr0jGVZRPxjOuHjI0KUtk0n-l47llmLBtDAkuaC49g0o_kNL8qROVMwBmRlVFDt22JQVNyBpAUX-Q/s1600/Sarah+024.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547820449379947442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKHkH7BZW0ZqdIuxnrBJnqgk0MPf6U-MNmqkkNJ9hhT9aLDahyphenhyphen8L49njehr0jGVZRPxjOuHjI0KUtk0n-l47llmLBtDAkuaC49g0o_kNL8qROVMwBmRlVFDt22JQVNyBpAUX-Q/s320/Sarah+024.jpg" border="0" /></a> We had a "Fair" -like theme. Lots of various games. Even the adults partook.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHoEQ8yN2hg1OxAoD3EwWX6hbXv4br3DppVPFYmiEtz9P7BcT_2ZOrOCOGZiWP_MMjWuEQvxRchEbFkWH13Oei9qMA3GKdOokDMnifW2R87cty_Ssl_rgmbmy6g3WKP_4zLWC/s1600/Sarah+019.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5547820478820273106" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhHoEQ8yN2hg1OxAoD3EwWX6hbXv4br3DppVPFYmiEtz9P7BcT_2ZOrOCOGZiWP_MMjWuEQvxRchEbFkWH13Oei9qMA3GKdOokDMnifW2R87cty_Ssl_rgmbmy6g3WKP_4zLWC/s320/Sarah+019.jpg" border="0" /></a> </div></div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-18414491399925977432010-11-29T14:20:00.006+05:302010-11-29T15:39:51.014+05:30Tha Cat Is BackYou may remember the cat who ate my lovebirds (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">snif</span>). Apparently he is back. The following is a picture <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">gallery</span> of what I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">found</span> in my guest bedroom this morning. I tried to upload a video but it wasn't working.<br /><br />It will add to the ambiance if you mentally play the <em>Psycho</em> music in your head. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Ehn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Ehn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ehn</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Ehn</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53xMGedfwe_PoUxTjM4UU8Obt8zbfw4L9BauWx_Hagod6AE_WFu9eCvqd7dmdH_82mw0xZuKa3DAhYvN9pKgG31FUJs5-QLJYhK90Ex0CpFuGDjdynfVLc6HTD2JXxG43zJnA/s1600/IMG_1224[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544905655830434962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj53xMGedfwe_PoUxTjM4UU8Obt8zbfw4L9BauWx_Hagod6AE_WFu9eCvqd7dmdH_82mw0xZuKa3DAhYvN9pKgG31FUJs5-QLJYhK90Ex0CpFuGDjdynfVLc6HTD2JXxG43zJnA/s320/IMG_1224%255B1%255D" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFS_o8G0kvAtB3k1jEdHakupRpeuxZimBjPjSos7QjCOzQwK7jn14DIyHduv8W5yNViH9SG1vI9TiY_875zgpt25fysVCIX5KXlKNvzEHZC2LjktmapylGiTomaJ9d133WUBd/s1600/IMG_1227[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544905643207577314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjOFS_o8G0kvAtB3k1jEdHakupRpeuxZimBjPjSos7QjCOzQwK7jn14DIyHduv8W5yNViH9SG1vI9TiY_875zgpt25fysVCIX5KXlKNvzEHZC2LjktmapylGiTomaJ9d133WUBd/s320/IMG_1227%255B1%255D" border="0" /></a> </div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEEKDw_vvzq-lAg2ydPEXPm8M6TiffEfQsVkcnG2hjgwnNcmE3IwpbjSP57Tz4WYmw5A4Misg66M5t_nYwQrK-CjBDEoItVaDZkpKMiUb2-1f8IWWQW2cCZB_qwd0ME579h9V/s1600/IMG_1226[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544905647969084082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJEEKDw_vvzq-lAg2ydPEXPm8M6TiffEfQsVkcnG2hjgwnNcmE3IwpbjSP57Tz4WYmw5A4Misg66M5t_nYwQrK-CjBDEoItVaDZkpKMiUb2-1f8IWWQW2cCZB_qwd0ME579h9V/s320/IMG_1226%255B1%255D" border="0" /></a> </div></div><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WOUIdFxy1UwYy1HI6LR6cyhS7AG5Xb4x_FyAptWK-bag4imVafRVouhkeMyvpfhoveKVumT-yik9rolusHaxhWmxonqvus9jbeVvGMsm2myrrtXhif2eXyEIGrqFJ_kIQAN7/s1600/IMG_1228[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544905632699444882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj7WOUIdFxy1UwYy1HI6LR6cyhS7AG5Xb4x_FyAptWK-bag4imVafRVouhkeMyvpfhoveKVumT-yik9rolusHaxhWmxonqvus9jbeVvGMsm2myrrtXhif2eXyEIGrqFJ_kIQAN7/s320/IMG_1228%255B1%255D" border="0" /></a><br />Poor <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Pigeon</span>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-46070331995847895382010-11-21T17:11:00.003+05:302010-11-21T17:15:41.899+05:30I Wonder If God Ever Gets Tired Of Hearing My Name?I wonder if God ever gets tired of hearing my name?<br /><br />If it were possible I think he'd be feeling it over this past week. It's been an amazing week where I feel like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">everyone's</span> been ringing God's doorbell with requests for me.<br /><br />I've wept. I've broken down in tears in front of my students. I have young and old, counseling me, comforting me and praying over me.<br /><br />It's Thanksgiving Week and I am so THANKFUL for the prayers of beloved friends who have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">helped</span> me to not just <em>hang on</em> this past week, but to <em>press on</em>.<br /><br />Lord, I know you never get tired of hearing my name.<br />You love me.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-30840875780619972292010-11-21T17:08:00.002+05:302010-11-21T17:11:02.104+05:30DelhiI'll be in Delhi from Monday til Saturday taking classes for my MA correspondence course in "Christian Management" Yep, I'll be there alone (meaning without knowing anyone.) Yep, I'll be there over Thanksgiving. (Not a big deal, but since Natalie is here, I feel bad leaving her...)<br /><br />Today will be the last gut spilling for a while I guess.Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-38919118401400132552010-11-15T16:58:00.003+05:302010-11-15T17:42:43.011+05:30The Seed - 17 Years Later<p>I have in my possession three <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">journals</span> that I wrote during 1993-94 while I was studying for 11 months in Israel. It was the most amazing time of my life and a year of growth for me in every way (except physical - I lost 40 lbs). </p><p>I recently gave these <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">journals</span> to my niece Natalie to read while she is staying with me. </p><p>Here's where it <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">gets</span> weird:</p><p>Last week when I was going through some really hard times I had one prayer in my heart. As I was forced to wait through a very stressful situation I prayed that God would make me like <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Shadrach</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Meshach</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Abednego</span> as they were in the fiery furnace. It is all I prayed. It is all I <em>could </em>pray at that time.</p><p>A couple days ago Natalie came to me and said, I want to show you something you wrote in your journal, almost to this exact date, 17 years ago.</p><p>"November 15, 1993</p><p>How I've been feeling lately: God is <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">working</span> on me. He has given me a <u>very</u> strong desire to be righteous - holy, I want this more than anything.</p><p>He has also been teaching me about <u>Faith</u>. For some reason I really wanted to read Daniel. So I started this morning and am still reading. 2 passages have really stood out to me.</p><p>1) <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Hananiah</span>, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Azariah</span> and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">Mishiel</span> in the fiery furnace. Their faith in God astounds me! I mean the fact that they went to the furnace in the 1st place is amazing enough but it goes <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">beyond</span> that.</p><p>I can honestly say that I would die for the Lord if it came down to it. But, in my case, if I were on my way to the furnace, I would just be resigning myself to die. But for H, A, and M it was different, they had complete confidence that God would protect them. There was no doubt in their mind!...</p><p>If only I could have that kind of faith! To know God will succeed. If only I keep my eyes on Him and walk according to His will, I can accomplish everything!"</p><p>Well, my first thought when Natalie showed me this portion of my OWN 20 year old self's journal I was appalled that I appear to be in the same place I was in 17 years ago. But after a moment I realized it was not that at all.</p><p>It was <strong>the seed</strong> that God planted in 20year old <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11">Rebecca</span> 17 years ago in 1993 that took bloom in my life on a heartbreaking night in November 2010.</p><p><span style="font-size:85%;">*ps - my spelling has NOT improved in 17 years.</span></p>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15151939.post-67524336126973929562010-11-15T14:05:00.003+05:302010-11-15T15:06:26.512+05:30My Carrot DreamTwo nights ago I had some dreams. The first one I can't really remember but it took place on a boat and it was all about betrayal.<br /><br />After that dream I had another dream that is still vivid in my mind. For real (i.e. not in the dream) I have carrots growing in my garden. I'm not really sure when to pull them up, I'm such a black thumb... See picture below of real carrot garden.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugJQ5LqEdGoElrP3Ljluy80dkJMV10mIOG-rCwrLvLK0Vuhu7fLpK8uLCx6pNAbiRREx3FmQyuxaRi8LPE1zHZE83Ve1T5lWhFBbwakCOH-NBWPATC6zF0jb6jOm7f0vS1hM4/s1600/IMG_1167%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539694714713446418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhugJQ5LqEdGoElrP3Ljluy80dkJMV10mIOG-rCwrLvLK0Vuhu7fLpK8uLCx6pNAbiRREx3FmQyuxaRi8LPE1zHZE83Ve1T5lWhFBbwakCOH-NBWPATC6zF0jb6jOm7f0vS1hM4/s320/IMG_1167%255B1%255D" border="0" /></a> In my dream I went to the carrots in the garden and I dug one up out of the dirt. I grabbed it by the green top and pulled out one carrot. Attached to the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">bottom</span> of the one carrot were bunches of other carrots. They were deeper in the ground under the first, single carrot but I didn't have to dig to get them out. They were in an already dug out, perfectly round hole. I just lifted them out.<br /><br />Totally unrelated to the above post:<br />Below is a picture of my Banana Tree. It's huge and covered in cement from the construction on the house next door. Still has not given me any fruit, BUT there are now four smaller banana trees growing up from the ground around it.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEmRaHXMYooSGhGh5EmOReOTCmjQ6TbboWSlexn_7XnmWPfC38NbKANuifStp6eROz9XxtAwBLnNeeDfp3uWU2CyR2jLnH9WAqZDbSbdgnrLPq4yqB4aCJeqzse0qHMYgvRlu/s1600/IMG_1168[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539694702346515970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxEmRaHXMYooSGhGh5EmOReOTCmjQ6TbboWSlexn_7XnmWPfC38NbKANuifStp6eROz9XxtAwBLnNeeDfp3uWU2CyR2jLnH9WAqZDbSbdgnrLPq4yqB4aCJeqzse0qHMYgvRlu/s320/IMG_1168%255B1%255D" border="0" /></a> <div></div>Rebecca Ohttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04884273264219985841noreply@blogger.com3