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		<title>Comment on 1,000 Gifts by candace93</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 19:41:04 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>834. Sitting in porch rocking chairs with 5 little beauties, playing their instruments, as we sang &quot;You make beautiful things out of dust...&quot; over a street that needs to know the beauty of Jesus. And littlest beauty holds tight to my arm and hums like she&#039;s been singing this song for years. :)

835. Sitting behind an abandoned barn under cloudy skies with a Bible. Birds flying, landing to search for food, bumping into each other and squawking. Breeze blows the pages, and His Word comes so ALIVE, wrecking my heart again. Oh, His Kingdom is so beautiful!

836. The fellowship of His sufferings.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>834. Sitting in porch rocking chairs with 5 little beauties, playing their instruments, as we sang &#8220;You make beautiful things out of dust&#8230;&#8221; over a street that needs to know the beauty of Jesus. And littlest beauty holds tight to my arm and hums like she&#8217;s been singing this song for years. <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>835. Sitting behind an abandoned barn under cloudy skies with a Bible. Birds flying, landing to search for food, bumping into each other and squawking. Breeze blows the pages, and His Word comes so ALIVE, wrecking my heart again. Oh, His Kingdom is so beautiful!</p>
<p>836. The fellowship of His sufferings.</p>
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		<title>Comment on 1,000 Gifts by candace93</title>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 04 Mar 2012 03:45:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>824. The faint song of the frogs in February!

825. Heart shaped mud puddles that scream His love written all over the planet.

826. Watching the loev of Jesus transform and set free...giving wings for chains.

827. Beautiful girls, hungry for Him...keep coming back for more...

828. Celebrating sweet ones and their victories...such a big deal to God!

829. Beautiful songs from a beautiful heart, that tell a story of God&#039;s healing and grace.

830. Those moments when He opens your eyes to see beauty that only He normally sees...when He really lets you have His eyes for people in a moment and you are blown away.

831. Marshmallow-y popcorn balls

832. Mrs. Rollins kind, gentle, encouraging words.

833. Early mornings...in a cool living room with only the light of the almost-risen sun peering through blinds...and my first words, &quot;Good morning, Jesus&quot; awaken my heart to brand new mercies, fresh words of truth and songs from my Savior&#039;s hea</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>824. The faint song of the frogs in February!</p>
<p>825. Heart shaped mud puddles that scream His love written all over the planet.</p>
<p>826. Watching the loev of Jesus transform and set free&#8230;giving wings for chains.</p>
<p>827. Beautiful girls, hungry for Him&#8230;keep coming back for more&#8230;</p>
<p>828. Celebrating sweet ones and their victories&#8230;such a big deal to God!</p>
<p>829. Beautiful songs from a beautiful heart, that tell a story of God&#8217;s healing and grace.</p>
<p>830. Those moments when He opens your eyes to see beauty that only He normally sees&#8230;when He really lets you have His eyes for people in a moment and you are blown away.</p>
<p>831. Marshmallow-y popcorn balls</p>
<p>832. Mrs. Rollins kind, gentle, encouraging words.</p>
<p>833. Early mornings&#8230;in a cool living room with only the light of the almost-risen sun peering through blinds&#8230;and my first words, &#8220;Good morning, Jesus&#8221; awaken my heart to brand new mercies, fresh words of truth and songs from my Savior&#8217;s hea</p>
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		<title>Comment on 1,000 Gifts by candace93</title>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 11 Dec 2011 14:23:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>822. My sweet Momma interceding for me at the dinner table. I don&#039;t always realize what a mighty, prayer warrior she is! What a gift to me!

823. The first burst of cold splashing over my sleepy eyes in a liquid &quot;Good morning!&quot;</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>822. My sweet Momma interceding for me at the dinner table. I don&#8217;t always realize what a mighty, prayer warrior she is! What a gift to me!</p>
<p>823. The first burst of cold splashing over my sleepy eyes in a liquid &#8220;Good morning!&#8221;</p>
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		<title>Comment on 1,000 Gifts by candace93</title>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 04:00:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>821. Bright Lights...and we&#039;re all missing Leah, but Jesus shows up and stirs up spontaneous worship and beautiful, little Love Rain sits beside me and helps me lead and it is so beautiful! The freedom of worshipping Him un-rehearsed is so amazing!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>821. Bright Lights&#8230;and we&#8217;re all missing Leah, but Jesus shows up and stirs up spontaneous worship and beautiful, little Love Rain sits beside me and helps me lead and it is so beautiful! The freedom of worshipping Him un-rehearsed is so amazing!</p>
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		<title>Comment on 1,000 Gifts by candace93</title>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 02 Dec 2011 03:52:19 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>814. Walking the drive-through trail at Camp Bethel with Leah, enjoying the Christmas lights, the &quot;floating trees&quot; and posing for pictures in the gazebo and dining hall porch...coversations of beauty, freedom and a few almost-tears on frozen faces.

815. Leah modeling all of her cute new outfits at Rue 21 :)

816. Me...in a shopping cart with Leah pushing it...captured in a picture in Wal-Mart!! A day to be more childlike indeed ;)

817. Following Leah on a &quot;treasure hunt&quot; in Norton Wal-Mart where a stranger lady was blessed by the love of Jesus Leah shared. Wow...God! :)

818. Building a fire in our sweet, little cabin! Just us girls! And the cabin did not burn down! ;) And actually, I had nothing to do with it. Leah is the hero here :)

819. My precious local friends who worked so hard to help make the visit and retreat a beautiful victory! :)

820. A retreat night filled with beautiful girls and my dear sister from across the miles...snacks and lights, barefeet and paint, skits and giggles, Jesus worship and words of power, pizza &amp; spaghetti dinner, girls playing keyboards, the smell of rose oil, tissues, a floor made into altar, tears of pain merged into tears of freedom...the Body and the Blood...the basin and sweet feet washed by Jesus love...and some who said &quot;no&quot; had hearts washed still yet...and Jesus speaking straight to hearts...Truth...Identity...Healing...Beauty, bedrooms filled with yet more prayers of freedom, and prayer languages established, and everyone leaving forever changed...and more paintings filled with much more LIFE this time, and church van rocking from VICTORY bound girls jumping in...girls who will LAUGH in the faec of fear from this day forward! And the van drives away and we walk the lights...and their faces beam with light and our hearts burst with love...and we savor the moment and give thanks for tomorrow morning when we&#039;ll all be together one last time before the long ride to the airport...and it&#039;s true- the next morning, their faces shown even brighter! And two hop into the vehicle as little , darling stow-aways, and then lunch and the ride and the head cushion coming off the seat and they play with hair and ooooohhhh the beauty!!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>814. Walking the drive-through trail at Camp Bethel with Leah, enjoying the Christmas lights, the &#8220;floating trees&#8221; and posing for pictures in the gazebo and dining hall porch&#8230;coversations of beauty, freedom and a few almost-tears on frozen faces.</p>
<p>815. Leah modeling all of her cute new outfits at Rue 21 <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>816. Me&#8230;in a shopping cart with Leah pushing it&#8230;captured in a picture in Wal-Mart!! A day to be more childlike indeed <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>817. Following Leah on a &#8220;treasure hunt&#8221; in Norton Wal-Mart where a stranger lady was blessed by the love of Jesus Leah shared. Wow&#8230;God! <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>818. Building a fire in our sweet, little cabin! Just us girls! And the cabin did not burn down! <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' />  And actually, I had nothing to do with it. Leah is the hero here <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>819. My precious local friends who worked so hard to help make the visit and retreat a beautiful victory! <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>820. A retreat night filled with beautiful girls and my dear sister from across the miles&#8230;snacks and lights, barefeet and paint, skits and giggles, Jesus worship and words of power, pizza &#038; spaghetti dinner, girls playing keyboards, the smell of rose oil, tissues, a floor made into altar, tears of pain merged into tears of freedom&#8230;the Body and the Blood&#8230;the basin and sweet feet washed by Jesus love&#8230;and some who said &#8220;no&#8221; had hearts washed still yet&#8230;and Jesus speaking straight to hearts&#8230;Truth&#8230;Identity&#8230;Healing&#8230;Beauty, bedrooms filled with yet more prayers of freedom, and prayer languages established, and everyone leaving forever changed&#8230;and more paintings filled with much more LIFE this time, and church van rocking from VICTORY bound girls jumping in&#8230;girls who will LAUGH in the faec of fear from this day forward! And the van drives away and we walk the lights&#8230;and their faces beam with light and our hearts burst with love&#8230;and we savor the moment and give thanks for tomorrow morning when we&#8217;ll all be together one last time before the long ride to the airport&#8230;and it&#8217;s true- the next morning, their faces shown even brighter! And two hop into the vehicle as little , darling stow-aways, and then lunch and the ride and the head cushion coming off the seat and they play with hair and ooooohhhh the beauty!!</p>
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		<title>Comment on 1,000 Gifts by candace93</title>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 04:14:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>813. Watching &quot;Furious Love&quot; on an air mattress while my precious sister, Leah gives me the most amazing back massage!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>813. Watching &#8220;Furious Love&#8221; on an air mattress while my precious sister, Leah gives me the most amazing back massage!</p>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 02:20:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>812. A moment...worthy of capturing inside a snow globe to keep forever. Standing on the wood floors of a light wrapped cabin in the mountains holding a warm cup of apple cider comfort in my hands, Kaylee strumming Leah&#039;s guitar, Leah and Meggie eating leftover Thanksgiving turkey while lights twinkle through the windows....oh the BEAUTY of a God who drowns us in PRECIOUS MOMENTS!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>812. A moment&#8230;worthy of capturing inside a snow globe to keep forever. Standing on the wood floors of a light wrapped cabin in the mountains holding a warm cup of apple cider comfort in my hands, Kaylee strumming Leah&#8217;s guitar, Leah and Meggie eating leftover Thanksgiving turkey while lights twinkle through the windows&#8230;.oh the BEAUTY of a God who drowns us in PRECIOUS MOMENTS!</p>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:21:56 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>811. Leah, MY Leah, my precious little sister, Leah...coming to VA...HERE...in only a bit more than 2 weeks! A face I haven&#039;t seen in 1.5 years! A face I&#039;ve missed and prayed for lots! A sister I can&#039;t wait to embrace at the airport!! Thank You Jesus!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>811. Leah, MY Leah, my precious little sister, Leah&#8230;coming to VA&#8230;HERE&#8230;in only a bit more than 2 weeks! A face I haven&#8217;t seen in 1.5 years! A face I&#8217;ve missed and prayed for lots! A sister I can&#8217;t wait to embrace at the airport!! Thank You Jesus!</p>
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		<dc:creator>candace93</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:18:53 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>808. The exhilerating kiss of an autumn morning as I run out coatless to defrost the windshield :)

809. The kind of laughter that makes your cheeks tight and your belly ache...the good medicine. :)

810. Seeing the glory of God rest on the faces of little ones I love as He touches, heals and fills His lambs.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>808. The exhilerating kiss of an autumn morning as I run out coatless to defrost the windshield <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>809. The kind of laughter that makes your cheeks tight and your belly ache&#8230;the good medicine. <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>810. Seeing the glory of God rest on the faces of little ones I love as He touches, heals and fills His lambs.</p>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 00:16:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>804.  Sitting in the floor of an &quot;upper room&quot;, surrounded by sweet girls that I love, listening to testimonies about their big God, sprinkled with hair fixing, rock-paper-scissors and confetti cookie sandwiches ;)

805. My cute little Momma enjoying the peace of Jesus in a very real way. :)

806. Getting to pass under the chuppah (wedding canopy) with Jesus, my First Love.

807. Glare of street lights on glassy wet streets with rain pitter-patting on windshield as I wait in a driveway. Wait, wait, waiting... it&#039;s in patience that we possess our souls.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>804.  Sitting in the floor of an &#8220;upper room&#8221;, surrounded by sweet girls that I love, listening to testimonies about their big God, sprinkled with hair fixing, rock-paper-scissors and confetti cookie sandwiches <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_wink.gif' alt=';)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>805. My cute little Momma enjoying the peace of Jesus in a very real way. <img src='http://watchingforthemorning.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>806. Getting to pass under the chuppah (wedding canopy) with Jesus, my First Love.</p>
<p>807. Glare of street lights on glassy wet streets with rain pitter-patting on windshield as I wait in a driveway. Wait, wait, waiting&#8230; it&#8217;s in patience that we possess our souls.</p>
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