tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10056652056261021892024-03-13T10:39:30.081-07:00Our Little *SECRET*....Were we walk every step of *forever*
together.
To HIS Glory.åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.comBlogger133125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-55490161674704917902011-03-28T16:46:00.000-07:002011-03-28T17:43:20.228-07:00He's home!!Not my man, but hers, and we are SO SO happy for her!!! (heart-and-home.net) <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01dMec2a1EU/TZEp0Yx1kRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/2gSZ098KT0M/s1600/P3260531%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589294592524914962" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-01dMec2a1EU/TZEp0Yx1kRI/AAAAAAAAAt0/2gSZ098KT0M/s400/P3260531%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a> <br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCK4nW2KwlU/TZEp0NnHDgI/AAAAAAAAAts/glhFwJuehZQ/s1600/P3260529%255B1%255D.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589294589527133698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PCK4nW2KwlU/TZEp0NnHDgI/AAAAAAAAAts/glhFwJuehZQ/s400/P3260529%255B1%255D.JPG" /></a> <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589294585216985042" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-u5bVmPK7IXs/TZEpz9jfZ9I/AAAAAAAAAtk/9QxX-v95_Ak/s400/P3260527%255B1%255D.JPG" /> <br /><div>and happy we are too =) me and Ben....</div></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-39153955875877446552011-03-22T08:15:00.000-07:002011-03-22T08:28:00.132-07:00Mama!!<div align="center"> Her er traileren vaar,<br /></div><div align="center">Paa grensa til Kanada<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586925529654440642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-LaRgq_PVvp8/TYi_Kx2dMsI/AAAAAAAAAtU/WXfIPB9U0aI/s400/P3180486.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586925525501452018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qxa-lQ6Pulo/TYi_KiYTnvI/AAAAAAAAAtM/58XhFplsLKg/s400/P3180485.JPG" /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586925540391300146" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-E-QkWffo17I/TYi_LZ2UrDI/AAAAAAAAAtc/3t2eaSrvqfs/s400/P3210490.JPG" /> Og her er jeg, </div><div align="center">Klem fra aaslaug</div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-56785394271060279062010-12-20T15:51:00.000-08:002010-12-20T16:40:05.228-08:00Happily happily.... and almost Christmas!<div align="center">Very very random pictures from our firs 73 days of Happily Ever After. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">We are well, we've had some colds, flu and stomach bugs, but we're allright. And we're looking forward to celebrating Christmas on our little hill, </div><div align="center">in our cozy little perfect dream-house </div><div align="center">(that, for anyone wondering is staying TOASTY in the cold weather =)</div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_zTk0VwdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NL5WjdU32IE/s1600/PC190149.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552924383197381074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_zTk0VwdI/AAAAAAAAAsM/NL5WjdU32IE/s400/PC190149.JPG" /></a> We wear Reindeerboots (both of us) and they keep our feet warm, yes toasty..<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_zTobel2I/AAAAAAAAAsE/669qDG3Zcpw/s1600/PC190172.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552924384166844258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_zTobel2I/AAAAAAAAAsE/669qDG3Zcpw/s400/PC190172.JPG" /></a>This is our "Christmassy" little house last night<br /><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xNqvHTtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MCh9n1BxEIg/s1600/PC190147.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552922082683604690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xNqvHTtI/AAAAAAAAAr8/MCh9n1BxEIg/s400/PC190147.JPG" /></a>All four candles now lit in the Advent wreath<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xNY8EnnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/eoSjY_KhD3Y/s1600/PC010131.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552922077906116210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xNY8EnnI/AAAAAAAAAr0/eoSjY_KhD3Y/s400/PC010131.JPG" /></a>Just about the nicest bedroom ever<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xNK1JpOI/AAAAAAAAArs/DhZ3726auvM/s1600/PC010129.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552922074118989026" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xNK1JpOI/AAAAAAAAArs/DhZ3726auvM/s400/PC010129.JPG" /></a>Our bookshelf, which yes, fits all our books =)<br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xM4GcN7I/AAAAAAAAArk/FM0fqwIfKy8/s1600/PB300113.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552922069091235762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xM4GcN7I/AAAAAAAAArk/FM0fqwIfKy8/s400/PB300113.JPG" /></a>My little kitchen, with my great-grandmother's salt, rice and spice jars.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xMglQuRI/AAAAAAAAArc/anx3mcAIvss/s1600/PA300086.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552922062778054930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_xMglQuRI/AAAAAAAAArc/anx3mcAIvss/s400/PA300086.JPG" /></a> What we do... trucking<br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t7OWJLoI/AAAAAAAAArU/9aV3NV2WSlI/s1600/PA270051.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552918467290148482" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t7OWJLoI/AAAAAAAAArU/9aV3NV2WSlI/s400/PA270051.JPG" /></a>The one day I was a housewife =) well, I always am, </div><div>I'm just out "there" with my husband most of the time.<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t65gvbXI/AAAAAAAAArM/DrdA5hJ7A3g/s1600/PA240011.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552918461697453426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t65gvbXI/AAAAAAAAArM/DrdA5hJ7A3g/s400/PA240011.JPG" /></a>Our puppydog, Sadie<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552918456317188802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t6ld_GsI/AAAAAAAAArE/M9quqPMtgOE/s400/PA210002.JPG" />Second picture on my camera, which was a wedding gift from my friends in Norway. </div><div>Thankyou!<br /><div><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t6aqHzeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Fr_swcKYkxg/s1600/DSC_0604.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552918453415300578" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t6aqHzeI/AAAAAAAAAq8/Fr_swcKYkxg/s400/DSC_0604.jpg" /></a> Thanksgiving, Joseph joins in in the picture<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t6NIutII/AAAAAAAAAq0/MZ6psfIV5XU/s1600/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC_0564.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5552918449785582722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TQ_t6NIutII/AAAAAAAAAq0/MZ6psfIV5XU/s400/Copy%2B%25282%2529%2Bof%2BDSC_0564.jpg" /></a> What I travelled half across the world for, </div><div>and left all I knew and loved behind for:<br /><em>the best-budship and love and only-oneliness I share with my Ben.<br /></em><div>*</div><div>I am beyond happy. Ben is too.</div><div>Merry Christmas.</div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div></div><br /></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com36tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-43361913018865861582010-10-25T12:40:00.000-07:002010-10-25T12:59:36.507-07:00This blog has been on hold<div>due to a certain</div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs011.ash2/33937_1411696777179_1375304010_30934668_2038271_n.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 720px; height: 479px;" src="http://sphotos.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-ash2/hs011.ash2/33937_1411696777179_1375304010_30934668_2038271_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><i>above and beyond deliriously happy</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>married couple.</i>..</div><div style="text-align: center;">*</div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>after 17 days we're still married, still above and beyond happy,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>life could not be better,</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>and... I just wanted to let you all know:</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>I HAVE THE SWEETEST, MOST WONDERFUL HUSBAND IN THE WORLD!!!</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i>*</i></div><div style="text-align: center;"><i><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; ">åslaug abigail</span></i></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-6861178717120941632010-10-05T11:24:00.000-07:002010-10-30T17:25:49.539-07:00So, I left...<div align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524638894480644002" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TKt1zcHTV6I/AAAAAAAAAqk/4HyYIdKd4os/s400/P9250019.JPG" border="0" />.....Norway last Wednesday</div><div align="center">... and travelled all the way to America.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TKt1zisqXhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3PmwXaU9oTU/s1600/PA020218.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5524638896247954962" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 400px; height: 300px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TKt1zisqXhI/AAAAAAAAAqs/3PmwXaU9oTU/s400/PA020218.JPG" border="0" /></a> in three days (October 9) I'll be getting married </div><div align="center">to that handsome guy running up the hill towards me, </div><div align="center">in the very spot I'm standing </div><div align="center">(if the weather is nice that is)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Right now we (which is me, my wonderful Pigletish sister, ***** and *****) </div><div align="center">are sewing the wedding dress, </div><div align="center">Ben (and ***** and ******) </div><div align="center">are working on our perfect, cozy little *secret* (to me), now I know it's a house.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">Thank you all for praying me through this,</div><div align="center">it's been the hardest year in my (very short) life.</div><div align="center">I'm still getting over it,</div><div align="center">but I'm getting better every day.</div><div align="center">Thanks again.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">åslaug abigail</div><input id="gwProxy" type="hidden"><!--Session data--><input onclick="if(typeof(jsCall)=='function'){jsCall();}else{setTimeout('jsCall()',500);}" id="jsProxy" type="hidden"><div id="refHTML"></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com37tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-11517276324539011112010-09-24T06:21:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:14:11.382-07:00I did it =)<div align="center"><em>I packed three suitcases </em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>full of <strong>all my stuff</strong> </em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>(well, a tenth or so of my original pile of stuff, </em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>but my Piglet&I managed to shrink it!)</em></div><div align="center"><em>For the first time in 10 months "packing my suitcases" is not </em></div><div align="center"><em>on my to-do-list.</em></div><div align="center"><em>*</em><br /></div><div align="center"><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TJyoSFaUCLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/M6ILkyAwWSc/s1600/P9220412.JPG"><em><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5520472271893039282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TJyoSFaUCLI/AAAAAAAAAo4/M6ILkyAwWSc/s400/P9220412.JPG" border="0" /></em></a><em> *</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>And now I'm all done.</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>Leaving my parents' home Sunday night, </em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>staying with friends 8 hours away the last few days</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>before leaving,</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>STILL WAITING for a call, for the visa to get ready</em><br /></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>*</em><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>In less than two weeks (God willing) I'll say yes again, <span style="color:#cc33cc;">to <strong>my Ben,</strong></span></em><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>368 days after my first yes.</em><br /></span></div><div align="center"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><em>I can't wait to walk every step of the way with him,</em><br /></span></div><div align="center"><em><span style="color:#cc33cc;">share all joy, share all sorrow.</span></em><br /></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>*</em><br /></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><em>The Lord is so *so* good.</em><br /></span></span></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">I love Him so.</span></strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;">*</span></strong></em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>*</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>åslaug abigail</em></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-38199053060465150622010-09-09T05:31:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.871-07:00Of Cake and Lovebirds...<div align="center">Just a teeny weeny update here to tell you all that:</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="color:#cc33cc;"><strong>*</strong></span> </span>big fat letter arrived</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">*</span></strong> </span>all required documents are obtained</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;"><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">*</span> </strong></span>and sent.</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;color:#663366;">*</span>we're now waiting for an interview date,</div><div align="center">and I'm leaving by train on Monday to go to the capital. </div><div align="center"><span style="color:#6600cc;"><strong>When I come home, I'll be waving that visa in my hand</strong></span> </div><div align="center">for real.</div><div align="center">(though, I have no idea <span style="color:#cc33cc;">WHEN</span> I'll be back..)</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><strong><em>"<span style="font-size:180%;">My <span style="color:#6600cc;">heart rejoices</span></span> in the LORD; </em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><strong>in the LORD my horn</strong>[strength] <strong>is lifted high. </strong></em></div><div align="center"><em><strong>My mouth boasts over my enemies</strong>[not the Embassy]<strong>, </strong></em></div><div align="center"><strong><em>for <span style="color:#cc33cc;">I delight</span> in<span style="color:#330033;"> <span style="font-size:180%;">your</span></span> deliverance."</em></strong></div><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:78%;">1. Sam 2:1</span></em></div><div align="center">*<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514896294202628610" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIjY9d0Q2gI/AAAAAAAAAoI/1tPsVDVh0HM/s400/P1170084.JPG" border="0" /> Cutting the cake at our engagement party...</div><div align="center">I love this picture =)<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514896300812526066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIjY92cL4fI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/1sP11PHWpts/s400/P1170085.JPG" border="0" />The on-lookers... </div><div align="center">don't you just LOVE on-lookers??<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514896306630072978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIjY-MHMmpI/AAAAAAAAAoY/cYuWNvsE3qc/s400/P1170088.JPG" border="0" />Smiling at the camera<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514896316975936674" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIjY-yp19KI/AAAAAAAAAog/4t92rxCM6PA/s400/P1170090.JPG" border="0" />We sure CUT that cake, didn't we??<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514896328140817362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIjY_cPwg9I/AAAAAAAAAoo/sW33ZlkGyVA/s400/P1170091.JPG" border="0" /><br /></div><p align="center">*</p><p align="center">åslaug abigail</p>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-72133045305622049562010-09-08T06:45:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:01:11.917-07:00My brother...<div align="center">*<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeaJk56RQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/2G86eB8dkqU/s1600/PC240069.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514545758054532354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeaJk56RQI/AAAAAAAAAnI/2G86eB8dkqU/s400/PC240069.JPG" border="0" /></a> *<br /><div><div><div>..recently moved to Finland.</div><div>*</div><div>Before he moved there, we spent precious days together here. </div><div>We talked, he talked. </div><div>I made him breakfast, every morning, supper everynight. </div><div>He even had cookies and cake every night with his coffee after supper.</div><div>*</div><div>My brother, being the oldest, calls himself the First Child,<br />he insists ((lovingly)) that I (the oldest daughter) is "second-rate" =)</div><div>*</div><div>My brother, has a sweet side, which he's not able to hide, even when he tries to act snobbish...</div><div>*</div><div>He really likes my husband-to-be. </div><div>Which means a lot to me.</div><div>*</div><div>He sends me nice cards where he writes about how I (in the process of becoming a farmer's wife)chose the dung fork over a diamond ring, and a barn over a castle. </div><div>He consequently addresses me as "Mrs. my-new-last-name" in those cards</div><div>(which I love too).</div><div>*<br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514543114918524834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXvudLd6I/AAAAAAAAAnA/6Yd3GebXcag/s400/P5200548.JPG" border="0" /> *</div><div>My brother is that tall, serious looking, handsome guy on the couch there, in between my granny and my cousin.</div>*<br /><div>Sometimes he's not serious at all.</div><div>*</div><div>My brother and I were... um... like cats and dogs when we we're younger. </div><div>*</div><div>We would quarrel about who was to clean the bathroom (we both WANTED to), </div><div>we'd have competitions who could wrap a packed lunch the best</div><div>*</div><div>.... but we don't do those kind of things anymore.</div><div>*</div><div>He sent me flowers for my birthday... </div><div>*<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXvP7fGfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/I64o0G8MJlk/s1600/P5220554.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514543106724141554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXvP7fGfI/AAAAAAAAAm4/I64o0G8MJlk/s400/P5220554.JPG" border="0" /></a>*<br /><div><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXtvEgKzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/v80nc8w8T5c/s1600/P5220556.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514543080723721010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXtvEgKzI/AAAAAAAAAmw/v80nc8w8T5c/s400/P5220556.JPG" border="0" /></a>*<br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXtGK1DlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-mu296hz2Qo/s1600/P5220562.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5514543069744402002" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TIeXtGK1DlI/AAAAAAAAAmo/-mu296hz2Qo/s400/P5220562.JPG" border="0" /></a></div></div></div></div></div><br /><br /><br /></div><p align="center">*</p><p align="center">I love my brother.</p><p align="center">*</p><p align="center">åslaug abigail</p>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-28179744075550909652010-08-20T10:11:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.872-07:00Guess What!!!!??<div align="center"><em></em><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TG64ho0whuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dC4dP1sT9rk/s1600/DSC00787.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507542282354591458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TG64ho0whuI/AAAAAAAAAgw/dC4dP1sT9rk/s400/DSC00787.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#993399;">No, we didn't have a baby,</span></div><div align="center">(this is my adorable little cousin, about ten days old in this photo)</div><div align="center">*<br />*</div><div align="center"><span style="color:#993399;">Yes, WE GOT THE VISA!!!</span></div><div align="center">*<br />*<br />*</div><div align="center">DID ANYONE MISS THAT??</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">We Got The Visa!!!<br /></span><span style="font-size:100%;">*<br />*<br />*</span></em></strong></span></div><div align="center"><em>Not that this means the waiting is over. We still have to wait for it to be sent to the NVC</em></div><div align="center"><em>and for them to send it to the Embassy</em></div><div align="center"><em>and for the Embassy to send me a big heavy letter with information</em></div><div align="center"><em>I'll have to get appointments and tests done,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I have to contact the Embassy,</em></div><div align="center"><em>they have to schedule an interview,</em></div><div align="center"><em>I have to go to the interview,</em></div><div align="center"><em>and THEN, we're ALMOST THERE....</em></div><div align="center"><em>*</em></div><div align="center"><em>*</em></div><div align="center">But who cares about all that? I'm SO SO SO EXCITED at the thought of being there *soon*.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">The LORD is my strength and my shield; </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">my heart trusted in him, and I am helped: </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">therefore my heart greatly rejoiceth; </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">and with my song </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">will I </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;">praise </span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">him.</span></em></strong></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;color:#993399;">Psalm 28:7</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">*<br />*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">It came through on August 17, six months to the day from the application was accepted. However, I wasn't aware of it till last night...</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Wow, thank you all of you for your prayers, for your sweet, kind notes. I am so very thankful.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">I'll keep you updated, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">and Raquel, I WILL tell that story, soon, stay tuned =) =)</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">*<br />*</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">åslaug abigail</span></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com24tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-21667251352748424002010-07-07T14:13:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.872-07:00I Promised Not to Cry...<div align="center"><strong></strong>....and so I won't.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TDTu9Pq_rdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/mOShPRyw_iE/s1600/P6300016.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5491276581617774034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TDTu9Pq_rdI/AAAAAAAAAgo/mOShPRyw_iE/s400/P6300016.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">He left today, but he just called: and he is almost home now, and WELL, </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">and I am HAPPY, thankful beyond words that he is.</span></div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">As for God, <strong>his way is perfect</strong>: </span><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"><em>the word of the LORD is tried</em>: </span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">he is a <strong><em>buckler </em></strong>to all those that <strong><em>trust in him.</em></strong></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">Psalm 18:30</span></div></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-22531703198168811662010-06-28T06:41:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.873-07:00He's here...<div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCkhn3_q4RI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Sdv2VN-Rxo8/s1600/P6270063.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5487954589857276178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCkhn3_q4RI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/Sdv2VN-Rxo8/s400/P6270063.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><p align="center">...And the world is right again.</p><p align="center">*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*<br />*</p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center"></p><p align="center">pS! the visa didn't come yet</p>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-27107527129971939542010-06-23T00:22:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:02:09.701-07:00HAPPY BIRTHDAY PIGLIT!!<div align="center"><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG3P6ydexI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nFf2zvmprUs/s1600/She+is+SO+beautiful.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485867305220799250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG3P6ydexI/AAAAAAAAAeg/nFf2zvmprUs/s400/She+is+SO+beautiful.JPG" border="0" /></a><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Happy Birthday to you,<br />you live in a zoo,<br />you look like a monkey,<br />and you smell like one too!</span></em><br />*<br /><em>(sung with nothing but feelings of <strong>love</strong> and </em><em><strong>adoration<br /></strong>on the occasion of <strong>my most beloved Piggy-Piggy-Piglit's</strong> nineteenth birthday!!)<br /></em>* <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485867292199556802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG3PKR9FsI/AAAAAAAAAeQ/TrMoEjqXqhU/s400/22.Juli-2009+mors+kamera+185.JPG" border="0" />She is THE SWEETEST,<br />MOST WONDERFUL,<br />FANTASTIC<br />sister you could EVER dream of. <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485867299057179458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG3Pj08G0I/AAAAAAAAAeY/c5odqyy4CF0/s400/22.Juli-2009+mors+kamera+207.JPG" border="0" />*<br />I always said I wouldn't marry until I found the male version of her.<br />She's THAT wonderful =)<br />(and I did find a man that matched her wonderfulness and only-oneliness)<br />* <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485869142511546082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG463OtbuI/AAAAAAAAAeo/bmSR0LqloPA/s400/22.Juli-2009+mors+kamera+101.JPG" border="0" />She's always been my bestest friend, my favourite play mate,<br />she acts the big sister when I don't,<br />she's the baby sister I get to comfort.<br />*<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485869157543851058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG47vOsNDI/AAAAAAAAAe4/dfYP5ie7oik/s400/22.Juli-2009+mors+kamera+109.JPG" border="0" />I've been IN LOVE with her since the first time I saw her,<br />square-faced, pink n' pretty,<br />laying in that tiny hospital bed, with her little pink teddy bear beside her<br />(rightfully named "Rosa", meaning PINK),<br />I was two years old and touched her very carefully, just as instructed.<br />*<br />She was the CUTEST.<br />She IS the cutest.<br />*<br />I was a little mad, I'll admit, when I showed her my beautiful ballerina paper dolls I had cut out myself, and she grabbed them (like three year olds can) and banged them on the table, attempting to make them dance like I could.<br />But, hey, that's a long time ago now...<br />*<br />She tells me my house will be filled up with paper when I have little children,<br />because I can't bring myself to throw away the tiniest piece of paper that SHE has written on,<br />HER sweet little drawings of princesses or beagels with hats.<br />HER little yellow chickens.<br />*<br /><br /><br /><div align="center">She is so precious to me. So beautiful when she's asleep.<br />And she's growing into a hardworking,<br />diligent,<br />accomplished little homemaker,<br />and I can't wait to see who that lucky guy will be!!!<br />*<br />*<br />Happy birthday, Ingvild! I'm so glad God made you. </div><br /><div align="center"><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Aller Käraste Syster!!</span></em><br />* </div><br /><div align="center">* </div><br /><div align="center">åslaug abigail <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5485870485316019778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TCG6JBkPpkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/gxvKwZbYwEU/s400/22.Juli-2009+mors+kamera+105.JPG" border="0" /></div><br /></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-83884421733634123922010-06-10T13:42:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.874-07:00Ramblings of a Rainy Day<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TBI7IdzY8PI/AAAAAAAAAc8/w8VvaeDYZBU/s1600/P9290068.JPG"></a><em><span style="font-size:78%;">my most beloved sister and I</span></em></div><div align="center"><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TBI7HRWnwFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2kM2_IuIDmE/s1600/P9290064.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481508692566720594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/TBI7HRWnwFI/AAAAAAAAAcs/2kM2_IuIDmE/s400/P9290064.JPG" border="0" /></a> I DID go off on an <strong>unexpected</strong>,<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:78%;">short notice</span>,<br /><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">special</span></strong>, </div><div align="center"><em>wonderful</em>, </div><div align="center"><em><strong>much needed-holiday</strong></em>. </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">So I'm in the <em>south of Norway</em>,<br />visiting <strong>my sister</strong> at the boarding school I graduated from two years ago </div><div align="center">(she's graduating this summer). </div><div align="center">I left home two weeks ago, I'll be staying for one more.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">We're having <span style="font-size:180%;">lots of fun</span>. </div><div align="center">I get <em>plenty of rest</em>. </div><div align="center">We've had so much <span style="font-size:78%;">sunny weather</span>, </div><div align="center">today it's raining, but it is still <strong><em>beyond wonderful</em></strong> here.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><strong>No news of the visa</strong>, other than that we'll more than likely hear *something* </div><div align="center">(not a final decision, but some kind of progress) from the Visa-office in <em>60 days</em>.</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center"><em><strong><span style="font-size:180%;">Thank you everybody for your prayers</span>.</strong></em> </div><div align="center">It's very <em>overwhelming</em> that so many are praying =) </div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">I'll post an update as soon as I've got one =)<br />*</div><div align="center">(I'm off to making banana bread and eat it warm from the oven, while I snuggle up in warm blankets on my sister's bed, WITH my sister, to watch a movie. Perfect rainy day =)</div><div align="center">*<br /><em>åslaug abigail</em></div></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com19tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-27482096016972288232010-05-14T01:30:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:21:19.052-07:00Happiness<div align="center"><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-0NjZBR3TI/AAAAAAAAAck/ors4AudLC0c/s1600/P5130402.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5471044023987854642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-0NjZBR3TI/AAAAAAAAAck/ors4AudLC0c/s400/P5130402.JPG" border="0" /></a> Mm, so I never felt this good before. <div align="center">And the strange thing about that? There's no visa in sight...</div><div align="center">*</div><div align="center">It could be that I went copletely OFF refined sugar, and majorly reduced my gluten intake...</div><div align="center">It could be the spring, with it's bright, sunny, beautiful mornings...</div><div align="center">It could be the sweet blessing of just *being* at home, with my family, resting my knee...</div><div align="center">It could be that I am <em><span style="font-size:130%;">blessed beyond measure</span></em> (and I mean that with all my heart)</div><div align="center">*<br />I LOVE waking up to a wall of clouds with several holes where the golden sunshine tumbles out in it's bright, beautiful glory</div><br /><div align="center">I LOVE apples with peanut butter and cheese</div><br /><div align="center">I LOVE hugging. My mama, my dad, hearing someone say: do you want a hug?</div><br /><div align="center">I LOVE getting dressed up and looking pretty *just* for my family, even if nobody else will see me all day (you know, you'd do that for people you work with)</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I LOVE being off sugar, and almost off gluten</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I LOVE feeling WONDERFUL, physically, emotionally, spiritually</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I LOVE the <a href="http://detlillehusetpaabryne.blogspot.com/2010/01/couple-of-feet-off-ground-in-school.html">this beautiful ring </a>on my right ring finger.</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center">I LOVE writing notes and letters to my best friend<br />*<br />*<br />What do you LOVE??</div><div align="center">*<br />*</div><div align="center">Oh, and the "cow" in the labels is <a href="http://detlillehusetpaabryne.blogspot.com/2009/11/news-from-sleeping-beauty.html">my Mindy</a>, because I LOVED milking her. </div></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com18tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-38415225608950332212010-05-10T08:53:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.875-07:00Five Reasons to ***LOVE*** spring..<div align="center"> You wake up, and feel well.<br />The sun is shining, and you do your best (not very hard today) to shine too...<br />*<br />And then you go about your day,<br />writing letters that are so long<br />(and because of it, so heavy)that they cost twice as much to send out,<br />and you eat your mama's homemade yellow pea soup,<br />and you realise that even if you don't love peas,<br />you LOVE this soup (licking the bowl just to make a point)<br />and you certainly love your mama.<br />*<br />And then you play the piano and sing.<br />And you sing more, just because the echo in the tiled bathroom is so pretty to listen to,<br />*<br />and you come up with five reasons to love spring,<br />and you love spring just because it's spring,<br />but especially because of:</div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469673132372780770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-guu_yT5uI/AAAAAAAAAcM/AMXfffyqKfU/s400/P5100395.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Short sleeves<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_h0KAd4Vba1s/S-gmX3BUiYI/AAAAAAAACnM/Bzdup2jW5ak/s1600/P4270309.JPG"></a> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469673106820649122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-gutgmNUKI/AAAAAAAAAb8/6dL-nlziYuk/s400/P4270309.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Bare feet<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_h0KAd4Vba1s/S-gmXVCRXRI/AAAAAAAACnE/wly53jd99Ww/s1600/P5100397+(2).JPG"></a> </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469673140118160690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-guvco9BTI/AAAAAAAAAcU/tJtSP6tdQRM/s400/P5100397+(2).JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">Wild flowers </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469673141830983506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-guvjBUn1I/AAAAAAAAAcc/vHUX0ngAwG0/s400/P5100396.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">And the fact that THIS is the garden, and it's GREEN! </p><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469673120254817810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 225px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-guuSpKdhI/AAAAAAAAAcE/MqRmpaANXhs/s400/P5090395.JPG" border="0" /> <p align="center">And your friend came over yesterday, and you made cards and sent letters and had fun =)<br />*<br />*<br />*</p><p align="center">åSlAuG aBiGaIl</p>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-3002609737110083902010-05-10T02:27:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:02:42.114-07:00My Dad is too =) =) =)<div align="center">On Wednesday, my knee was hurt </div><div align="center">(out of the blue, without any warning), </div><div align="center">my dad drove me to the doctor, and later when he was in the pharmacy getting my medication, he bought me pink Hello Kitty band aids =)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-fSjpOeDqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/O_eX1101D5A/s1600/P5100397.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469571782268554914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-fSjpOeDqI/AAAAAAAAAb0/O_eX1101D5A/s400/P5100397.JPG" border="0" /></a></div><div align="center">He put one on my knee, </div><div align="center">*blowed on it* </div><div align="center">and said it would be okay now that he had "bandaged" it... </div><div align="center">And it's getting better every day. </div><div align="center">I'm not sure if that's the sign of a *bandaged-knee-healing*, </div><div align="center">or if it's simply a *bandaged-heart-issue*. </div><div align="center">But I am loved, and feeling well. </div><div align="center">And HE is </div><div align="center">SWEET =) =) =)</div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-61565424653002291222010-05-09T13:18:00.001-07:002010-09-24T15:03:00.251-07:00My Mom is the Sweetest!!<div align="center">Look what she got us!<br /></div><p align="center"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469367530595327074" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-cYyocwnGI/AAAAAAAAAbc/NOsoYYX-Gqs/s400/P5090387.JPG" border="0" />Lovely Salvation Army Find =)</p><p align="center">They've been sitting with baking soda water all night to get the smell out, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469367551378610594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-cYz134WaI/AAAAAAAAAbk/-3k0XkygeKY/s400/P5090391.JPG" border="0" />And I made sure to disinfect them in Vinegar and water<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_h0KAd4Vba1s/S-cIyRzQBFI/AAAAAAAACmk/r_KWUJ3eyxA/s1600/P5090392.JPG"></a> </p><p align="center">And I scrubbed them with half a lemon sprinkled with baking soda<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-cY08PfCLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/prCnPm8uTHI/s1600/P5090392.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5469367570268096690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S-cY08PfCLI/AAAAAAAAAbs/prCnPm8uTHI/s400/P5090392.JPG" border="0" /></a>And now they're nice and clean and good smelling, </p><p align="center">ready to jump into my suitcase at the first chance they get. </p><p align="center">Don't they look so cute?? </p><p align="center">The two big ones say: "sukker" (sugar) and "salt" </p><p align="center">And the little one says: "Kanel" (cinnamon) </p><p align="center">* </p><p align="center">* </p><p align="center">* </p><p align="center">Thanks for every prayer, </p><p align="center">every sweet comment!!</p><p align="center">*</p><p align="center">åslaug abigail</p>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-79287286493646964952010-04-16T10:00:00.000-07:002010-09-24T15:16:24.875-07:00Just posting,<div align="center">to prove that I'm still alive, and doing WELL:<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S8iadtWdrVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CxFWn0t6FJY/s1600/P1011235.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460784383367425362" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S8iadtWdrVI/AAAAAAAAAbU/CxFWn0t6FJY/s400/P1011235.JPG" border="0" /></a>.<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S8iaUNz3VYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/tMoiy8hG8vE/s1600/DSCF2999.JPG"></a><div>that my days are spent working at church,</div>.<br /><div>sitting outside on the balcony with my head on my mom's shoulder, half asleep most of the time, and when not, we talk. And compare our hands </div><div>(she tells me hers are so old now), </div><div>but they look much the same, with almost the same ring </div><div>(inscriptions on the inside and minor details the difference)</div><div>.<br />We have dinner together, sometimes with my dad, sometimes just the two of us.....</div><div>.<br />Today I came home with my arms full of flowers, </div><div>lots and lots of wonderful smelling red roses,</div><div>white lillies,</div><div>MORE white, pretty flowers which I don't know the name of..</div><div>.</div><div>And being driven home from work </div><div>by this old, caring man that I work with, </div><div>away from church, </div><div>with all I could see and smell was the flowers in my arms, I think I realised </div><div>I am getting married (so now, these last 88 days, I'll know for sure)</div><div>.</div><div>And the weather has been so pretty, so beautiful. </div><div>Just sunny, with a clear blue sky and warm enough not to wear a jacket. </div>.<br /><div>I wish there were words to describe, let you know, </div><div>just HOW wonderfully perfect my life is right now. </div><div>.</div><div>I suppose you won't get it if I just let out a big sigh of contentment...? No? </div>.<br /><div>Well, anyways,</div>.<br /><div>*BIG sigh of contentment*</div>.<br />.<br /><div>åslaug abigail</div><br /></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-1924253926306474002010-03-09T14:03:00.000-08:002010-04-16T12:08:07.162-07:00SO... How may I show thankfulness??<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S5bKamwbmAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kkECgnjAtq4/s1600-h/P3030197.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446763357780285442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S5bKamwbmAI/AAAAAAAAAbE/kkECgnjAtq4/s400/P3030197.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div>Trying to come up with a list here,</div><br /><div>and tomorrow I'll live my list =)</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div align="center">*Thanking God each morning for another day of this <em>wonderful</em> life...</div><br /><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>*Saying "thank you" to my mama for making me breakfast each and every morning, even <em>going out of her way</em> to make the food I like best!</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>.</strong></div><br /><div align="center">*Smiling and <em>being happy</em> eating supper</div><br /><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>*Thanking my family for the little ways they serve me </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>(especially now when I need it so much because of my hands) </strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong><em>as often and as lovingly</em> as I would a stranger</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>.</strong></div><br /><div align="center">*Say <em>out loud</em> what I'm thankful for whenever I'm not around people</div><br /><div align="center">.</div><br /><div align="center"><strong>*Mentally thank God for <em>every person</em> I meet with during the day</strong></div><br /><div align="center"><strong>.</strong></div><br /><div align="center">*Making up a song about all my blessings, and <em>sing</em> it, adding new blessings along the way =)</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>I like my list, I'll practice it tomorrow!!</div><br /><div>Can't wait =) =)</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>.</div><br /><div>åslaug abigail</div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-66174223357281331442010-03-09T01:40:00.000-08:002010-04-16T12:07:52.272-07:00Good Morning =)<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S5Yg6iTv9yI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_gUlBV3DQ6Y/s1600-h/P1170017.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5446576989365335842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S5Yg6iTv9yI/AAAAAAAAAa8/_gUlBV3DQ6Y/s400/P1170017.JPG" border="0" /></a> .<br /><div align="center"><em>Hello there everyone,</em></div>.<br /><div align="center">I'm just popping in here to prove that I am still alive and kicking =)</div><div align="center">I <strong><em>will </em></strong>be posting in not too long, sharing with you GOOD news,</div><div align="center">in the meantime this is the update:</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">I've been blessed with tendonitis lately,<br />which (though not allowing me to type much/write letters/do housework/go to work etc.)</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>gives me</strong> the opportunity to:<br />.<br /><em><span style="font-size:180%;">*stay home</span></em> (and I LOVE LOVE LOVE it!!)</div><div align="center">.<br /><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>*read</strong></span> the mountain high stacks of books I've longed to be able to read for so long, </div><div align="center">but not have had/felt free to take the time to read </div><div align="center">(I'm an extremely slow reader)</div>.<br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">*learn to trust the LORD</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">.</span></div><br /><div align="center">Last night I read about an inspiring text about </div><div align="center"><em>being joyful/</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>have a merry heart/</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>smiling/</em><br /></div><div align="center"><em>being cheerful.</em><br /></div><div align="center">And I made up my mind to find three habits to work towards </div><div align="center">(three being such a nice number and all)</div><div align="center">I found these:</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>*Smiling BEFORE I open my eyes in the morning, </strong></div><div align="center">this way, whatever might meet me when I open them, I'll already be smiling, and I'll just have to maintain my expression instead of creating it =) </div><div align="center">if you smile first, your emotions tend to follow </div><div align="center">and a smile is just as contagious as a grumpy expression </div><div align="center">(not to mention, a way more pleasant way to start the day).</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>*Smiling to my family when I see them,</strong></div><div align="center">a very dear friend of mine recently brought to my attention the brilliant smile on my face when I talked to a sales clerk, asking for directions to another store. </div><div align="center">I have realised lately that this smile seems to be reserved only for sales clerks, colleagues and strangers. When I say hi to one of my family members entering the room I'm in, my face has the gravest expression and I mutter a short hi, </div><div align="center">erm, not a greeting fit for my nearest-and-dearest...</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>*Singing a joyful-thankful-praise-song while doing the tasks I don't like,</strong></div><div align="center">Being joyful is a matter of choice, </div><div align="center">I am sure I will not feel very joyful when at my next unpleasant task, </div><div align="center">I am forced (by my own resolve) to sing a song of praise </div><div align="center">instead of wearing a comfy sour expression. </div><div align="center">The other thing I'm sure of is that I <em>will </em>cheer up from singing that song, </div><div align="center">and that I <em>will </em>feel </div><div align="center">more thankful </div><div align="center">and joyful </div><div align="center">when I start on the third verse... =) </div><div align="center"><strong>.</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>.</strong></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">If you happen to be one of those who plan to comment, </div><div align="center">may I ask if you will share any joyful-habits you might have??</div>.<br /><div align="center">(if you don't have any you could make one today, couldn't you?)</div>.<br /><div align="center">To the rest of you,</div><div align="center">thanks for reading =)</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><strong>Love,</strong></div><div align="center"><strong>.</strong></div><div align="center"><em>åslaug abigail</em></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-61169234110970116032010-01-23T04:29:00.000-08:002010-09-24T15:21:19.053-07:00A couple of feet off the ground, in a school playground at 6.30 in the morning...<div align="center">In THIS climbing pyramide,<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429922607448138834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 390px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 237px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r1167PJFI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/bQWD9MmCwOI/s400/klatrepyamiden_10806e.jpg" border="0" />THIS wonderful man asked me to marry him, <img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451442125548616770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_h0KAd4Vba1s/S6dpuu7s_EI/AAAAAAAABoM/TgJCFd0L2sg/s400/P1010025.JPG" border="0" />and I said yes.<img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429922632237444738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r13XRd7oI/AAAAAAAAAac/_XQhB__qgXM/s400/P1170087.JPG" border="0" />And he held my hand for the first time,<br /><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r2q2sCMCI/AAAAAAAAAak/CFSrd1ls5xw/s1600-h/Looking+at+you.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429923516843700258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r2q2sCMCI/AAAAAAAAAak/CFSrd1ls5xw/s400/Looking+at+you.jpg" border="0" /></a>and slipped a golden wedding band onto my right ring finger, <a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r12JS5zkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RlRZZveu334/s1600-h/P1170084.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429922611305500226" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r12JS5zkI/AAAAAAAAAaE/RlRZZveu334/s400/P1170084.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><div><div><div><br /><br /> </div><div>It's been there ever since...<br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429923522273250050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/S1r2rK6iiwI/AAAAAAAAAas/bjFAxlGIbQQ/s400/P1230326.JPG" border="0" /></div><div>.<br />There's of course more to the story than this, but you'll get the rest later...<br />. </div><div>.</div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;">Blessed</span> be the <span style="font-size:180%;">LORD God,</span></em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em>the God of Israel,</em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em>who <span style="font-size:180%;">only</span> doeth</em></strong><br /></div><div><strong><em><span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;">wondrous</span></em></strong><br /></div><div><span style="font-size:180%;"><strong><em><span style="color:#993399;">things.</span></em></strong></span><span style="font-size:180%;"></div></span><div><em>.</em><br /></div><div><em>Psalm 72:18</em><br />.</div><div>.</div><div><em>åslaug abigail</em></div><div><em>.</em></div><div><em>.</em></div><div><em>.</em><br /></div><div><em><span style="font-size:78%;">PS. This was written Saturday, January 23 - 2010</span></em></div></div></div></div><br /></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com29tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-56308011925894427042009-12-23T09:37:00.000-08:002010-09-24T15:21:19.053-07:00<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SzJZ6Rj9ppI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Au7GkIWuxj0/s1600-h/merry_christmas_1024.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418492159361656466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SzJZ6Rj9ppI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/Au7GkIWuxj0/s400/merry_christmas_1024.jpg" /></a><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">...M</span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">........E</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">..............R</span><br /><span style="font-size:180%;">....................R</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">...........................Y </span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">.................C</span><br /></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">.....................H</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><span style="font-size:180%;">..............</span></span>R</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">................................I</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">....................................S</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">......................................T</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">.........................................M</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">..............................................A</span></div><div align="left"><span style="font-size:180%;">..................................................S </span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;">TO ONE AND ALL!!</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:180%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">Have fun, enjoy life, family, music, candles, Christmas lights, good food, fellowship, prayer, love, stories read aloud, chocolate, kisses, hugs, news, and whatever makes your Christmas special...</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;">åslaug abigail</span></div><br /><div align="center"><span style="font-size:85%;"></span></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-71281835402525302832009-12-17T11:59:00.000-08:002010-09-24T15:21:19.054-07:00Knitting and Praying...<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SyqO_vfqD9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/fc9TZfA0444/s1600-h/PC050547.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416298727598591954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SyqO_vfqD9I/AAAAAAAAAZs/fc9TZfA0444/s400/PC050547.JPG" /></a><br /><div>Tomorrow, I'll be spending my day on a train. </div><div>All day. </div><div>Or, you know, </div><div>seven hours. </div><div>It's a long time. </div><div>On a train. </div><div>.</div><div>But I'll be knitting.<br />And praying. </div><div>My favourite activities (among others). </div><div>.</div><div>I'll be praying for <strong>a bride</strong> to be (getting married while I'm on the train). </div><div>I'll be praying for <strong>a school girl</strong> with tears on her face. </div><div>I'll be praying for a <strong>fairy grandmother</strong> and all her little <strong>treasures</strong> (and the big ones) </div><div>I'll be praying for <strong>sisters</strong> and for <strong>brothers</strong>. </div><div>And <strong>a girl</strong> my own age, in prison in Pakistan.</div><div>I'll be praying for things<strong> to come</strong>, things that <strong>have been</strong>, things that <strong>are.</strong></div><div>.</div><div><strong>Knitting and praying.</strong> </div><br /><div><em>Seven hours seems a little too short, doesn't it?</em></div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-57455884798672004762009-12-17T11:45:00.000-08:002010-09-24T15:21:19.054-07:00LOVE is...<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SyqNS1rKWQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aCbmFljzffE/s1600-h/PC040452.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416296856651716866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SyqNS1rKWQI/AAAAAAAAAZc/aCbmFljzffE/s400/PC040452.JPG" /></a><br /><div>LOVE is... Picking up the hall.<br />LOVE is... Wiping off the bathroom counter.<br />LOVE is... Cleaning the kitchen.<br />LOVE is... long phone calls.<br />LOVE is... keeping your mouth shut when you're mad and about to say something regretable.<br />LOVE is... Helping with a smile, even when you'd rather be lazy.<br />LOVE is... Smiling to a person you don't know.<br />LOVE is... buying them hot chocolate.<br />LOVE is... The High King of Heaven born as a baby on Christmas Eve.<br />LOVE is... His pierced wrists and feet.<br />LOVE is... Snuggling up close to Him.<br />LOVE is... Praying<br />LOVE is... very very much.<br /><br />Where do you see LOVE?<br />What do you do out of LOVE?<br />What is LOVE, to you?</div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1005665205626102189.post-31685823838571823702009-12-17T10:52:00.001-08:002010-09-24T15:21:19.055-07:00When Christmas HURTS.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SyqNgcvtcCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/jNTb0eHRTmw/s1600-h/PC050468.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416297090478075938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/__Y8vfS9fDvU/SyqNgcvtcCI/AAAAAAAAAZk/jNTb0eHRTmw/s400/PC050468.JPG" /></a><br /><div align="center"><em>What is True,</em></div><div align="center"><em>yet so hard to remember,</em></div><div align="center"><em>just because it isn't really what happens to me?</em></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">When Christmas HURTS.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><em>A lot of people</em> are HURTING at the thought of Christmas. </div><div align="center"><em>A lot of people</em> have lost someone they love, </div><div align="center">and thinking of Christmas without them HURTS.</div><div align="center">Christmas is a lot about family, </div><div align="center">and some families HURT. </div><div align="center">People who are HURTING </div><div align="center">HURT others. </div><div align="center">And When there is a lot of HURT in your family. </div><div align="center">Christmas HURTS a lot. </div><div align="center">Maybe you have no family. </div><div align="center">Being alone could HURT too. </div><div align="center"><em>A lot of people</em>, </div><div align="center">might have been you one year in the past, </div><div align="center">it might be you some year in the future. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><em>A lot of people,</em> </div><div align="center">may be that lady in the store that looked grieved, </div><div align="center">or who acted like she was in a bad mood. </div><div align="center">It may be a child walking home from school, </div><div align="center">with that sad look on her face. </div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center"><em>So why should we remember? </em></div><div align="center"><em>There's nothing we can do, is there?</em></div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">Well, we <em>can</em> PRAY. </div><div align="center">We can SMILE FRIENDLY to the grumpy lady in the store. </div><div align="center">We can HUG hurting/sad/even happy people we know. </div><div align="center">We can TELL THEM WE LOVE THEM, </div><div align="center">and we can be THANKFUL that Christmas doesn't HURT to us.</div><div align="center">. </div><div align="center">We can LOOK UP from our own little world and see the HURT in the eyes of others </div><div align="center">(though you've got to look them in the eye to see it) </div><div align="center">and LOVE them. </div><div align="center">Welcome them, </div><div align="center">care for them.</div><div align="center">.</div><div align="center">And maybe Christmas won't hurt quite as much this year.</div>åslaug abigailhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14466818851451521373noreply@blogger.com2