<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968</id><updated>2012-01-31T14:44:18.545-06:00</updated><category term='w'/><title type='text'>tha birdwell beat</title><subtitle type='html'>"Taste and see that the LORD is good;
blessed is the one who takes refuge in him." Psalm 34:8</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>161</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-8619678556854670268</id><published>2011-12-31T22:39:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-20T06:38:24.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Decemeber Quotes</title><content type='html'>I am so glad I started doing this because looking back, these crack me up.  Her language and focus of her days change from month to month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela Quotes from December 2011:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I just..."&lt;br /&gt;- "I need ____ because ____"&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm just kidding"&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm obeying"&lt;br /&gt;- "You like this song?"&lt;br /&gt;- "My Mommy" (when we are reading a book or sitting in her bed she just gives me a hug and says these sweet words.)&lt;br /&gt;- When I turn the music down in the car she says, "Yeah, that's too loud"&lt;br /&gt;- "Baby wants..." (this can be bananas, strawberries, etc.  really it's what she is wanting to snack on)&lt;br /&gt;- She loves anything princess.&lt;br /&gt;- Sings "How He Loves Us", "A Whole New World", "Beauty and the Beast", and anything Lion King&lt;br /&gt;- Hugs Daddy and Mommy and kisses our cheeks all by herself.&lt;br /&gt;- After we put her to bed she "reads" a few books by herself before she goes to bed.&lt;br /&gt;- "No watching tv" (we have currently cut out tv)&lt;br /&gt;- "Can I wear this Princess dress" (every morning and evening)&lt;br /&gt;- "I'm going to do my dance show" (She then proceeds to twirl around on her toes and kick her leg out.  It's the cutest thing ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am literally laughing at her funny habits and personality daily.  Never a dull moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her teacher told me the other day that she is so "motherly" with the other children.  It's sweet to know she loves helping others and gets them hugs when she thinks they need one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-8619678556854670268?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8619678556854670268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=8619678556854670268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8619678556854670268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8619678556854670268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/12/decemeber-quotes.html' title='Decemeber Quotes'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5836328342872820118</id><published>2011-12-31T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T23:49:01.955-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Books 2011</title><content type='html'>So my goal every year since I have had a child is to read 12 books per year (1 per month). I know there are some great over achievers out there but with being a wife, a mom, working full time, and meeting with some fabulous ladies this is my goal.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say I did not meet my goal (1 books shy), but I have learned so much from the books I read this year. I have been challenged, encouraged, and entertained by my choice of books for 2011.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Shepherding a Child's Heart" by Tedd Tripp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a fabulous parenting book!  This book reminded me parenting is not about getting my child to "act" a certain way but to shepherd her heart and guide her to understand who God. (man which can be a struggle for me at times when my heart is impatient with whining) God has entrusted us with our children to point them to who He is.  We are shaping their world view and their understanding of this world and our purpose.  There are a few practical parenting tips toward the end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Parenting with Love and Logic" by Cline and Fay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loved this book!  This gives great practical advice.  This book instructs about teaching your children to problem solve and learn from making their own choices whether the consequences be negative or positive.  There were a few extreme examples, but I do not have a child that age and have not had to cross that bridge yet.  It's worked great in our home because Neela loves being able to have the independence of making her own choices and not me always telling her what to do, what to wear, etc. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Humility True Greatness"- by C. J. Mahaney&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as the title states, true greatness.  This book redefines how our culture defines greatness.  Man, there is so much pride in my heart in different areas of my life and this book reminded me true greatness as biblically defined: Serving others for the glory of God.  I loved the practical advice of at night reflecting back over the day and seeing how God moved, provided, revealed His presence or in the morning waking up and dwelling on who He is.  What are his attributes?  Study his attributes one by one. The list goes on.  Great book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Becoming a Woman of Influence"- by Carol Kent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the 3rd time I read this book and my heart is challenged every time.  Basically using every moment, situation, and relationship and an opportunity to glorify the Lord.  Everything about my day or situation has to be perfect for God to move in my life.  To wrap my in his loving arms.  To remind me He delights in me.  Simple truths that can make a big difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Sacred Influence" by Gary Thomas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is written by a man to woman about what a man needs from his wife.  I love the phrase "be worthy of me".  As I sink my roots deep in my intimacy with God I recognize I am not perfect but will continue to grow more like Christ.  This book just address areas of my life that are weak and pour truth in my heart instead of lies and gave me practical ways to do this in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Captivating"- by John and Stasi Eldredge&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2nd time to read this book but this time I read this book with a girl, one on one.  The first time I read it my heart was just not in a place to take in the truths I did the second time.  As women our struggles are real and at times we try to push them aside as if they are not real or don't count but they are and do.  God delights in us. We are precious in his sight.  I am thankful to be a daughter of the King our Warrior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "A Thousand Splendid Suns"- by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laughed and Cried often through this fiction book.  I learn a lot about this culture and gained a deeper view of their history.  Had to take breaks to gather myself at times, but such a good book!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "Momentary Marriage" by John Piper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, best biblical marriage book I have ever read.  You want to know what scripture says about what marriage is, roles, divorce, etc?  This is an excellent book! Man, I know I will be referring back to this book in years to come.  It's short but such a thick read.  It's not a sit for 5 minutes reading.  You need time for these truths to sink in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Vintage Church" by Mark Driscoll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to read a book about different roles of the church and functions.  I have to admit, it took me a while to get into this book but it's great information and backs up it's views from scripture. I learned a lot and Tim and I had great discussion regarding a few of the topics discussed in the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"Cross Gardner" by Jason Wright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend from work recommended this book.  What a great fiction.  Once again, many laughs and tears. I was able to relate to the characters because of the stage of life they were in.  Really put things into perspective for me regarding not taking moments in our life for granted. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;- "Crazy Love" by Francis Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book opened my heart and eyes to how big, beautiful and amazing our God is and how much he loves us.  How often we seek creation to fulfill our needs but we need to seek our God and sit in His presence.  My security in life is not in my home, income, or family but in the saving grace of my loving God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go!  Just an overview of my book list for 2011.  There were many more books on the list, but unfortunately were not read!  Guess they will roll over to 2012~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a book you would like to recommend, let me know!  I would love that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5836328342872820118?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5836328342872820118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5836328342872820118' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5836328342872820118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5836328342872820118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/12/books.html' title='Books 2011'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3113940903055963252</id><published>2011-12-31T01:24:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-11T11:38:31.852-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2011 Christmas</title><content type='html'>Just like years past, Christmas flew by this year. This year was so relaxing and I am so grateful for this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were even given, by sweet amazing friends, tickets to the Dallas Cowboys game on Christmas Eve.  Tim's Dad, the Dennis', and Tim and I all enjoyed this gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are just a few pictures from my phone we took over Christmas.  I lost our camera this month so we had no official camera pictures for Christmas but at least I had my iphone! ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC8tlduFg4s/Tw3HmxrNokI/AAAAAAAABDE/S9D4j5MU6M4/s1600/photo%25286%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC8tlduFg4s/Tw3HmxrNokI/AAAAAAAABDE/S9D4j5MU6M4/s320/photo%25286%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696428572677087810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was our family Christmas before we went to Arlington to spend Christmas with the Birdwell Clan!&lt;br /&gt;Neela insist every morning to wear a dress.  Just to explain why she is wearing a sleeveless dress in the middle of winter. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qFQiPjFQ9s/Tw3IDg--7gI/AAAAAAAABDQ/f3eODSIKwlY/s1600/photo.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9qFQiPjFQ9s/Tw3IDg--7gI/AAAAAAAABDQ/f3eODSIKwlY/s320/photo.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696429066412813826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela holding Caelyn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAKGngjTfAI/Tw3IVPyRXmI/AAAAAAAABDc/r0DNzQ8fOqQ/s1600/photo%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PAKGngjTfAI/Tw3IVPyRXmI/AAAAAAAABDc/r0DNzQ8fOqQ/s320/photo%25282%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696429371033738850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cousins in front of the tree at Pawpaw and Mimi's home!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQwbHr2L-iw/Tw3IjNjd6qI/AAAAAAAABDo/vZ0vamk7BZY/s1600/photo%25283%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 239px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aQwbHr2L-iw/Tw3IjNjd6qI/AAAAAAAABDo/vZ0vamk7BZY/s320/photo%25283%2529.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5696429610952944290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sweet baby girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did not get a family picture this year!  I know, such a surprise!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3113940903055963252?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3113940903055963252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3113940903055963252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3113940903055963252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3113940903055963252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-christmas.html' title='2011 Christmas'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yC8tlduFg4s/Tw3HmxrNokI/AAAAAAAABDE/S9D4j5MU6M4/s72-c/photo%25286%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-127835881812207731</id><published>2011-11-17T10:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T10:47:24.317-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Telluride Trip in '05</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gH2vpALYpSY/TsU1XKGlBAI/AAAAAAAABCw/LBYgBk-NYTw/s1600/IMG_0444.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gH2vpALYpSY/TsU1XKGlBAI/AAAAAAAABCw/LBYgBk-NYTw/s320/IMG_0444.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676001577335587842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To many, this post will seem odd, but those who experienced Telluride in '05 (Ben, Sam, Butch, Tim) will laugh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-127835881812207731?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/127835881812207731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=127835881812207731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/127835881812207731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/127835881812207731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/blog-post.html' title='Remembering Telluride Trip in &apos;05'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gH2vpALYpSY/TsU1XKGlBAI/AAAAAAAABCw/LBYgBk-NYTw/s72-c/IMG_0444.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-8440019777341433300</id><published>2011-11-16T20:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T21:07:17.731-06:00</updated><title type='text'>November 2011</title><content type='html'>This month marks Neela being 2 1/2 years old!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In honor of this special month, here is the video Tim made for Neela's 2nd Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-60e79a14d664bf94" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60e79a14d664bf94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2847E2DBAA80279EE03103EF73388BB1773E9239.5845A5B4E366DD29AEC3FB0D61E966EF8A641639%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60e79a14d664bf94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DntbEvz5o5gKIwplRDBGHgqQmbZs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v5.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D60e79a14d664bf94%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D2847E2DBAA80279EE03103EF73388BB1773E9239.5845A5B4E366DD29AEC3FB0D61E966EF8A641639%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D60e79a14d664bf94%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DntbEvz5o5gKIwplRDBGHgqQmbZs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-8440019777341433300?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8440019777341433300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=8440019777341433300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8440019777341433300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8440019777341433300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/november-2011.html' title='November 2011'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3096101834357004904</id><published>2011-11-13T17:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T12:05:46.713-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1 Month</title><content type='html'>This past month has been a journey no one plans for, but does happen to so many expectant mothers. Today marks one month of us finding out we had a miscarriage.  When I think back to the day we found out, it seems so long ago. My heart has experienced joy, love, sorrow, sadness, heaviness, hope, peace, and rest.  So many refining moments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing when we found out we were having a baby how my whole life changed in a moment. In a moment everything changed.  I was no longer a mother of one child, but of two.  I can no longer drink coffee and cokes, now it is water, juices, and milk. Oh, I need to take a pre natal vitamin daily.  Packing healthy snacks and lunch daily were no longer an option but a must. Documenting my daily health and being in tune with my body. Picturing Neela as a big sister and what our daily routine will look like soon. My mind was consumed with so many things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment, everything changed. Silence during the ultra sound. This pregnancy was not a "normal" pregnancy. Bleeding this much was not normal. The doctor letting us know this is not our fault. Stay to your regular routine (whatever that means) and come back in a few days for blood work. Doctor trying to make the air light as he walked out. The nurses giving us a long time before they came back. The word to describe this moment was sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving the doctor office was a hard moment.  In a moment we were given the gift of life and in a moment it was taken away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last few weeks have been a whirlwind of emotions and thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a moment like this, I needed grounding and footing. What is the foundation in my life?  I needed to make sense of this tragedy and I am thankful for the foundation of my loving God present in my life.  My heart needed a place to be real, to express sadness, and truth revealed.  I am thankful for God's Word and the stories which show God's faithfulness, unconditional love, hope for my future, and comfort.  We are not promised a life separate from pain, but we are given a hope through the pain.  A everlasting hope that never wavers or turns away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verses of comfort:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Psalm 121&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 118:14- "The Lord is my strength and my song; he has become my salvation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 118:24- "This is the day that the Lord has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter 1:3-6: "Blessed by the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! According to his great mercy, he has caused s to be born again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance that is imperishable, undefiled, and unfading, kept in heaven for you, who by God's power are being guarded through faith for a salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you rejoice, though now for a little while, if necessary, you have been frieved by various trials,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3:5,6- "Trust in the Lord with all your heart, and do not lean on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge him, and he will make straight your paths."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful God has given me a peace that surpasses all understanding. I remember the next day talking to Tim about everything and asking what is God teaching us through this and wanting to know how is God using this situation to reveal himself so I can stop feeling pain. And he reminded me it's ok to not know right a way what God is teaching us and it's ok to sit in the sorrow.  He said we know He is in control of all things (Psalm 104), we know He loves us (John 3:16, 1 John), and we know He has a plan for our lives.  More will be revealed with time, I needed to rest in Him and be real with my heart before the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my parents (and in-laws) and sweet cousins and friends support, encouragement, and prayers.  Thankful for friends always checking in (Lisa, Diana, Alex, Deepika), a listening ear (Holly, my bible study leader), prayers (all my parents, Mackenzie, Geraline) and understanding what I am going through (Holly, Erin, Katherine).  So many more people, the list goes on.  I am thankful for the body of Christ.  We are all uniquely gifted and this was revealed so powerfully at this time. I am so blessed by a merciful God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still have moments and days of sadness but I know this is a reminder to me of the hope to come. There will be a day with no more tears and pain.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Revelation 21:4- "He will wipe away every tear from their eyes, and death shall be no more, neither shall there be mourning nor crying nor pain anymore, for the former things have passed away."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded children are a gift from the Lord (Psalm 127) given to us to teach them who God is.  When (if) we receive the gift of another child, I know God has taught me He is ultimate in control and will bless us with another child according to His will. Until that day, I will rejoice in the hope I have been given. I will thank the Lord for the blessings in my life, the gift of Tim and Neela.  I am thankful He reveals himself to me daily and I am known as God's child.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3096101834357004904?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3096101834357004904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3096101834357004904' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3096101834357004904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3096101834357004904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/1-month.html' title='1 Month'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4622968643311712989</id><published>2011-11-07T06:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T06:44:44.669-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela quotes</title><content type='html'>This girl just cracks me up.  Here are a few of her current phrases she says often:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- "I want juice please."&lt;br /&gt;- "I want to hold you."&lt;br /&gt;- "Will you open for me?"&lt;br /&gt;- "I need to go potty."&lt;br /&gt;- "I want to pray."&lt;br /&gt;- "Remember when we watched Lion King/Tangled/Beauty and the Beast?"&lt;br /&gt;- "Mommy, I like your dress."&lt;br /&gt;- "Only one." (this is usually referring to candy and she puts one finger up and has a very serious look on her face.)&lt;br /&gt;- "Look, the Eiffel Tower." (She was pointing to an electrical tower that was  really big and shaped like the Eiffel Tower.  So cute! )&lt;br /&gt;- "Can you turn the music up?" (This is a statement she says in the car when her "Lord's Army" song comes on, along with her thumb pointing up)&lt;br /&gt;- "That is very very sharp/hot." (pointing to a knife with a very serious look on her face)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few that come to mind. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The time change and switching to a "big girl bed" has us up 2 hours earlier which explains why I am blogging at 6:30am :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Monday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4622968643311712989?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4622968643311712989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4622968643311712989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4622968643311712989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4622968643311712989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/neela-quotes.html' title='Neela quotes'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7146158184901768645</id><published>2011-11-05T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T20:25:10.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Children are a heritage from the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;   offspring a reward from him.&lt;br /&gt; Like arrows in the hands of a warrior&lt;br /&gt;   are children born in one’s youth.&lt;br /&gt; Blessed is the man&lt;br /&gt;   whose quiver is full of them.&lt;br /&gt;They will not be put to shame&lt;br /&gt;   when they contend with their opponents in court."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 127:3-5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlh3UeGRZXs/TrXhobnXoRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/GpdQTkLQArg/s1600/DSC09234.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlh3UeGRZXs/TrXhobnXoRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/GpdQTkLQArg/s320/DSC09234.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671687390466908434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7146158184901768645?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7146158184901768645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7146158184901768645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7146158184901768645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7146158184901768645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/11/children.html' title='Children'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jlh3UeGRZXs/TrXhobnXoRI/AAAAAAAABBQ/GpdQTkLQArg/s72-c/DSC09234.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-762052746153337233</id><published>2011-10-22T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T21:10:17.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Need</title><content type='html'>Due to me totaling my car a few weeks ago, I have been driving our Honda Odessey van for work.  I've really enjoyed this because we have the new Shane and Shane cd in the van and I basically have this cd on repeat. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My current favorites are # 6, 7, and 10.  To know what these songs are.... you need to buy the cd. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll tell you number 7 is "Miracle".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has been the prayer of my heart this week.  I need the Lord even more than the air I breathe.  I need the Lord every moment of everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week God has sweetly called me to trust in Him in all circumstances and to rest in the truth that I am a chosen child of God. He is drawing me near to Him daily and I yearn for his presence.  Nothing catches Him off guard, He does not sleep or slumber, He knows all.  He knows what is going to happen before we do and is using all things for His glory &lt;em&gt;(Romans 8:28). &lt;/em&gt;I so often try to please others desiring others approval, "trying" to be a good wife and mother from my own strength, or even change situations I don't have control over.  I need the Lord to rest in, to trust in, to be present in my daily life.  I don't need to see a dead man come alive or see the cancer go away (phrases from the song), all I need is for Him to fill me up inside or know it will be ok because He is living and active in my life. &lt;em&gt;(Hebrews 4:12)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet friend pointed me to these verses which have been a place of dwelling this week and truth in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed is the man who trusts in the Lord. He is like a tree planted by water, that sends out its roots by the stream, and does not fear when heat comes, for its leaves remain green, and is not anxious in the year of drought, for it does not cease to bear fruit.&lt;br /&gt;The heart is deceitful above all things, and desperately sick; who can understand it? I the Lord search the heart and test the mind, give every man according to his ways, according to the fruit of his deeds."&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 17:7-10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I am thankful I know God is my foundation and rock.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another friend to these verses:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Because he holds fast to me in love, I will deliver him; I will protect him, becuase he knows my name. &lt;br /&gt;When he calls to me, I will answer him; I will be with him in trouble; I will rescue him and honor him. With long life I will satisfy him and show him my salvation."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 91:14-16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful He alone satisfies. I am thankful that when we call to Him, He answers.  I need Him to move in my heart and be present in my life.  I don't desire this, but thankful for a gracious, loving God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A verse I currently have in my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Let me hear in the morning of your steadfast love, for in you I trust. Make me know the way I should go, for to you I lift up my soul."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 143:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God daily is growing a desire within me, to trust in the Lord's steadfast love for me. To see myself as He sees me, as a child of God, and to live this out in my marriage, as a mom, a friend, co worker, and stranger. Use my circumstances to point others to Him and understand my need for God's presence, power, and love in my life even more than the air I breathe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-762052746153337233?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/762052746153337233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=762052746153337233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/762052746153337233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/762052746153337233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/need.html' title='Need'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-269085443103639980</id><published>2011-10-18T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-18T14:03:29.368-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movie at the Park</title><content type='html'>Recently we enjoyed a public movie at the park.  What a fun experience for Neela.  She enjoyed setting up our area and then getting to play around on the blanket with Daddy and Mommy. Tangled is the 2nd movie she is ever seen in her life and she is still talking about it to this day.  Daily she talks about Lion King, her first movie to ever see and in the theater, and now Tangled.  Literally within the first 5 minutes of her being awake in the morning she says, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Remember when we watched Lion King?  It's over. I liked it."&lt;/span&gt;  No joke, everyday! :)  And she watched Lion King 3 weeks ago. I try to keep a straight face every time but sometimes I just have to laugh and give her a big hug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful for the privilege to be a Mom and to be Neela's Mom.  She is such a joy and blessing in our lives.  I enjoy seeing the world through her eyes and finding joy in simple, daily blessings. The joy of sitting on a blanket in the grass, bouncing up and down on Daddy, covering up with a blanket with her shoes off, eating her peanut butter crackers, and wearing her Dora dress.  She enjoyed laughing when I would laugh at the adult humor and she did not know what was going on.  She just enjoyed seeing me enjoy the movie. What a sweetie. Just to point out a few from this night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWc79hNWw2g/Tp3KEHR4VrI/AAAAAAAABAg/EAOq2noefFk/s1600/DSC09182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWc79hNWw2g/Tp3KEHR4VrI/AAAAAAAABAg/EAOq2noefFk/s320/DSC09182.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664906078324283058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45Y7P1jMNHI/Tp3L8yXRucI/AAAAAAAABAs/sPErd0J-L-M/s1600/DSC09183.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-45Y7P1jMNHI/Tp3L8yXRucI/AAAAAAAABAs/sPErd0J-L-M/s320/DSC09183.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664908151473945026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y07P5qFKgU/Tp3MLpiHQ2I/AAAAAAAABA4/v75RmoVoTQw/s1600/DSC09186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1y07P5qFKgU/Tp3MLpiHQ2I/AAAAAAAABA4/v75RmoVoTQw/s320/DSC09186.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5664908406801515362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-269085443103639980?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/269085443103639980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=269085443103639980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/269085443103639980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/269085443103639980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/movie-at-park.html' title='Movie at the Park'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sWc79hNWw2g/Tp3KEHR4VrI/AAAAAAAABAg/EAOq2noefFk/s72-c/DSC09182.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5001429804214191115</id><published>2011-10-16T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-16T21:41:33.171-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Letter: Colossians</title><content type='html'>Below is a blog from a great &lt;a href="http://www.gracecoversme.com/2011/10/31-days-of-love-letters-day-16.html"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt; I follow.  Enjoyed this post today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Day 16 of 31 Days of Love Letters, in which I explore God's love as found in 31 books of the Bible.  To find out more or to know why I'm doing this, please read this post first. The list of books I will be writing from can be found here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world is performance.&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world is meriting love.&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world is fluid, ever-changing, ever-evolving love.&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world is love that is imperfect and incomplete, no matter how well people love.&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world is that relationships can be marred, broken, and destroyed. They have to be maintained and worked at.&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world is unforgiveness and bitterness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, we often assume that the way of the world is also the way of God:&lt;br /&gt;He is about performance.&lt;br /&gt;We have to merit His love.&lt;br /&gt;His love for us is fluid and changeable.&lt;br /&gt;His love is imperfect (It can't cover all my sin) and incomplete (If I don't keep up my spiritual disciplines, I will lose it).&lt;br /&gt;We have to keep the spiritual plates spinning to keep His love and His favor.&lt;br /&gt;He is unforgiving and bitter toward us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Colossians tells a different story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    "Beware lest anyone cheat you through philosophy and empty deceit, according to the tradition of men, according to the basic principles of the world,  and not according to Christ. For in Him dwells all the fullness of the Godhead bodily; and you are complete in Him.." (2:8-10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The way of the world and the way of God completely oppose one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so difficult to understand and believe a love that is so wholly unlike worldly love. But according to Scripture, God's love is a complete love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His love does not depend on our behavior or performance (good or bad).&lt;br /&gt;His love does not change.&lt;br /&gt;His love is perfect; there is nothing it cannot handle.&lt;br /&gt;His love cannot be lost.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to work to maintain His love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these are true because His love was completed for us on the cross. When we take up that cross and give Him our lives, it's a done deal ("It is finished"); we are complete. Nothing can ever change His love because when He looks at us, He sees Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we know how He feels about His Son. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5001429804214191115?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5001429804214191115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5001429804214191115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5001429804214191115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5001429804214191115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-letter-colossians.html' title='Love Letter: Colossians'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7863863978549817004</id><published>2011-10-11T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T21:52:24.512-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhesa's Fantasy Football Dominance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIZBUNPyppk/TpUAfJ4uL2I/AAAAAAAABAU/tOvb_1Yb4kE/s1600/Cropped%2BLobo%2BPic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 197px; height: 186px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIZBUNPyppk/TpUAfJ4uL2I/AAAAAAAABAU/tOvb_1Yb4kE/s320/Cropped%2BLobo%2BPic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662432641718038370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Rhesa took over the worst team in our dynasty ff league and is now dominating... like a wolf apparently. His choice of pic to go on our league page... Congrats Rhesa!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7863863978549817004?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7863863978549817004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7863863978549817004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7863863978549817004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7863863978549817004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/rhesas-fantasy-football-dominance.html' title='Rhesa&apos;s Fantasy Football Dominance'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dIZBUNPyppk/TpUAfJ4uL2I/AAAAAAAABAU/tOvb_1Yb4kE/s72-c/Cropped%2BLobo%2BPic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-8728604016148562350</id><published>2011-10-05T00:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:30:07.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Skin 11'</title><content type='html'>For those who knew us year 2 of marriage know what the title means. :)  Our 2nd year of marriage we had a "marriage retreat" for just the two of us.  Tim was creative and even made t-shirts that said "Skin 08', we killed it.  It was really funny.  The purpose behind "Skin" was for us to be transparent in our marriage in every way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we did not actually call this trip Skin 11', but we did go to the same lake house owned by our friends &lt;a href="http://thesudanfam.blogspot.com/"&gt;Jason and Alex's&lt;/a&gt; family. Dallas peeps, if you have not met this couple or spent time with them, you should.  They are such a joy in our life. They called the lake house "Sabbath House".  They use this house for a place of rest... and it is truly that. It was great because we were not bombarded with technology and distraction of our daily life.  We were able to rest, reflect, and rejuvenate our hearts.  It was great time of sleeping in, reading, running together, and having no set schedule.  Thankful for such sweet, encouraging friends in our life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsYZZWUnhY4/TpD-0l0LHjI/AAAAAAAAA_k/GOy6l070aNA/s1600/DSC09141.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsYZZWUnhY4/TpD-0l0LHjI/AAAAAAAAA_k/GOy6l070aNA/s320/DSC09141.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661304911062310450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Date night!  Ok, so we are in the middle of no where, so the closest restaurant was Chili's.  Which of course, you can't go wrong. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KutAKAYCroY/TpD_UOpv7II/AAAAAAAAA_s/eM4vz0DPrz0/s1600/DSC09150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KutAKAYCroY/TpD_UOpv7II/AAAAAAAAA_s/eM4vz0DPrz0/s320/DSC09150.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661305454600383618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim enjoyed making funny pictures in all the pictures I took. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLd4N3hcZS0/TpD_k1BbjoI/AAAAAAAAA_0/NIBJARIR99s/s1600/DSC09151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RLd4N3hcZS0/TpD_k1BbjoI/AAAAAAAAA_0/NIBJARIR99s/s320/DSC09151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661305739778166402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A night of scrabble to exercise our minds. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAO0-wfTAkM/TpEAB4eYQaI/AAAAAAAAA_8/XKZPYSfnSg4/s1600/DSC09152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IAO0-wfTAkM/TpEAB4eYQaI/AAAAAAAAA_8/XKZPYSfnSg4/s320/DSC09152.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306238921097634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I spent every morning with my bible, book, and cup of coffee.  perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XifXGPRaJc/TpEAVkUbhtI/AAAAAAAABAE/dUPqc9AN8Og/s1600/DSC09157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XifXGPRaJc/TpEAVkUbhtI/AAAAAAAABAE/dUPqc9AN8Og/s320/DSC09157.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306577108043474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday we spent time laying out and getting a few rays. Tim did swim in the lake.  I chickened out due to me not being able to see the bottom of the water.  Yes very much unlike me, but I think being a mom has changed my "crazy" side a bit... in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHAzWh9L4Wc/TpEAo2pHZUI/AAAAAAAABAM/aen-NnxiVGA/s1600/DSC09159.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rHAzWh9L4Wc/TpEAo2pHZUI/AAAAAAAABAM/aen-NnxiVGA/s320/DSC09159.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661306908444157250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-8728604016148562350?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8728604016148562350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=8728604016148562350' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8728604016148562350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8728604016148562350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/10/skin-11.html' title='Skin 11&apos;'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TsYZZWUnhY4/TpD-0l0LHjI/AAAAAAAAA_k/GOy6l070aNA/s72-c/DSC09141.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4711451109345458443</id><published>2011-09-27T21:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-08T21:15:47.705-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ej63eRBcrzc/TpD5WERU2II/AAAAAAAAA-c/xsKkHB-jN3E/s1600/DSC09045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ej63eRBcrzc/TpD5WERU2II/AAAAAAAAA-c/xsKkHB-jN3E/s320/DSC09045.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661298889103562882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a guy.  If you have ever met my Dad, you leave his presence happy, excited, and encouraged.  He just has that spirit.  It was fun to celebrate him and what a loving father he is. It's funny that the older my parents get the more they enjoy just having their kids and family to their home.  They enjoy having a house full of kids and more serving us than us serving them.  We try to serve them, but they are so quick. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year has been fun to have both my siblings local and able to come to family gatherings.  Due to my brother being in a band, &lt;a href="http://www.flyleafmusic.com"&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/a&gt; and my sister is in the army, they are on the go often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We definitely made fun memories.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LPE3vzBhBs/TpD6e63S9bI/AAAAAAAAA-k/_XSPx9viRTA/s1600/DSC09040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8LPE3vzBhBs/TpD6e63S9bI/AAAAAAAAA-k/_XSPx9viRTA/s320/DSC09040.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661300140708918706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ladies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqGxmwR2IAg/TpD60qj5BMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/bR1ZV6SSKLU/s1600/DSC09054.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ZqGxmwR2IAg/TpD60qj5BMI/AAAAAAAAA-s/bR1ZV6SSKLU/s320/DSC09054.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661300514289681602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XIymnS7ZW70/TpD7JvRp73I/AAAAAAAAA-0/m30vB17yhSc/s1600/DSC09069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XIymnS7ZW70/TpD7JvRp73I/AAAAAAAAA-0/m30vB17yhSc/s320/DSC09069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661300876332625778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud birthday boy with his grandchildren.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfBftWYX7E/TpD7cTcZ7jI/AAAAAAAAA-8/NHXkjW-uSIU/s1600/DSC09071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8GfBftWYX7E/TpD7cTcZ7jI/AAAAAAAAA-8/NHXkjW-uSIU/s320/DSC09071.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661301195279035954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the hubs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbWnkpZ0lUc/TpD7wM4uTXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/UKaxwXC0sZc/s1600/DSC09080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nbWnkpZ0lUc/TpD7wM4uTXI/AAAAAAAAA_E/UKaxwXC0sZc/s320/DSC09080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661301537116147058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We even managed an entire family picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5jIq9bv4c4/TpD8IlPu9WI/AAAAAAAAA_M/yLNb4Y32n9I/s1600/DSC09090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e5jIq9bv4c4/TpD8IlPu9WI/AAAAAAAAA_M/yLNb4Y32n9I/s320/DSC09090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661301955971970402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WyxdBjdWrA/TpD8VQHVKfI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YxlzCiiyngs/s1600/DSC09081.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6WyxdBjdWrA/TpD8VQHVKfI/AAAAAAAAA_U/YxlzCiiyngs/s320/DSC09081.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302173637880306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening gifts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYX2nBVNVJM/TpD8l75vXkI/AAAAAAAAA_c/yRUzBxkn1s4/s1600/DSC09100.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jYX2nBVNVJM/TpD8l75vXkI/AAAAAAAAA_c/yRUzBxkn1s4/s320/DSC09100.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5661302460269944386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The night ended with the three of us reenacting our family picture from over 25 years ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to sweet and loving father!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4711451109345458443?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4711451109345458443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4711451109345458443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4711451109345458443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4711451109345458443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/dads-birthday.html' title='Dad&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ej63eRBcrzc/TpD5WERU2II/AAAAAAAAA-c/xsKkHB-jN3E/s72-c/DSC09045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-444070485006061127</id><published>2011-09-19T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:45:06.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hamilton Pool</title><content type='html'>We officially have been to &lt;a href="http://www.co.travis.tx.us/tnr/parks/hamilton_pool.asp"&gt;Hamilton Pool Preserve&lt;/a&gt; as a family.  If you are ever in the Austin area, it's a must go place. (if you like nature places :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;LOVED&lt;/span&gt; this place.  &lt;br /&gt;-She loved the hike to the preserve.  When we would try to pick her up to speed our walk up, she was insistent on walking herself.  &lt;br /&gt;-She loved climbing the rocks and would just laugh like crazy at nothing! :)&lt;br /&gt;- She loved swimming in the water. It was easier for her to get in and out of the water because the water gradually got deeper.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaUgno1T_uk/ToKHqgzmd_I/AAAAAAAAA9s/E9Ko5Wt5nLs/s1600/DSC08985.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaUgno1T_uk/ToKHqgzmd_I/AAAAAAAAA9s/E9Ko5Wt5nLs/s320/DSC08985.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657233246361384946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZY_NWR0yW8/ToKIE2akwsI/AAAAAAAAA90/cy4GjgYh_EE/s1600/DSC08989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yZY_NWR0yW8/ToKIE2akwsI/AAAAAAAAA90/cy4GjgYh_EE/s320/DSC08989.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657233698838594242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Totally cannot hide the excitement on her face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CP7dBRSd2sk/ToKInpaVfQI/AAAAAAAAA98/bOf5Q1DAwXs/s1600/DSC08996.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CP7dBRSd2sk/ToKInpaVfQI/AAAAAAAAA98/bOf5Q1DAwXs/s320/DSC08996.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657234296643353858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loves playing with Daddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ4MjnCp0pk/ToKI-fVCyoI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Un8K6DXhvtg/s1600/DSC09007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-qQ4MjnCp0pk/ToKI-fVCyoI/AAAAAAAAA-E/Un8K6DXhvtg/s320/DSC09007.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657234689073793666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family pic!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_YMAlnR8Kc/ToKJW7dZV0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/2zz_TOODMMo/s1600/DSC09016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-b_YMAlnR8Kc/ToKJW7dZV0I/AAAAAAAAA-M/2zz_TOODMMo/s320/DSC09016.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657235108941879106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing in the water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh5kKwN4URw/ToKJt1xKADI/AAAAAAAAA-U/1Bm9fDPks18/s1600/DSC09024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sh5kKwN4URw/ToKJt1xKADI/AAAAAAAAA-U/1Bm9fDPks18/s320/DSC09024.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657235502551138354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela having a deep conversation with Daddy.... Yes Elmo does like to swim. :) hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A fun family outing.  Neela slept hard on the way home... I think she had a great time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-444070485006061127?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/444070485006061127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=444070485006061127' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/444070485006061127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/444070485006061127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/hamilton-pool.html' title='Hamilton Pool'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UaUgno1T_uk/ToKHqgzmd_I/AAAAAAAAA9s/E9Ko5Wt5nLs/s72-c/DSC08985.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4678381273742073778</id><published>2011-09-18T21:16:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:28:16.582-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NVC Year #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/29173501?title=0&amp;amp;byline=0&amp;amp;portrait=0" width="400" height="225" frameborder="0" webkitAllowFullScreen allowFullScreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/29173501"&gt;North Village Church: Year 2&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4707130"&gt;Tim Birdwell&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4678381273742073778?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4678381273742073778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4678381273742073778' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4678381273742073778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4678381273742073778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/nvc-year-2.html' title='NVC Year #2'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4857624553312696599</id><published>2011-09-14T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:25:30.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ-RpGHAwKM/TnEMh3Y7cXI/AAAAAAAAA88/iqEGw8pDYeY/s1600/www_PicsDesktop_com_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ-RpGHAwKM/TnEMh3Y7cXI/AAAAAAAAA88/iqEGw8pDYeY/s320/www_PicsDesktop_com_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5652312783270408562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Love anything, and your heart will certainly be wrung and possibly broken.  If you want to make sure of keeping it intact, you must give your heart to no one, not even to an animal.  Wrap it carefully around with hobbies and little luxuries; avoid all entanglements; lock it up safe in the casket or coffin of your selfishness.  But in the casket- safe, dark, motionless, airless- it will change.  It will not be broken; it wll become unbreakable, impenetrable, irredeemable.  The alternative to tragedy, or at least to the risk of tragedy, is damnation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.S. Lewis&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4857624553312696599?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4857624553312696599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4857624553312696599' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4857624553312696599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4857624553312696599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-tZ-RpGHAwKM/TnEMh3Y7cXI/AAAAAAAAA88/iqEGw8pDYeY/s72-c/www_PicsDesktop_com_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4505159261239894709</id><published>2011-09-13T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-27T21:25:05.628-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Homemade Pizza</title><content type='html'>Neela loves helping in the kitchen.  She says "I want to cook".  So it's fun when she can help pour, stir, or even just make a mess in the kitchen with Mommy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our latest cooking adventure: homemade pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lx_hMgt2RA/ToKDMlxFIqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/q9Gc0G1-Vk0/s1600/DSC08970.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lx_hMgt2RA/ToKDMlxFIqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/q9Gc0G1-Vk0/s320/DSC08970.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657228334250402466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Start with the dough.  Yes my child is obsessed with smelling candles. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JLlyfiBBlI/ToKDrBEZY1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mot6X0SNFOI/s1600/DSC08972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JLlyfiBBlI/ToKDrBEZY1I/AAAAAAAAA9M/mot6X0SNFOI/s320/DSC08972.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657228856975254354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next, pat the pre-made dough onto the pan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wk7aEnLuKpU/ToKENZ3mTPI/AAAAAAAAA9U/s7fAMvw-hGg/s1600/DSC08975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-wk7aEnLuKpU/ToKENZ3mTPI/AAAAAAAAA9U/s7fAMvw-hGg/s320/DSC08975.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657229447748013298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Tim's favorite... sauce!  Everywhere! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XEqXIT6n6w/ToKEjsQjnWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/S9MJT6U1_Cs/s1600/DSC08979.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1XEqXIT6n6w/ToKEjsQjnWI/AAAAAAAAA9c/S9MJT6U1_Cs/s320/DSC08979.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657229830641655138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her favorite part... spreading the cheese.  She wanted to put all the cheese in one big pile and then start eating the cheese from the top.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy-ScUXdEn0/ToKFDGNNV5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/H3Je-SksKiY/s1600/DSC08982.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Hy-ScUXdEn0/ToKFDGNNV5I/AAAAAAAAA9k/H3Je-SksKiY/s320/DSC08982.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657230370182879122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Team Work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how these simple task can take so much longer with a 2 year old, but it's so worth it.  They made these activities fun and funny. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4505159261239894709?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4505159261239894709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4505159261239894709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4505159261239894709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4505159261239894709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/09/homemade-pizza.html' title='Homemade Pizza'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-7Lx_hMgt2RA/ToKDMlxFIqI/AAAAAAAAA9E/q9Gc0G1-Vk0/s72-c/DSC08970.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2665659661227373585</id><published>2011-08-24T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T14:30:59.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Entertainment last night...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6ead1d5a252c31f0" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ead1d5a252c31f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D784ED110489D21C93CE741EDE91E5B698E9A6D18.353F58B7ABFD9E0DCD46DF62B3CD75E59076FEC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ead1d5a252c31f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB9truKZ9fn5aO7eUzKvNEoWaH0M&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D6ead1d5a252c31f0%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D784ED110489D21C93CE741EDE91E5B698E9A6D18.353F58B7ABFD9E0DCD46DF62B3CD75E59076FEC1%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D6ead1d5a252c31f0%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DB9truKZ9fn5aO7eUzKvNEoWaH0M&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela was in a hyper/goofy mood last night.  I LOVE when she is like this, it's so fun.   We were singing "I like to eat eat eat apples and bananas" and she went a little goofy.  Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love my home entertainment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2665659661227373585?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2665659661227373585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2665659661227373585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2665659661227373585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2665659661227373585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/entertainment-last-night.html' title='Entertainment last night...'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2749332586857518366</id><published>2011-08-22T14:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-22T14:33:13.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Pic!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exwsPxOjNc8/TlKuN3Rn0II/AAAAAAAAA8k/hikCeNw-Rek/s1600/s41487cb116952_5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exwsPxOjNc8/TlKuN3Rn0II/AAAAAAAAA8k/hikCeNw-Rek/s320/s41487cb116952_5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643764836248047746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay!  This is our first professional, in the studio, family picture.  I love pictures and am thankful for this keepsake for years to come. I am a bit obsessed with pictures, it runs in my family. :)  On my bucket list is to someday own a really nice, fancy camera.  These past years have flown by and I know life is not going to slow down anytime soon.  I want to cherish these memories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2749332586857518366?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2749332586857518366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2749332586857518366' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2749332586857518366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2749332586857518366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/family-pic.html' title='Family Pic!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-exwsPxOjNc8/TlKuN3Rn0II/AAAAAAAAA8k/hikCeNw-Rek/s72-c/s41487cb116952_5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6021802830325222630</id><published>2011-08-16T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T21:42:40.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The One You Need</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/SEYjSQipL60" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is from the new &lt;a href="http://shaneandshane.com/"&gt;Shane and Shane cd&lt;/a&gt;.  Yes, it is the song everyone has been so excited about. :) We bought the cd last week and totally love it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was telling Tim how much I love this song, he put his arm around me, leaned his head on my shoulder and said, "You are such a cheese ball."  :)  All in sweet fun.  And yes, he is right. I am a little on the sentimental side of life, but we both agree this song is the prayer of our heart for Neela.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So often we try to be her everything, her rescuer when she is sick or hurt, her provider when she is in need, or even her safe place of love. Yes, tangibly we get to be this in her life because God has entrusted her to us for this time. Man, but we know we are not her ultimate place for these things, it's in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how the words say He is our Hero and He can be her Hero too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet moment tonight: I always ask her if she wants to pray or if she wants me to pray.  She wanted to pray tonight. She said, "Thank you Jesus for loving ME"  Yes this is what I say when I pray with her, but it's so sweet to hear her say this.  I pray someday she will know the significance of those words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra info: My favorite phrase this week: "Mommy, I want to hold you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9B9zk_N9sM/TkskOsD4JYI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zM_YlIZguqE/s1600/DSC08797.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-X9B9zk_N9sM/TkskOsD4JYI/AAAAAAAAA8c/zM_YlIZguqE/s320/DSC08797.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641642792975869314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6021802830325222630?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6021802830325222630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6021802830325222630' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6021802830325222630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6021802830325222630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/one-you-need.html' title='The One You Need'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/SEYjSQipL60/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6688708553804227210</id><published>2011-08-14T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:20:01.874-05:00</updated><title type='text'>5th Wedding Anniverary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKSfEAfVs3c/TkglF4wdaLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/RB42av6cCl8/s1600/IMG_1754.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKSfEAfVs3c/TkglF4wdaLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/RB42av6cCl8/s320/IMG_1754.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640799316346759346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;August 12th, 2011 marks 5 years of marriage.  Wow, where has the time gone!! &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;The statement, "I am more in love with you now" rings so true in my life.  I loved Tim the day we were married, but man, I love him so much more today. I didn't think that was possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have enjoyed seeing his raw heart in joys and trials.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for our ability to be vulnerable and goofy regardless of the situation or topic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my best friend to share openly our thoughts and feelings and to seek God's will in all areas of lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited for what this year holds for us.  I am a lucky girl!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6688708553804227210?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6688708553804227210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6688708553804227210' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6688708553804227210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6688708553804227210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/5th-wedding-anniverary.html' title='5th Wedding Anniverary'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uKSfEAfVs3c/TkglF4wdaLI/AAAAAAAAA8M/RB42av6cCl8/s72-c/IMG_1754.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2045648958350858476</id><published>2011-08-11T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-14T15:15:01.949-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Woman of Influence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyfMBYDqA3k/TkgskQxJ3nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/t1gYWJXKsS0/s1600/41GMuRnqTxL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_AA278_PIkin4%252CBottomRight%252C-46%252C22_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyfMBYDqA3k/TkgskQxJ3nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/t1gYWJXKsS0/s320/41GMuRnqTxL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_AA278_PIkin4%252CBottomRight%252C-46%252C22_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640807534769593970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week &lt;a href="http://northvillagechurch.com"&gt;North Village Church&lt;/a&gt; finished our summer ladies study.  We went through the book &lt;em&gt;Becoming a Woman of Influence by Carol Kent&lt;/em&gt;.  This was my 3rd time to read this book and I loved it so much more this time around.  I have read it in different seasons of my life (single just out of college, married and about to start a church, and now 2 years into planting a church) and the truths have impacted me in each season in different ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book is a really simple read with straight forward truths from scripture.  We can influence others around us, anytime of the day and in any circumstance because of God's presence in our lives.  So often we don't see ourselves as women of influence because we are not on a stage in front of a lot of people or we don't have a dynamic personality.  God created you and gave you specific gifts to glorify Him and to love others as He loves us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each chapter is a different "principle" to influence others around us. I have been challenged to see every opportunity with others to share what God is doing in my life.  It can be the praises of joys in your life, it can be wrestling through truths and circumstances in your life, or a flat out hard season of life.  Regardless of the season, God is moving.  He is using you for His Name sake.  He is sweetly speaking to your heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I struggle to believe this truth at times. I am not witty, smart, eloquent with my words but God is not asking me to do this in my own strength, I need to rest in Him.  I desire to abide in His love &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(John 15)&lt;/span&gt;.  I know I was dead in my sins, a child of wrath &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ephesians 1:1-3)&lt;/span&gt;, BUT God. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ephesians 2:4-10)&lt;/span&gt; But God, who is rich in mercy and love saved me.  He save me by His grace. He gave me life everlasting.  Nothing of my doing so I may not boast.  I get to be his workmanship.  Wow.  I get to be a part of what He is doing in the lives of people around me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His ultimate vision for my life is a relationship with Him.  This truth is the foundation of all relationship and situations in my life.  &lt;br /&gt;What is God's vision for my marriage? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ephesians 5)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is God's vision for being a parent? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Psalm 127) (Ephesians 6)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is God's vision for me as a friend? &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(Ephesians 4)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so on... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for my heart to grow in this area of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2045648958350858476?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2045648958350858476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2045648958350858476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2045648958350858476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2045648958350858476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/08/becoming-woman-of-influence.html' title='Becoming a Woman of Influence'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-kyfMBYDqA3k/TkgskQxJ3nI/AAAAAAAAA8U/t1gYWJXKsS0/s72-c/41GMuRnqTxL._BO2%252C204%252C203%252C200_PIsitb-sticker-arrow-click%252CTopRight%252C35%252C-76_AA300_SH20_AA278_PIkin4%252CBottomRight%252C-46%252C22_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-708664150891743540</id><published>2011-07-27T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T22:25:24.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Joplin</title><content type='html'>It's been two weeks since my trip to Joplin with &lt;a href="http://northvillagechurch.com"&gt;North Village Church&lt;/a&gt; , partnering with &lt;a href="http://www.somaaustin.org/"&gt;Soma Community Church&lt;/a&gt;, and my thoughts continue to go back to the images of the devastation intertwine with hope. These past few weeks people have asked me about our trip and my experience. I can't help but start every time with, "It was overwhelming."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have never physically witnessed a natural disaster.  Yes I followed the news when Katrina hit and the tsunami and other natural disasters, but to see the destruction with my own eyes broke my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was most shocking to me was when we entered the town of Joplin,the town continued to function as a "town". Stop lights, cars on Main St., restaurants opened, and even the YMCA still up and running.  (I am thankful it was not hit b/c that is where volunteers and our team took showers while we were there.) The middle of this town was completely wiped out, but they continued to press on. This alone sweetly reminded me of the mighty Love of our God and He is our God who is in control of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even before I left for the trip, Psalm 104 was on my heart.  The first time we drove through the area that was hit by the tornado, Psalm 104 reminded me, God created all and is in control of all.  Psalm 104 shares how God created every detail on this earth.  &lt;br /&gt;v.5 "He set the earth on its foundation, so that it should never be moved."&lt;br /&gt;It continues to explain how God appointed how high the mountains will be, how low the valleys, how the grass to grow,  that will He bring forth food from the earth, the rocks will be a refuge for the badgers, the moon will mark the seasons, and how God provides for the animals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My favorite verses are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;27 "All creatures look to you&lt;br /&gt;   to give them their food at the proper time.&lt;br /&gt;28 When YOU give it to them,&lt;br /&gt;   they gather it up;&lt;br /&gt;when YOU open your hand,&lt;br /&gt;   they are satisfied with good things.&lt;br /&gt;29 When YOU hide your face,&lt;br /&gt;   they are terrified;&lt;br /&gt;when YOU take away their breath,&lt;br /&gt;   they die and return to the dust.&lt;br /&gt;30 When YOU send your Spirit,&lt;br /&gt;   they are created,&lt;br /&gt;   and YOU renew the face of the ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31 May the glory of the LORD endure forever;&lt;br /&gt;   may the LORD rejoice in his works—&lt;br /&gt;32 he who looks at the earth, and it trembles,&lt;br /&gt;   who touches the mountains, and they smoke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 33 I will sing to the LORD all my life;&lt;br /&gt;   I will sing praise to my God as long as I live.&lt;br /&gt;34 May my meditation be pleasing to him,&lt;br /&gt;   as I rejoice in the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;35 But may sinners vanish from the earth&lt;br /&gt;   and the wicked be no more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Praise the LORD, my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Praise the LORD."&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This just speaks to my heart in so many ways.  I am reminded that God is in control.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This earth is not my home.  So many times I try to make it my home, but am quickly dissatisfied with the pleasures of this world.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God showed me so much on this trip and definitely stretched me physically to do the labor work we did.  If you know me at all, I am a wimp, but I pressed on. :)  Just wanted to share a little of my heart.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I enjoyed the relationships I built and am thankful for the memories we shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ms0ZZDDKieQ/TjDRdnUeSlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Z2MESV_Nd4Y/s1600/DSC08844.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ms0ZZDDKieQ/TjDRdnUeSlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Z2MESV_Nd4Y/s320/DSC08844.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233440541755986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small picture of the mass of destruction there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M85Yamq2fY/TjDSwKxPETI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8B1I4jY_krc/s1600/DSC08846.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-9M85Yamq2fY/TjDSwKxPETI/AAAAAAAAA7s/8B1I4jY_krc/s320/DSC08846.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634234858806907186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgbPtzFb_Ls/TjDR2FcXH8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/-8CVnOZCKcI/s1600/DSC08838.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LgbPtzFb_Ls/TjDR2FcXH8I/AAAAAAAAA7c/-8CVnOZCKcI/s320/DSC08838.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634233860944764866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The roof part of our team put on in 2 days.  They were awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLisLixDDbE/TjDSSUXwZNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/m36oGMmGq5o/s1600/DSC08840.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QLisLixDDbE/TjDSSUXwZNI/AAAAAAAAA7k/m36oGMmGq5o/s320/DSC08840.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634234345988318418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I helped demolish a kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCmh3iauir4/TjDTXuURlrI/AAAAAAAAA70/CUkWED9pFrM/s1600/DSC08862.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fCmh3iauir4/TjDTXuURlrI/AAAAAAAAA70/CUkWED9pFrM/s320/DSC08862.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634235538364012210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We sorted debris at a home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntRczSszdTg/TjDT_UAj-xI/AAAAAAAAA78/B67LxkH-ar8/s1600/DSC08869.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntRczSszdTg/TjDT_UAj-xI/AAAAAAAAA78/B67LxkH-ar8/s320/DSC08869.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634236218496776978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-708664150891743540?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/708664150891743540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=708664150891743540' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/708664150891743540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/708664150891743540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/joplin.html' title='Joplin'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ms0ZZDDKieQ/TjDRdnUeSlI/AAAAAAAAA7U/Z2MESV_Nd4Y/s72-c/DSC08844.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4723784060686291452</id><published>2011-07-11T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T21:07:37.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4th of July/Mom's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Celebrating our freedom this year was so fun.  So thankful for the men and women who serve our country for us to enjoy our freedom.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started the morning with a 4th of July parade. Ok, so it's just a neighborhood parade with police cars and fire trucks, but Neela LOVED it. :) Her favorite part of the parade of course was the candy thrown at her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LsBHGltN38/TjDBinlTZPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/xaQc2tMdcSI/s1600/DSC08738.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LsBHGltN38/TjDBinlTZPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/xaQc2tMdcSI/s320/DSC08738.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634215934325646578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1pc2_gRTfQU/TjDB-BDtfWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xWr_UsO2SJ0/s1600/DSC08741.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1pc2_gRTfQU/TjDB-BDtfWI/AAAAAAAAA6s/xWr_UsO2SJ0/s320/DSC08741.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634216405020540258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then enjoyed the activities set up for families to enjoy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We picked up some Promise Pizza which was fab!  (we had a groupon!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Came home for Neela to nap and Tim and I relaxed by watching a movie, The Killers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed to Ft. Hood to my sister's home to eat dinner, celebrate Mom's birthday, and watch fireworks.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y097WKsHSHA/TjDCbMGjauI/AAAAAAAAA60/-mO_1nl9uqk/s1600/DSC08748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Y097WKsHSHA/TjDCbMGjauI/AAAAAAAAA60/-mO_1nl9uqk/s320/DSC08748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634216906201459426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frtqmon4LSM/TjDDlIyEH8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/Nb-IKmclaas/s1600/DSC08772.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-frtqmon4LSM/TjDDlIyEH8I/AAAAAAAAA7E/Nb-IKmclaas/s320/DSC08772.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634218176620535746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xFXA9Q3I_M/TjDDJr1pEoI/AAAAAAAAA68/FmbrqN8WdFE/s1600/DSC08759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7xFXA9Q3I_M/TjDDJr1pEoI/AAAAAAAAA68/FmbrqN8WdFE/s320/DSC08759.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634217704994443906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS5fz8wNVZ8/TjDEMDHSCcI/AAAAAAAAA7M/v6W8xkqil5I/s1600/DSC08785.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hS5fz8wNVZ8/TjDEMDHSCcI/AAAAAAAAA7M/v6W8xkqil5I/s320/DSC08785.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634218845113813442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4723784060686291452?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4723784060686291452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4723784060686291452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4723784060686291452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4723784060686291452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/4th-of-julymoms-birthday.html' title='4th of July/Mom&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9LsBHGltN38/TjDBinlTZPI/AAAAAAAAA6k/xaQc2tMdcSI/s72-c/DSC08738.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-887500110586853660</id><published>2011-07-09T11:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-11T21:18:30.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Tim!</title><content type='html'>Happy 29th Birthday to my Love!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always cherished birthdays with Tim. Another family tradition: celebrating birthdays with a bang! :) We enjoy celebrating another year of life, joys, trials, and the precious gift of another day.  It's definitely something we want Neela to see and experience in our family.  Not what we do each year but the joy and the gift each year is from the Lord.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday to the Man of my Dreams.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few things my heart is celebrating and I thankful for this year. &lt;br /&gt;(not listed in any particular order)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Love his great Humor.  He knows how to laugh, joke around and just be silly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOWE77dS1AA/Thh79qsmijI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LurQAgsGKh0/s1600/DSC07877.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOWE77dS1AA/Thh79qsmijI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LurQAgsGKh0/s320/DSC07877.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627384033763035698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. He is a strong Godly husband and to leads his family to walk in obedience to the Lord and to glorify the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. He has mad bowling skills!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. He has a  personal desire to know God and being obedient to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. He has a sweet ability to be in touch with my emotions just with a look and know when I need a break, need to be alone, or just need a glass of wine. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvYVjQ52TJw/ThiCTzK65mI/AAAAAAAAA4o/R2cJxOFjSb8/s1600/DSC07971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QvYVjQ52TJw/ThiCTzK65mI/AAAAAAAAA4o/R2cJxOFjSb8/s320/DSC07971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627391011064571490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. He is so patient when I am being emotional or just being crazy headed. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rgT9Jr2Ww/ThiDn8EIS8I/AAAAAAAAA4w/cWHaggWd6VM/s1600/IMG_0625.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j1rgT9Jr2Ww/ThiDn8EIS8I/AAAAAAAAA4w/cWHaggWd6VM/s320/IMG_0625.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627392456561019842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. He has a fun passion for playing and watching sports.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Love his ability to relate to people and speak truth into their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19Zoow9kG_Y/ThfPYAJnUFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/mYQ6rgzAwd8/s1600/168528_690069373668_38709207_37661358_240993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-19Zoow9kG_Y/ThfPYAJnUFI/AAAAAAAAA3w/mYQ6rgzAwd8/s320/168528_690069373668_38709207_37661358_240993_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627194270686859346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Love the passion he has for parenting Neela.  He is always thinking through and processing how we interact with her, how we discipline, and even how we introduce her to sports. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Thankful he has close guy friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-sw6FkhSMk/ThgvwETXY_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/qMXn4byZe5w/s1600/DSC08618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1-sw6FkhSMk/ThgvwETXY_I/AAAAAAAAA4Q/qMXn4byZe5w/s320/DSC08618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627300237234627570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Love your hotness!!  (that's a given)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79ajVIq8jBY/ThfP0w5u0JI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Djw8bvYqUMQ/s1600/n38709207_30698114_6117.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-79ajVIq8jBY/ThfP0w5u0JI/AAAAAAAAA4A/Djw8bvYqUMQ/s320/n38709207_30698114_6117.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627194764809916562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Love that he is a Lumberjack. :)  Thankful we met in college and have been through so many phases of life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6KTRvMcABU/ThgwchICM1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GGhih8p5xwg/s1600/DSC08747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-K6KTRvMcABU/ThgwchICM1I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/GGhih8p5xwg/s320/DSC08747.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627301000885973842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Love that he is a hard worker.  He is given difficult tasks and always figures them out.  I am always so impressed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Love your business skills!  Your ability to be able start a business www.austindogwalking.com  Totally boomin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Love how driven you are.  You know what you want, and strive hard toward the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Thankful for your tenderness and the quiet nights at home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Love how you support my chocolate addiction. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDgffxK10Bw/ThfPpZ1PFGI/AAAAAAAAA34/CxDqw1hkdn8/s1600/230073_770183783748_38709207_38241080_5022983_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BDgffxK10Bw/ThfPpZ1PFGI/AAAAAAAAA34/CxDqw1hkdn8/s320/230073_770183783748_38709207_38241080_5022983_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627194569638483042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Love how Neela loves putting her arm through his arm because you are so cuddly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Love when you sing kiddie songs to make Neela smile and just bring joy to her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Love that you love Taco Bueno.  It's the cutest thing ever b/c we don't have a Taco Bueno near us so it's a true treat to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Love the tender moments of you sharing God's truth with Neela through daily conversation and joyful moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Love your hugs.  They are the best!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Love your ability to have a good time.  You knows how to let loose and enjoy whatever the situation is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBUEkKnGTr8/ThiEuNLwUcI/AAAAAAAAA44/R1o3f8ZaHVE/s1600/IMG_0630.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VBUEkKnGTr8/ThiEuNLwUcI/AAAAAAAAA44/R1o3f8ZaHVE/s320/IMG_0630.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627393663747248578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. You are smokin!  Have I mentioned that yet.:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioA4smEe1-U/ThiFTc2hVII/AAAAAAAAA5A/z-HHa4kikKI/s1600/DSC08481.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ioA4smEe1-U/ThiFTc2hVII/AAAAAAAAA5A/z-HHa4kikKI/s320/DSC08481.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627394303608312962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Love that you speak wisdom to your family and friends around you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Love how you are so good at computer stuff.  So impressed by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Love your passion for Mexican Food!! It makes it easy to surprise you with a fun dinner. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Love when you make a decision, do a thorough job of researching and comparing about different brands.  I love how you share the info with me and discuss all the options.  it's so cute. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfjIPiVayBM/ThgvTlvfo5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/CkqAMCG8Tp4/s1600/DSC08788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hfjIPiVayBM/ThgvTlvfo5I/AAAAAAAAA4I/CkqAMCG8Tp4/s320/DSC08788.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627299747994772370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love that you married me.  I am one lucky girl and grateful you are my best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Tim!!  &lt;br /&gt;a&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-887500110586853660?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/887500110586853660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=887500110586853660' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/887500110586853660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/887500110586853660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/happy-birthday-tim.html' title='Happy Birthday Tim!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOWE77dS1AA/Thh79qsmijI/AAAAAAAAA4g/LurQAgsGKh0/s72-c/DSC07877.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7617264651576017137</id><published>2011-07-06T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-06T22:05:07.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornfest 2011</title><content type='html'>Family Tradition- Cornfest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 3rd Saturday of each June is Cornfest in my hometown.  This has been common knowledge my whole life. It's put on our calendar at the beginning of each year and we plan our events around it.  It's when my hometown blocks the downtown street so we can have corn cob games, kernel spitting contests, and vendors selling homemade crafts. A carnival is set up for the kids a few days in advance and the big day of Cornfest. We even have a street dance at night with a live band.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved growing up in a small town.  I don't think I would have said that as a child, but looking back I am thankful for the years.  Nothing can replace the feeling of going back each year and seeing the same faces I have come to know so well.  Even though I have been gone for 10 years, they treat me like I never left.  Tim and I have been going back each year since we have been married and now with our little one. It's such a joy to see my little girl doing the same traditions I did as a child. I love family traditions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEaE7oezhrA/ThUQ3jmwNGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/iFgz0-gid1o/s1600/DSC08650.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEaE7oezhrA/ThUQ3jmwNGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/iFgz0-gid1o/s320/DSC08650.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626421856105935970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting set up for the "big" Holland Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YoYeGs4pgo/ThUQcuu1XfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5zEnjwxFEnI/s1600/DSC08656.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8YoYeGs4pgo/ThUQcuu1XfI/AAAAAAAAA3g/5zEnjwxFEnI/s320/DSC08656.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626421395236150770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The horses were amazing in Neela's eyes.  She stared wide eyed and in amazement of how big they were.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqbdHaoLvlA/ThUPY25OgZI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/7ksjIMliues/s1600/DSC08664.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VqbdHaoLvlA/ThUPY25OgZI/AAAAAAAAA3Y/7ksjIMliues/s320/DSC08664.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626420229196120466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela made her first "Sand Man" at Cornfest. She had a blast pouring the sanding in the funnel to the glass bottle. Tim and I ended up helping her toward the end because she was taking so long. :)  The joy of an independent child. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfN7RV4jiuc/ThUO7AbwyXI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/A9rQnp3rHoM/s1600/DSC08668.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tfN7RV4jiuc/ThUO7AbwyXI/AAAAAAAAA3Q/A9rQnp3rHoM/s320/DSC08668.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626419716360817010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We spent our yearly Cornfest afternoon at Joey's, chilin. :)  It was fun this year because Neela was able to hang out and chill with Nayan and Sanjay. She always has so much fun with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUCN1uxt14/ThUOeBZDgLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yRJp_Rtp1gM/s1600/DSC08674.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-yyUCN1uxt14/ThUOeBZDgLI/AAAAAAAAA3I/yRJp_Rtp1gM/s320/DSC08674.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626419218401689778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father's Day with the grand kids.  My Dad was one happy camper! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7617264651576017137?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7617264651576017137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7617264651576017137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7617264651576017137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7617264651576017137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/07/cornfest-2011.html' title='Cornfest 2011'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-rEaE7oezhrA/ThUQ3jmwNGI/AAAAAAAAA3o/iFgz0-gid1o/s72-c/DSC08650.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3598719802171579128</id><published>2011-06-16T10:36:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-16T10:41:09.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not in Vain</title><content type='html'>This is a blog I follow and has been a HUGE blessing in my life.  This post was such an encouragement to me today.  Thankful the Lord lets us be a part of what he is doing in the lives of others around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the link to the actual post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gracecoversme.com/2011/06/30-days-of-encouragement-for-church_15.html"&gt;30 Days of Encouragement for the Church Planter's Wife: Day 3: Not In Vain&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;30 Days of Encouragement for the Church Planter's Wife:: Day 3:: Not In Vain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving.&lt;br /&gt;Opening your home.&lt;br /&gt;Initiating conversations.&lt;br /&gt;Being an outsider.&lt;br /&gt;Learning a culture.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting the neighbors.&lt;br /&gt;Hosting a playgroup.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting for coffee.&lt;br /&gt;Sharing the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;Raising support.&lt;br /&gt;Being disappointed when someone leaves.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for your husband.&lt;br /&gt;Creating the website.&lt;br /&gt;Making a meal.&lt;br /&gt;Setting up chairs.&lt;br /&gt;Leading a ministry.&lt;br /&gt;Encouraging a weary husband.&lt;br /&gt;Consoling the distraught.&lt;br /&gt;Carrying the burden.&lt;br /&gt;Discipling a young woman.&lt;br /&gt;Going to church alone.&lt;br /&gt;Asking questions.&lt;br /&gt;Remembering their name.&lt;br /&gt;Making the bulletin.&lt;br /&gt;Celebrating with others.&lt;br /&gt;Praying for the church.&lt;br /&gt;Serving the community.&lt;br /&gt;Meeting new people.&lt;br /&gt;Believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's the work of the church planter's wife.&lt;br /&gt;And when it's done in the name of the Lord, it is not in vain. My favorite verses tell me so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore (because He gives us the victory), my beloved brethren, be steadfast, immovable, always abounding in the work of the Lord, knowing that your labor is not in vain in the Lord." (1 Corinthians 15:58)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For God is not unjust to forget your work and labor of love which you have shown toward His name, in that you have ministered to the saints, and do minister." (Hebrews 6:10)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He sees and is pleased with you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3598719802171579128?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3598719802171579128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3598719802171579128' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3598719802171579128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3598719802171579128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/06/not-in-vain.html' title='Not in Vain'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-8424598850173680975</id><published>2011-06-03T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T15:49:38.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpZ-06xGB2g/TelHlK_VMqI/AAAAAAAAA28/rc8QeF960B8/s1600/230746_770183693928_38709207_38241078_163089_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpZ-06xGB2g/TelHlK_VMqI/AAAAAAAAA28/rc8QeF960B8/s320/230746_770183693928_38709207_38241078_163089_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614097114424750754" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't post enough of Daddy/Daughter time on this blog.  I need to keep a better log of that! :)  Tim does such a great job of spending one on one time with Neela and treating her like the joy and prize she is.  He brings her treats home (a few times a week), takes her to the park, introduces her to new things, and even this week took her to a water park all by himself. :)  What a man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so it was no Schlitterbahn, but it was in her eyes.  It's a water park in Round Rock that is perfect for her age.  She LOVED it!  She loves swimming and can actually do it really well by herself with the arm floaties.  She knows she needs to "kick, kick, kick". (it's a song we sing) He also bought her a snow cone after they swam and she loved that sugar!! :) I am so thankful for a man who loves spending time with his little girl and being an expression of God's love to her.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This action is even an expression of love to me because it gives me time to relax by the pool, run errands, or even sit with a good book.  It's funny how in our marriage (now being parents) how we express how we love each other.  Don't get me wrong, I still love one on one time, hugs, and special treats, but with being parents it can add a challenge in this area at times.  Tim knows me so well.  I mean, it's to the point he can finish my sentences or when he ask me something he will jokingly say back to me what my response will be.  And he's right! We laugh about that.  But he knows how I love my alone time and at times it's hard to have this with a sweet little one running around.  Thankful for Tim and him loving me well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-8424598850173680975?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8424598850173680975/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=8424598850173680975' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8424598850173680975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/8424598850173680975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/06/daddy-daughter-date.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PpZ-06xGB2g/TelHlK_VMqI/AAAAAAAAA28/rc8QeF960B8/s72-c/230746_770183693928_38709207_38241078_163089_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3716207263087283793</id><published>2011-05-28T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-02T11:37:49.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancer</title><content type='html'>A cute moment.  Last week we were listening to a cd from Neela's school with all the songs she sings at school.  I can't remember the exact song, but her and I were dancing to the song. By dancing I mean we were basically moving our hips and shoulders back and forth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, my little pro dancer decides I need to step it up a notch and tells me to turn around in circles.  When did not do it right away she said, "Mommy, turn around in circles!" So I obeyed. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "Mommy, kick your legs up and down."  So I proceeded to do as told.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she said "Stop."  When I did not stop she said, "Mommy, stop!!" And then we had to stand still even though the music was still playing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This story may not sound very funny written out, but the moment was hilarious!  I was laughing so hard.  She was basically telling me to do what they do at school. I love that she is so verbal now because I know what they say to her at school because she says the same things to her dolls, Elmo doll, and puppies.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As parents we have to be careful of how we talk to her and our dog because she does repeat what we say and how we say it.  God has put a desire in our hearts for her to see God in every aspect of our lives.  In our marriage, in our family life, in our discipline, with our friends, and the intentional relationships we have with people around us.  God has used a book called "Sheperding a Child's Heart", "Crazy Love" and my current book, "Parenting with Love and Logic" to give us practical ways of parenting and discipling.  Great books!  totally recommend them.  Book reviews to come soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another sweet moment that just came to mind.  Last night I was reading to her from her bible ("The Jesus Story Book Bible", another one i totally recommend) and we were reading about how Jesus calmed the storm.  It's funny because it shows a picture of Jesus sleeping and Neela could not get passed the idea of Jesus sleeping.  The story shared about how God cares for us and rescues us and she could not get past the idea of Jesus sleeping in the boat. I panicked a bit because I thought, "I don't want her to think Jesus sleeps and miss the truth that God cares for us and has rescued all of us from death!"  But we talked more about how God rescues us because he loves us more than I can show her and express to her. I know God is in control and sitrring her heart and I know I should not worry.  I have my moments of weakness. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We earnestly pray daily for her heart to know she is loved beyond what Mommy and Daddy can give and we pray she would be known as His.  thankful for the gift of children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3716207263087283793?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3716207263087283793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3716207263087283793' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3716207263087283793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3716207263087283793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/dancer.html' title='Dancer'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4484678705958074272</id><published>2011-05-25T11:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-25T11:26:29.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Control of all things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STW58T7q5MM/Td0tijAQ2KI/AAAAAAAAA20/yZgiO8cz_h0/s1600/nature-3-Beautiful-Free-Pictures.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STW58T7q5MM/Td0tijAQ2KI/AAAAAAAAA20/yZgiO8cz_h0/s320/nature-3-Beautiful-Free-Pictures.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610690782308653218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thankful you are in control of all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 104&lt;br /&gt; 1 "Praise the LORD, my soul. &lt;br /&gt;   LORD my God, you are very great; &lt;br /&gt;   you are clothed with splendor and majesty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 2 The LORD wraps himself in light as with a garment; &lt;br /&gt;   he stretches out the heavens like a tent &lt;br /&gt; 3 and lays the beams of his upper chambers on their waters. &lt;br /&gt;He makes the clouds his chariot &lt;br /&gt;   and rides on the wings of the wind. &lt;br /&gt;4 He makes winds his messengers,[a] &lt;br /&gt;   flames of fire his servants. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 He set the earth on its foundations; &lt;br /&gt;   it can never be moved. &lt;br /&gt;6 You covered it with the watery depths as with a garment; &lt;br /&gt;   the waters stood above the mountains. &lt;br /&gt;7 But at your rebuke the waters fled, &lt;br /&gt;   at the sound of your thunder they took to flight; &lt;br /&gt;8 they flowed over the mountains, &lt;br /&gt;   they went down into the valleys, &lt;br /&gt;   to the place you assigned for them. &lt;br /&gt;9 You set a boundary they cannot cross; &lt;br /&gt;   never again will they cover the earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 10 He makes springs pour water into the ravines; &lt;br /&gt;   it flows between the mountains. &lt;br /&gt;11 They give water to all the beasts of the field; &lt;br /&gt;   the wild donkeys quench their thirst. &lt;br /&gt;12 The birds of the sky nest by the waters; &lt;br /&gt;   they sing among the branches. &lt;br /&gt;13 He waters the mountains from his upper chambers; &lt;br /&gt;   the land is satisfied by the fruit of his work. &lt;br /&gt;14 He makes grass grow for the cattle, &lt;br /&gt;   and plants for people to cultivate— &lt;br /&gt;   bringing forth food from the earth: &lt;br /&gt;15 wine that gladdens human hearts, &lt;br /&gt;   oil to make their faces shine, &lt;br /&gt;   and bread that sustains their hearts. &lt;br /&gt;16 The trees of the LORD are well watered, &lt;br /&gt;   the cedars of Lebanon that he planted. &lt;br /&gt;17 There the birds make their nests; &lt;br /&gt;   the stork has its home in the junipers. &lt;br /&gt;18 The high mountains belong to the wild goats; &lt;br /&gt;   the crags are a refuge for the hyrax. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 19 He made the moon to mark the seasons, &lt;br /&gt;   and the sun knows when to go down. &lt;br /&gt;20 You bring darkness, it becomes night, &lt;br /&gt;   and all the beasts of the forest prowl. &lt;br /&gt;21 The lions roar for their prey &lt;br /&gt;   and seek their food from God. &lt;br /&gt;22 The sun rises, and they steal away; &lt;br /&gt;   they return and lie down in their dens. &lt;br /&gt;23 Then people go out to their work, &lt;br /&gt;   to their labor until evening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 24 How many are your works, LORD! &lt;br /&gt;   In wisdom you made them all; &lt;br /&gt;   the earth is full of your creatures. &lt;br /&gt;25 There is the sea, vast and spacious, &lt;br /&gt;   teeming with creatures beyond number— &lt;br /&gt;   living things both large and small. &lt;br /&gt;26 There the ships go to and fro, &lt;br /&gt;   and Leviathan, which you formed to frolic there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 27 All creatures look to you &lt;br /&gt;   to give them their food at the proper time. &lt;br /&gt;28 When you give it to them, &lt;br /&gt;   they gather it up; &lt;br /&gt;when you open your hand, &lt;br /&gt;   they are satisfied with good things. &lt;br /&gt;29 When you hide your face, &lt;br /&gt;   they are terrified; &lt;br /&gt;when you take away their breath, &lt;br /&gt;   they die and return to the dust. &lt;br /&gt;30 When you send your Spirit, &lt;br /&gt;   they are created, &lt;br /&gt;   and you renew the face of the ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 31 May the glory of the LORD endure forever; &lt;br /&gt;   may the LORD rejoice in his works— &lt;br /&gt;32 he who looks at the earth, and it trembles, &lt;br /&gt;   who touches the mountains, and they smoke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 33 I will sing to the LORD all my life; &lt;br /&gt;   I will sing praise to my God as long as I live. &lt;br /&gt;34 May my meditation be pleasing to him, &lt;br /&gt;   as I rejoice in the LORD. &lt;br /&gt;35 But may sinners vanish from the earth &lt;br /&gt;   and the wicked be no more. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Praise the LORD, my soul. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Praise the LORD."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4484678705958074272?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4484678705958074272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4484678705958074272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4484678705958074272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4484678705958074272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/control-of-all-things.html' title='Control of all things'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-STW58T7q5MM/Td0tijAQ2KI/AAAAAAAAA20/yZgiO8cz_h0/s72-c/nature-3-Beautiful-Free-Pictures.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5194364296796688843</id><published>2011-05-13T21:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-17T14:40:58.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 2nd Birthday!</title><content type='html'>What a special moment.  It's funny because when N turned 1 year old it was anticipated, planned, and momentous.  N turning 2 years old has been all that plus... a bit of a surprise.  What I mean is, it came way too fast.  She was such a fun 1 year old full of joy, personality, and a learning sponge.  To see her invitation from her 1st year b-day party to her 2nd year birthday party invitation, she is so big!  My baby girl is no longer a baby, but a big toddler/kid.  She talks in full sentences, wants to do everything on her own (and can actually do a few things by herself, and is our personal repeating parrot.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for our time with her and we cherish every moment.  She is definitely starting to test her independence and we are seeing her rebellious heart because we can relate to it perfectly.  It's funny how so many ways I can relate specificially to her not trusting us as her parents who have her best interest and love her so much. Man, so many times this is how I respond to God. I am not saying it's right, I am just stating where my heart is sometimes and I have to fix my eyes on Him and not on things of this world. I pray often for God to be glorified in me in my weaknesses to Neela.  She would see us daily putting our trust in the Lord's faithful hands to lead us, strengthen us in Him, and to share his love with her and others around us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is our bundle of joy and I cannot wait what this year holds for us.  We enjoyed celebrating her birthday yesterday.  I had planned a fun filled day of outdoor activities such as a playground, swimming, and going to Kiddie Acres, but due to the pouring down rain, we spent most of the day inside. :) We started the morning as a family at Chick fil a for a fun breakfast out.  Well, she did not eat very much, but did play hard on the playground. :) Then her and I came home and read a few books, did a few puzzles, and colored.  We then ate lunch, she napped, and then picked up her new table from Nana and Nani.  We spent the evening at Gattiland with Nana and Nani eating pizza and playing games.  She LOVED it!  She could play alot of games, but she loved the Jarassic Park game with the gun. Weird I know, but she was fascinated. ;0 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun, memorable day.  We love being her Daddy and Mommy and are soaking in every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnBmR9Qkh_M/TdLPMHk4NII/AAAAAAAAA2s/P_26L9T0gaw/s1600/229503_770187785728_38709207_38241163_5924718_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnBmR9Qkh_M/TdLPMHk4NII/AAAAAAAAA2s/P_26L9T0gaw/s320/229503_770187785728_38709207_38241163_5924718_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607772293128795266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics from my sister's camera:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4JUHYrbLCA/TdLMJozSerI/AAAAAAAAA10/g976SyGnlFA/s1600/227818_10150601422310587_685415586_18686215_5077619_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4JUHYrbLCA/TdLMJozSerI/AAAAAAAAA10/g976SyGnlFA/s320/227818_10150601422310587_685415586_18686215_5077619_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607768951973116594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our special birthday girl with her cupcake!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ck_RMp8jsiI/TdLMVXzRdGI/AAAAAAAAA18/A5ZG_jktyUQ/s1600/226996_10150601419385587_685415586_18686110_8073920_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ck_RMp8jsiI/TdLMVXzRdGI/AAAAAAAAA18/A5ZG_jktyUQ/s320/226996_10150601419385587_685415586_18686110_8073920_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607769153568076898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sugar table!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reo0MN7Bgb4/TdLMfq8LfmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/13GC4LdE1oI/s1600/224209_10150601420670587_685415586_18686155_4666911_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-reo0MN7Bgb4/TdLMfq8LfmI/AAAAAAAAA2E/13GC4LdE1oI/s320/224209_10150601420670587_685415586_18686155_4666911_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607769330504400482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing the music game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMR3_OBG2aE/TdLMoSnBLlI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BnS4KCeNIcE/s1600/225075_10150601427200587_685415586_18686333_5696865_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eMR3_OBG2aE/TdLMoSnBLlI/AAAAAAAAA2M/BnS4KCeNIcE/s320/225075_10150601427200587_685415586_18686333_5696865_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607769478592015954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playing pin the flower on Dora.  Neela was the only kid who could do this game without the blindfold due to her being the birthday girl.  (also she didn't quite get the game. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRPmRMYEizA/TdLM82JIX2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Vd7clpB-Im4/s1600/229425_10150601419250587_685415586_18686104_2157453_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-eRPmRMYEizA/TdLM82JIX2I/AAAAAAAAA2U/Vd7clpB-Im4/s320/229425_10150601419250587_685415586_18686104_2157453_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607769831727718242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can't quite see the table, but this is the beautiful table and chairs from my parents.  Neela loves this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCodrAYTUIQ/TdLNM357toI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZkxE-0JbJp4/s1600/230905_10150601419785587_685415586_18686128_1310334_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VCodrAYTUIQ/TdLNM357toI/AAAAAAAAA2c/ZkxE-0JbJp4/s320/230905_10150601419785587_685415586_18686128_1310334_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607770107078751874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With her cousin Sanjay.  She loves spending time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P90-jB4Egr8/TdLO6d-Nn4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ksQNz8HS5sM/s1600/230200_770188065168_38709207_38241168_3099480_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P90-jB4Egr8/TdLO6d-Nn4I/AAAAAAAAA2k/ksQNz8HS5sM/s320/230200_770188065168_38709207_38241168_3099480_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607771989902991234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 2nd Birthday to our sweet baby girl!  We love you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5194364296796688843?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5194364296796688843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5194364296796688843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5194364296796688843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5194364296796688843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/happy-2nd-birthday.html' title='Happy 2nd Birthday!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rnBmR9Qkh_M/TdLPMHk4NII/AAAAAAAAA2s/P_26L9T0gaw/s72-c/229503_770187785728_38709207_38241163_5924718_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5065897522731393499</id><published>2011-05-06T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T22:33:44.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7vPQYCZPg/TcS9X48lvDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/C7rUs7lVKrc/s1600/DSC08300.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7vPQYCZPg/TcS9X48lvDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/C7rUs7lVKrc/s320/DSC08300.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603812054476897330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim has been away at the &lt;a href="http://www.advance2011.com/"&gt;Advance Conference&lt;/a&gt;  since Tuesday.  Ok, I know it's only been 4 days but I freakin miss him!!  In a few hours he will be here in my arms, can't wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so reminded of how thankful he is my husband and my best friend.  These past few days I have realized how much I need him and how much he serves me on a daily basis.  Not that Neela is a hard kid, but it's a lot to do all by yourself morning and night.  We usually tag team it so I was a bit exhausted in the evenings after I put her to bed. And taking care of our dog is a task. So thankful for my servant heart man!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much longer!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5065897522731393499?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5065897522731393499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5065897522731393499' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5065897522731393499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5065897522731393499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/05/apart.html' title='Apart'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9b7vPQYCZPg/TcS9X48lvDI/AAAAAAAAA1s/C7rUs7lVKrc/s72-c/DSC08300.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4873263596819079606</id><published>2011-05-05T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-05T22:03:02.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>23 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmIHBQ-2V-E/TcNkpHCLFxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/IbMfbZCa97U/s1600/216329_764470104008_38709207_38164064_7794267_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fmIHBQ-2V-E/TcNkpHCLFxI/AAAAAAAAA1c/IbMfbZCa97U/s320/216329_764470104008_38709207_38164064_7794267_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5603433018804606738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost 2 years old!  She is 2 years old going on 10 years old!  She is little Miss Independent.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here are a few fun Neela facts from this month:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- During bath time one night she was singing "Twinkle Twinkle little Star" so I joined in singing with her and she stopped singing and said, "Mommy, stop.  My turn." ... and continued singing!?!  I was shocked, little miss independent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Runner. Everywhere she goes she runs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One day in the car she heard the song "Firework" by Katy Perry and she now walks around the house singing this song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She has officially turned into a picky eater.  She is still eating healthy food, but just not currently a big variety.  we're working on it. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Once again, all girl.  She loves her hair in a pony tail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is big on ownership.  If she sees our phone or her bows and says takes it to that person and tells them this is their belonging.  She kind of freaks out if someone tries to take someone elses belonging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is learning all kinds of new songs at school and sings them.  Shark song and something else... but sorry I can't remeber it at this moment.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves swimming.  She can spend hours in the water with her floaties and mommy or daddy by her side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One night at my sister in law's home she did not sleep very well so Tim and I rocked her, hummed to her, cuddled her, and tried to get her to sleep with us.  (none of it worked) Well, a night later after we came back home I saw Neela in her crib doing the same thing with her baby doll!  She was softly talking to her doll, rocking her, and covered the baby with her blanket. So sweet!  She is such a copy cat!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves her baby doll.  She carries her everywhere and feeds the baby her food and washes the babies face and hands with baby wipes.  She even tried to teach her doll to go potty and the doll half fell in the potty.  (The doll had to have a bath... in the the washer :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Really enjoyed easter egg hunting at school and at our church.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We love you Neela and are thankful for the gift you are.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4873263596819079606?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4873263596819079606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4873263596819079606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4873263596819079606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Church&lt;/a&gt;.  I am not the best teacher, I have a hard time connecting with kids and I'm not super creative.  But what I know what God has given me is... a heart for children to know who God is.  God has given me a desire for kids to know they are loved beyond any type of love from a human, their life has meaning and a purpose, and they are precious and delighted in by God.  I am not elegant with my words and often time have difficulty verbally expressing what I am trying to say.  But I trust God is using me in my weakness.  "But he said to me, &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness." Therefore I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may rest upon me." 2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow the lesson is titled "Wise and Foolish Builders".  The verses we are focusing on are &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Matthew 7:21-23.  &lt;br /&gt;"Everyone then who hears these words of mine and does them will be like a wise man who built his house on the rock, And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and bear on that house, but it did not fall, because it had been founded on the rock.  And everyone who hears these words of mine and does not do them will be like a foolish man who built his house on the sand.  And the rain fell, and the floods came, and the winds blew and beat against that house, and it fell, and great was the fall of it."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying for these kids to understand Who is the Rock.  Jesus is the rock and foundation of our lives. We are sinners, dead in our sins, separated from the our loving God.  Jesus is God who came to earth, lived a perfect life and died on a cross to be the ultimate sacrifice for ours sins past, present, and future. He conquered death and lives forever. We can experience an unconditional love and forgiveness. We can walk in freedom.  "Through him we have also obtained access by faith into this grace in which we stand, and we rejoice in hope of the glory of God." Romans 5:2&lt;br /&gt;What is the Sand.  When we don't place our faith in this truth and we are trusting ourselves to fulfill all our needs and doing what we think is best.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a storm comes in our lives and situations and emotions are spinning out of control, Jesus is our foundation.  He will calm the storm and our feet are on solid ground.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lord is my rock and my fortress and my deliverer, my God, my rock, in whom I take refuge, my shield, and the horn of my salvation, my stronghold."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 18:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praying God will use me for His glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7492967383273578331?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7492967383273578331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7492967383273578331' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7492967383273578331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7492967383273578331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/rock.html' title='Rock'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2wSU4DJF2BQ/TapxHTKOSKI/AAAAAAAAA1U/VIgML1kuEIk/s72-c/Big-rock-nature.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7566462626881815199</id><published>2011-04-08T10:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-10T22:39:21.259-05:00</updated><title type='text'>22 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpq6a-N449Y/TaJ04IxxWxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qCGUOmOrIHY/s1600/5d2a083d61c94f318a5180494ce55b85_7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpq6a-N449Y/TaJ04IxxWxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qCGUOmOrIHY/s320/5d2a083d61c94f318a5180494ce55b85_7.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594162194925312786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe Neela is almost 2 years old! This is such a fun developing time.  She is such a sweet girl and we are loving every minute. She is like a little sponge soaking in everything new around her.  Disciplining has been a challenge for me.  So many times I am so hesitant to spank her but when I do everything changes. (We spank by gently tapping her arm with a wooden spoon. she usually does not cry but knows it means she has done something wrong) Tim is better at being consistent than I am.  She knows what "obey" and "disobey" means.  So glad he does this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Here are a few fun facts about Neela this month:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When we ask her to do something like bring us a book to read to her, throw something in the trash, or clean up she says, "Ok, Mommy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- When Daddy, Mommy, or Rocky (our dog) are in her space she will push us and say "Go away".  (we are currently addressing this. :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She likes to feed her doll and my little ponies her food or snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She randomly during the day will close her eyes and pray a prayer we say together at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves when people come over.  She gets so excited and is the center of attention. She will show her toys and just run around.  It's hiliarious and so entertaining. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- During bath time she wants Mommy to sit down on the tub and she will wash my feet and legs.  Yes I am pampered by my husband and my daughter! hee! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Her favorite songs right now are: Twinkle Twinkle Little Star, ABC, Old McDonald, Jesus loves me, I love you Lord, Good Morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves all her friends at school and at church.  She says, "Yibber Yabber (friend's name inserted here) Yibber Yabber  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves telling our dog: "So cute" "Go Away" "Sit" "Eat"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She is a talker. Neela loves to look you in the eye and just share her heart.... or gossip, not sure which one it is yet. :)  But right now I just smile and nod my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She can count to 10 in three languages: english, spanish and hindi.  (almost to 20 in english with assistance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One day when I picked her up from montessori school, in her classroom she colored a picture of a tomato.  She pointed at the picture and said, "Tomato".  I said "Good job!"  And she said a few things in Neela language, moved her hand around as she talked, cocked her head to the side, crinkled her nose and then said "Apple".  HA!!  She was saying she thought it looked like an apple!  I was laughing my head off!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I sing, "Go Neela Go Neela Go" and she dances/skips around and says "Go Neela"  I laugh so hard I can't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;POTTY TRAINING!!!&lt;/span&gt; She totally took the initiative on this one.  One evening she did not have a diaper on, had to go. She said, "Can't hold" so I put her on the potty and that is where it all started!!  We made up a song for her after she goes and we give her a cookie.  She loves it! Now she can tell us when she has to go potty.  We still have a long way to go (bedtime, out in public, school) but it's a start!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is such a sweetie and blessing. So thankful for the privilege of being her parents!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7566462626881815199?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7566462626881815199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7566462626881815199' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7566462626881815199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7566462626881815199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/04/22-months.html' title='22 Months'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Bpq6a-N449Y/TaJ04IxxWxI/AAAAAAAAA1M/qCGUOmOrIHY/s72-c/5d2a083d61c94f318a5180494ce55b85_7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5359891297587572932</id><published>2011-02-27T16:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T18:06:56.079-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Half Marathon</title><content type='html'>Last Sunday was a memorable day for me.  I ran the 2011 Armstrong Half Marathon.  It was so fun!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 2010 I ran the Capital 10k which at that time a huge step for me.  I have always enjoyed running like 3 to 4 miles several times a week but never really pushed myself to do more.  So when the Capital 10k came around I thought this would be a good goal for me to work toward.  So I did and it was great.  It was so fun.  There were tons of people dressed up in characters, parents pushing baby strollers, and even people walking.  It was a fun Austin experience.  Running 6 miles with the little prepping I did and just having the adrenaline kick in made me want to push myself more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that experience, I decided to prepare to run a half marathon (13.1 miles).  The next half marathon in Austin was February 2011.  What!?!  That just seemed like forever away from April 2010.  But I decided I would do it! ;) So I started running and prepping my self early.  But has time went on and the weather got colder, my running lessened.  By the time December came around I was hardly running once a week.  Definitely not good prepping for a half marathon. :) So in January Tim and I were talking about the tailgate our church was doing for the Armstrong Marathon.  He knew I really wanted to run the half but was not feeling completely prepared.  We decided I could do with intense training in these few weeks before the run. So that's what I did. I was slowed down a bit with the freezing days here in Texas but pressed on as much as I could.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's a little prep before we get to the run. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So run morning, I wake up at 4:45am, get ready, drink a whole bottle of water, and eat 2 pieces of toast.  My 5:30am I am on the road and parked downtown by 6:00am.  The run started at 7am so I was a hour early.  Hmmm, what to do now.  The plan was to use the bathroom one more time before the race, but I ended up not doing that.  I talked to a few girls for a few minutes, read my bible, and stretched a bit.  At 6:40am I walk toward the Capital to the starting line.  What a rush. There were thousands of people stretching, talking, and prepping for the run.  It was so fun to be a part of such a cool event in Austin.  The mayor of Austin and Lance Armstrong spoke and we sang the national anthem. Again, what a rush.  So the race begins... mind you I had to go to the bathroom so 30 seconds in I stopped at the first portable. ;)  Yes, a portable someone had left a stinky gift, I was not very excited about and no toilet paper. yes, not very excited about either. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after that I was off for the long haul.  I set my ipod on my iphone to listen to Flyleaf and then a few messages from Matt Chandler on Habakkuk.  Listening to Flyleaf at the beginning was great for "pumping up" music. I enjoy listening to podcasts during long runs because it takes my mind off what I am doing and gets my mind thinking about God and other things. I love listening to Matt Chandler's messages but I don't think I realized how much he raising and lowers his voice until you are trying to run for a LONG time without adjusting the volume on your ipod. That was a little hard to try to run and adjust the volume every few minutes, but well worth it of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how God speaks to us at the mos&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;t random times. A few things that stood out to me was the importance of seeking God.  "KNOCK and the door will be opened to you, SEEK and you will find".&lt;/span&gt;  I was reminded of the how seeking is active. It's not just praying but actively seeking the open door God wants to you go through.  Also he talked about the importance of when you are going through a hard time and know God is in control but it's hard to see it... we have to ABIDE in him. Abide meaning rest in Him.  Know who he is, read his word and SEEK Him. God has laid this on my heart a few weeks back as I've been planning and coordinating our Ladies Coffee Talk for our church,&lt;a href="http://northvillagechurch.com"&gt;North Village Church&lt;/a&gt; . I was holding back tears as I'm running.  I know, it's hard to keep steady breathing when you are choked up with tears. :) We've just been thinking through a few decision and options in our life and this is exactly what I needed to know.  SEEK Him and Abide in Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been running for an hour and a half just truckin along and I received a text from Tim that said, "U r awesome, you can do this".  What a sweet man.  That gave me an extra push and skip to my run. :) Toward the end of the run was definitely the hardest.(of course)  Most of the run I didn't know what mile I was at I just kept running.  At mile 10 we had a marker letting us know. So I am thinking "Ok 3 more miles, I can do this" so I picked up my speed a bit.  Not realizing I am running 10 minute miles so that is 30 minutes.  I was going strong until we had 2 CRAZY long hills toward the end of the run. It sucked that it worked out that way on the course, but that's how it was.  That was really hard for me, but I pressed on.  Probably at the beginning of my last mile the talk I was listening to ended.  So I didn't want to start a whole new talk so I switched it back to Flyleaf.  It was nice to finish to "pumping up" music.  It definitely gave me jump to my run.  I sprinted the last 100 meters and finished strong.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thoughts through my head.  I did it!!  I ran a half marathon!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful God giving me strength and for Tim's support and encouragement.  Tim was so proud.  He wanted me to wear my medal all day and my 2011 Marathon shirt I got at the finish line.  It was so cute. :) I think Neela was proud too, she was just a little overwhelmed with all the people and commotion.  She stayed by my side after the race but didn't say anything for the first 10 minutes.  Or I might have been stinky. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun experience.  I have no desire to run a full marathon. Definitely respect people who do, just not sure if I want to train and pursue running right now.  I am looking to start a new type of workout.  I am looking into yoga or pilates.  I have been running since I was in high school, time for something new.  I'll keep you updated. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5359891297587572932?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5359891297587572932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5359891297587572932' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5359891297587572932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5359891297587572932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/02/half-marathon.html' title='Half Marathon'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2719795678552511480</id><published>2011-02-06T10:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-06T15:08:10.612-06:00</updated><title type='text'>20 Months Old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TU7Qmhq_M5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Izi1AxIe6Gw/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TU7Qmhq_M5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Izi1AxIe6Gw/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570619149396161426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe Neela is 20 months old.  What a fun time it has been spending time with her and seeing the world through her eyes.  Ok, just to warn you, I am an emotional gal. :)  I was telling Tim the other day how sad it is that Neela is no longer a baby, she's a toddler/kid.  She has grown so fast.  But Tim reminded me that we have embraced and savored every moment with her.  We have enjoyed every laugh, every hug, every milestone, and every new word.  Whether it's a word we want her to repeat or not. :)  I love this stage.  Everything is so exciting, even throwing trash away in the trash can. :) (my little helper) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A few cute things she says or does right now:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Tells our dog Rocky &lt;em&gt;"Bless you&lt;/em&gt;" when he sneezes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- (Tim loves this...) When she says Stickers she says &lt;em&gt;"Stickuuurs"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- At night when we lay her down she picks out 2 books to go in the crib with her.  So before she goes to bed she reads them and sings the "Elmo's Riding" song.  It's so sweet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- In the morning she usually stays in her crib for a little while just talking to herself or her toys :) and sometimes practices names: Mommy, Daddy, Nana, Nani, Paw Paw, MiMi, Mark, Reese, Josie (her friends from school).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Also at night when I lay her down, my routine is to rock her for a minute and sing "I love you Lord" and then we say a prayer together.  Well, lately I see her randomly squint her eyes (I guess I squint my eyes sometimes when i pray) and say some jibberish and then say Amen.  It's so cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Loves animals and her favorite one right now is a duck.  She flaps her arms and says &lt;em&gt;"quack, quack"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She will get on my back and try to peek around my head so I can scare her.  (she enjoys the little moments :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- All girl: She loves necklaces, bracelets, bows, and purses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She loves dancing to Kelly Clarkson.  She will come to me and say "dance" meaning, go turn on the music so we can get down. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a small glimpse into the life of my sweet girl! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2719795678552511480?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2719795678552511480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2719795678552511480' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2719795678552511480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2719795678552511480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/02/i-cant-believe-neela-is-20-months-old.html' title='20 Months Old'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TU7Qmhq_M5I/AAAAAAAAA1E/Izi1AxIe6Gw/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1859311168093404126</id><published>2011-01-30T14:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-30T14:56:10.467-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The More I Seek You</title><content type='html'>Last week Tim found the song, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LZfsxydxEXA"&gt;"The more I seek you"&lt;/a&gt;by Kari Jobe.  I remember singing this song in college at our college church service and how powerful the words were/are.  It took all within recently not to break down in tears... in a good way.  Below are the lyrics, but this song starts out, &lt;em&gt;"The more I seek you, the more I find you.... the more I find you, the more I love you".&lt;/em&gt;  I just love that.  God is not hiding from us, He is waiting for us to look to Him... to rest in Him... to experience His love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone grew up with different life experiences which lead them to understand God in a certain way.  Alot of times I am finding it's been a negative experience of legalism, not being good enough, or misinterpretation of who God is.  The truth is, The more we seek Him through His Word (the bible), the more we find Him... a true understanding of who He is.  Not what our parents taught us as children, not who our culture says He is, but a true, loving, gracious God that the bible teaches.  &lt;em&gt;The more we find Him, the more we love Him.&lt;/em&gt;  When God reveals himself to you&lt;em&gt;(Roman 3:11 "there is no one who understands; there is no one who seeks God", Luke 19:10 "For the Son of Man came to seek and to save the lost.”) &lt;/em&gt;It's all you can do... love Him.  When we know who God truly is, you can't help but be thankful that a powerful, humble God loves us in all our imperfection, bitterness, and brokeness. God is not expecting us to be perfect or to obey a list of do's and don'ts.  He desires for us to recognize our need for a Savior and to know we are dead in our sin and can only experience true freedom and life in Christ.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"One thing I ask from the LORD, this only do I seek: that I may dwell in the house of the LORD all the days of my life, to gaze on the beauty of the LORD and to seek him in his temple."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 27:4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For everyone who asks receives; the one who seeks finds; and to the one who knocks, the door will be opened."&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 7:8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i seek you,&lt;br /&gt;the more i find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i find you, &lt;br /&gt;the more I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and breath, &lt;br /&gt;hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep, &lt;br /&gt;it's more than I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i seek you,&lt;br /&gt;the more i find you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The more i find you, &lt;br /&gt;the more I love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and breath, &lt;br /&gt;hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep, &lt;br /&gt;it's more than I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and breath, &lt;br /&gt;hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep, &lt;br /&gt;it's more than I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your peace, it's overwhelming &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanna sit at your feet&lt;br /&gt;drink from the cup in your hand.&lt;br /&gt;Lay back against you and breath, &lt;br /&gt;hear your heart beat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love is so deep, &lt;br /&gt;it's more than I can stand.&lt;br /&gt;I melt in your peace..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1859311168093404126?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1859311168093404126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1859311168093404126' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1859311168093404126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1859311168093404126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/01/more-i-seek-you.html' title='The More I Seek You'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7727961600977291974</id><published>2011-01-11T22:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-15T19:10:43.456-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>It's funny when you are going through a storm in your life, sometimes you don't recognize it as a storm until you are coming out of it.  We moved to Austin a little over a year and a half ago and man, it was such an exciting time, but such a hard time in our lives. Tim had just graduated from seminary, we had our first child 2 days later, became parents, moved to Austin, helped start a new church (&lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com"&gt;North Village Church&lt;/a&gt;), started an apartment ministry at our complex, Tim started a new &lt;a href="http://www.austindogwalking.com"&gt;dog walking business&lt;/a&gt; and worked for the church part time, experienced the loss of my close cousin, and we started all over with community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, crazy to list it all like that.  Needless to say, lots of transitions at one time. Tim has always been conscious of spreading out our transitions in life, but this was out of his control. At the time, all of this played a toll on our personal life, our marriage and our involvement in the lives of others.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were moments of feeling overwhelmed and inadequate in my role as a wife, a mother, a pastor's wife, a leader of an apartment ministry, and the list continues. God used that season in my life to soften my heart and open my eyes to reveal this sweet truth... God alone will satisfy.  God never promised life would be perfect, but He did promise He would ALWAYS be there. I am so thankful for a husband who is a constant encouragement, God follower, and the stable decision maker. We knew God called us to this place and to trust He is taking care of us and He alone will sustain us.  Did I see this from the get-go? Capital N-O.  I knew the idea of God being our true satisfaction to be true, but did not trust this to be true in my life at all times.  I tried to do so much out of my own strength and ability and would just fail.  How draining this was. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"I sought the LORD, and he answered me; &lt;br /&gt;  he delivered me from all my fears. "&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:4&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God was telling me to run to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Taste and see that the LORD is good; blessed &lt;br /&gt;is the one who takes refuge in him" &lt;br /&gt;Psalm 34:8.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I memorized this verse years ago, but it comes up so often in my life.  I have tasted and seen the Lord is good.  I am blessed when I take refuge in Him because He desires for me to know He is my protector who is faithful and good. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful God is living and active.  He loves me so much.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all go through different seasons in life.  Some are short, some are long, some are never ending.  No matter what it is, God is good.  He is faithful.  &lt;em&gt;"being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus." Philippians 1:6&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through this crazy season has been a transforming time -opening the eyes of my heart to the beauty of the Lord.  Having a sweet marriage with a gentle, tender man, mothering a beautiful toddler girl, sharing with other ladies my life and story, and being encouraged by God's Word has helped me be thankful for the time I have been given with my family and friends.  We are not promised tomorrow and need to embrace every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our lives have slowed down tremendously and we are out of the storm for now. I am now able to see how God alone sustained us and satisfied us in hard and sweet times.  So thankful for this "golden nugget" of truth.  Thankful for a God who loves me in my weakness.  When I am weak, He is strong.  I know this to be so true in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt; “Therefore I am now going to allure her; &lt;br /&gt;   I will lead her into the wilderness &lt;br /&gt;   and speak tenderly to her."&lt;br /&gt;Hosea 2:14&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be encouraged, sometimes God leads us to the desert so He can speak tenderly to us and reveal His sweet love to us. He alone will satisfy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7727961600977291974?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7727961600977291974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7727961600977291974' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7727961600977291974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7727961600977291974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2011/01/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-8158274114075794970</id><published>2011-01-09T14:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T14:56:37.671-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>Christmas this year was so fun.  It's always fun with my love and me, but it was definitely fun when you had a child.  The joy of sharing the reason for Christmas, gift giving, and family traditions.  It's been such a joyous season.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are the Christmas gifts Neela took to school for her class.  Her gifts for the teachers were Christmas blankets with a creative card.  Neela was so excited. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSobtski2xI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DtZIsZL4zJI/s1600/167372_690068769878_38709207_37661333_4436673_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSobtski2xI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DtZIsZL4zJI/s320/167372_690068769878_38709207_37661333_4436673_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560287161814801170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We enjoyed Austin Christmas festivities and had fun in the great semi-warm weather during Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSocJxhWzOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Jstl7WZ3jpw/s1600/168495_690069403608_38709207_37661360_6326056_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSocJxhWzOI/AAAAAAAAAz4/Jstl7WZ3jpw/s320/168495_690069403608_38709207_37661360_6326056_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560287644179942626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course we had to have a Daddy/Daughter shot.  She loves her daddy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSocfJ7FaOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1I_Ln6C7LIM/s1600/168528_690069373668_38709207_37661358_240993_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSocfJ7FaOI/AAAAAAAAA0A/1I_Ln6C7LIM/s320/168528_690069373668_38709207_37661358_240993_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560288011507558626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas morning: Hilarious... So Neela found a bag of marshmellows in the pantry and took the liberty to open the bag and start her own breakfast.  So as we were getting ready in the bathroom, she sat down on the bathroom floor eating until we headed to the living room to open gifts.  Before I tried to steal them from her, she stuffed her mouth full.  It was so funny!  Where do they learn these things! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSocyY237wI/AAAAAAAAA0I/l6L6zJWWtpA/s1600/168135_690069737938_38709207_37661376_5920576_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSocyY237wI/AAAAAAAAA0I/l6L6zJWWtpA/s320/168135_690069737938_38709207_37661376_5920576_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560288341933944578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was Neela's favorite Christmas gift Christmas morning... ELMO DOLL!!  Wow was she pumped.  She carried that sucker around all morning with her and still does.  He sings ABC's and she definitely getting great at her alphabet song.  We are working on recognizing the letters. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSodduURGsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/FLuYp6mBowQ/s1600/165664_690069942528_38709207_37661388_3599058_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSodduURGsI/AAAAAAAAA0Q/FLuYp6mBowQ/s320/165664_690069942528_38709207_37661388_3599058_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560289086428748482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I think doing Christmas gifts and Christmas stocking all in one day is way too much for a 1 1/2 yr old.  She was not as interested in her stocking at first, but then got excited when she saw the SILLY BANDS!! This girl is all girl.  She loves jewelery and purses.  So she put these suckers on that morning and wore them until her naptime.  So funny. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSod47sktgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Wvnph7sCe6M/s1600/167222_690069967478_38709207_37661389_7809335_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSod47sktgI/AAAAAAAAA0Y/Wvnph7sCe6M/s320/167222_690069967478_38709207_37661389_7809335_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560289553876825602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas Day evening we went to Shubhra's home (my sister) and had a big celebration with my extended family.  It was really fun, full of food, games, and laughing. :)  Of course Neela gave Sanjay plenty of hugs while we were there.  She loves spending time with her cousins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSoekVP8tmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pnBaSCYtnhA/s1600/168507_690070316778_38709207_37661404_5449039_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSoekVP8tmI/AAAAAAAAA0g/pnBaSCYtnhA/s320/168507_690070316778_38709207_37661404_5449039_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290299470460514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hilarious story!  Ok, so Tim's dad (aka Paw Paw) dressed up as Santa Claus at Shubhra's Christmas party.  Normally, Neela is terrified of Santa and will not go near him, but this time when Santa came down the stairs she was waiting at the end of the stairs for Santa to be before her.  When Santa looked down at her she said, &lt;br /&gt;"Paw Paw!"  She was not tricked by the costume and knew Paw Paw right away.  It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSofJSO_SGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DobI7k-sOcE/s1600/167166_690070546318_38709207_37661416_4765008_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSofJSO_SGI/AAAAAAAAA0o/DobI7k-sOcE/s320/167166_690070546318_38709207_37661416_4765008_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560290934316288098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day after Christmas, we went to my parent's home for Christmas with Tim's parents. They stayed with us for a few days during the Christmas break.  We had such a great time with them. :) My love and me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSof8rJ26SI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5iEy1etp6MM/s1600/168127_690071604198_38709207_37661455_4095554_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSof8rJ26SI/AAAAAAAAA0w/5iEy1etp6MM/s320/168127_690071604198_38709207_37661455_4095554_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560291817178982690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-8158274114075794970?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/8158274114075794970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TSobtski2xI/AAAAAAAAAzw/DtZIsZL4zJI/s72-c/167372_690068769878_38709207_37661333_4436673_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6682360334742741102</id><published>2011-01-03T11:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-03T11:45:06.896-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just another funny video for your entertainment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-1fe20eeebd579600" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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The playoffs haven't even started in the NFL yet." Well, this championship is much, much more important. It is the championship of the Nac Attack fantasy football league. The Nac Attack league consists of friends from college (SFA) and we are going on our 7th year. It is a "dynasty" league meaning that we keep players from year to year and the focus is on building a young and talented team that will be good for several years. While I was dominant in our league early on, I have fallen off the last couple of years. But, this year... this year things are finally back to normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am in the championship this week against &lt;a href="http://www.nathanholman.com"&gt;Nathan Holman&lt;/a&gt;. And it is a true, clash of the titans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TRIilxyY_YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/1reb-J6LDZo/s1600/clash-of-the-titans-1920-1080-5103.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TRIilxyY_YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/1reb-J6LDZo/s320/clash-of-the-titans-1920-1080-5103.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553539322916437378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5281434119125171506?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5281434119125171506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5281434119125171506' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5281434119125171506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5281434119125171506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/12/championship-week.html' title='Championship Week'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TRIilxyY_YI/AAAAAAAAAzk/1reb-J6LDZo/s72-c/clash-of-the-titans-1920-1080-5103.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2084853947761925</id><published>2010-12-04T07:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-07T11:30:57.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now this is a deal!</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have been seeing on several people's blogs recently this great deal from &lt;a href="http://shutterfly.com"&gt;Shutterfly&lt;/a&gt; . It's helpful to keep up with friend's blogs. :) I love cards, invites, you name it from this site.  It's great!  They are so creative and fun.  You can receive all types of styles and find the perfect gift or way to preserve your memories year to year.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They are giving away &lt;a href="http://blog.shutterfly.com/5358/holiday2010-blog-submission-form/"&gt;50 free cards&lt;/a&gt; . Best deal yet!! Especially at a time when we are buying gifts, candies, and the list goes on and on.  I even bought my cards early, but this deal is way better. :) I love all the designs and the creativity the add to make your cards, calendar, or announcements that much better. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the design &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery/cards-stationery/merry-blossoms-christmas-card?sortType=1&amp;storeNode=93496"&gt;Merry Blossom&lt;/a&gt; which gives a homy and warm Christmas greeting for your Christmas Cards.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out this deal and don't miss out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now having our sweet girl, utilizing the &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/calendars"&gt;Calendars&lt;/a&gt; , creative &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/photo-gifts"&gt;Photo Gifts,&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.shutterfly.com/cards-stationery"&gt;birthday or Christmas cards&lt;/a&gt; will be well worth it to you.  I promise.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially if you have a little one you are wanting to show off and how beautiful they are.  :)  I know that is a huge incentive for me. :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make this year special and send out cards.  Blog about this deal and then you can enjoy cards to make this time of year that much more special. :) I know you will be happy you did.... I know I am! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2084853947761925?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2084853947761925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2084853947761925' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2084853947761925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2084853947761925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/12/now-this-is-deal.html' title='Now this is a deal!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4382977866155708594</id><published>2010-11-15T15:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T15:49:15.363-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation</title><content type='html'>A few weeks ago Tim and I went to Enchanted Rock. Of course as we pull up there was a line of cars as usual(for us short due to us leaving early and getting there at a good time :)) We were laughing at how so many people are so excited to wake up early on a Saturday morning, drive 1 1/2 hrs just to climb a big rock. hee! Doesn't sound  overly fabulous to some, but it is. :) It got me thinking about the past few places we ahve been to for fun family outings.  Bull Creek Trail, Greenbelt trail off mopac and 360, playgrounds (due to the fabulous weather), and now Enchanted Rock. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do all these things have in common....God's creation.  Think about it, we pay thousands of dollars to go to Hawaii, why?  God's creation.  The weather is beautiful year round, the ocean breath taking, Diamond Head energizing, the sea turtules fun, and the sky at night reveals just a glimpse of the beauty of God.  I have been to Hawaii and besides going to see my sister and her family, I went to enjoy the beauty of God's creation.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you see how breath taking nature alone is, God just becomes bigger, better, and more beautiful than I can imagine.  As beautiful and mighty God's creation is, God is so much more than that.  God is in control of the waves and the birds and takes care of them, I am reminded of how much more God is taking care of his people. &lt;em&gt;"Consider the lilies, how they grow: they neither toil nor spin, you I tell you, even Solomon in all his glory was not arrayed like one of these.  But if God so clothes the grass, which is alive i the field today, and tomorrow is thrown into the oven, how much more will he clothe you, O you of little faith!" &lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(Luke 12:27,28)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a loving, beautiful God we serve. I am so thankful to know this amazing God.  He loves us so much.  So, so much.  He does wants you to know and experience his love and wants you to know how much he delights and rejoices over, "The Lord your God is in your mist, a might one who will save; he will rejoice over you with gladness; he will quiet you by his love; he will exalt over you with loud singing." Zephaniah 3:17,18&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4382977866155708594?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4382977866155708594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4382977866155708594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4382977866155708594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4382977866155708594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/11/creation.html' title='Creation'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-761531798169070845</id><published>2010-10-14T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:21:17.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Horse Races</title><content type='html'>We embarked on a new family adventure.... the horse track.  Tim has been going to horse tracks here and there since we lived in Dallas.  He did such a great job sharing with us how everything works and we were impressed. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela enjoyed running around, seeing the goats, sheep,and rabbits in the front and watching the horses.  They did have kid friendly activities like face painting and balloon animals which looked really fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe42_lasaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7CpAGtb6oNo/s1600/DSC07147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe42_lasaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7CpAGtb6oNo/s320/DSC07147.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528090322541392290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela enjoying the livestock when we first walked in. She was so excited.  The kids were allowed to touch the animals, but I didn't let Neela.... they were a little dirty. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe5eoPWu6I/AAAAAAAAAzI/zoZphCnt54M/s1600/DSC07156.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe5eoPWu6I/AAAAAAAAAzI/zoZphCnt54M/s320/DSC07156.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528091003469609890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela watching very closely...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe6db71gcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/82uZn8k_Dk8/s1600/DSC07151.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe6db71gcI/AAAAAAAAAzQ/82uZn8k_Dk8/s320/DSC07151.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528092082498273730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun memories&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-761531798169070845?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/761531798169070845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=761531798169070845' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/761531798169070845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/761531798169070845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/horse-races.html' title='Horse Races'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLe42_lasaI/AAAAAAAAAzA/7CpAGtb6oNo/s72-c/DSC07147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4246533701155632814</id><published>2010-10-14T08:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T09:00:38.551-05:00</updated><title type='text'>17 Months</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLcK2sJa-PI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2mgnU7ycJ2w/s1600/DSC07270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLcK2sJa-PI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2mgnU7ycJ2w/s320/DSC07270.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527899002300463346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On October 12th, Neela is officially 17 months old.  I can't believe it.  I can't believe just a year ago she was barely rolling over, trying out puree food, nursing, and not mobile!  This girl has truly stolen my heart and has forever changed my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she turned a year old, it's been so fun to see her personality develop, and does she have personality! :) She definitely has a soft, gentle, cuddly, girlie side... but she also has a spunky, goofy, want my way or else side! :)  All in one little sweet package.  She is such a talker and a singer now.  She is great at repeating words we say and jsut gets so excited when she says it.  She carefully watches our mouth as we say the word and then says it!  Amazing! What a quick learner. :)  Her favorite songs right now are "Row Row Row your Boat", "The horn on the bus goes BEEP BEEP BEEP", and "ABC".  "ABC" she knows the melody and a few letters, she sings BEEP BEEP BEEP, alot, and loves singing "row row row".  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Discipline has been a change.  I an still reading Sheperding a Child's Heart.  Totally have not been consistent lately, but this keeps me accountable to do so. :) She is definitely learning the work "NO".  She does not say it as much as we do.  We say "No Maam".  She does stop sometimes, but there are times when she tests us.  So we have started using a wooden spoon and gently hit her on the hand or arm. (the first time I definitely hit her sweet little hand too hard and felt horrible!!) She now sees the spoon when we say "no" and usually immediately stops.  I am learning how to parent and discipline her so she does not fear me or does not follow out of fear but out of obedience.  I am not completely sure what this looks like, but I know God is leading me in this area. I am so desperate for Him to lead me and as he leads and disciplines me as I disobey and is so gently in leading me back to Him I desire to do the same with Neela.  As I write this I can think of daily times I am just too tired and don't lead Neela well.  I desperately need God's guidance and wisdom in parenting.  I am loving every step of the way.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is so cute, sometimes he comes to me very serious and wants to discuss our strategies and the example we are to Neela.  He takes it very serious and loves Neela all the more.  He is such a great Dad.  He is more knowledge in some areas of parenting than I am.  I love that he desires for Neela to know who God, to fall in love with Him daily, to find refuge in Him alone, and know how precious and beautiful she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this to say, I love Neela.  I love the gift of children and parenting.  It's stretches me in more ways I thought possible, but I wouldn't trade it for anything. God is sweetly drawing me to rely on Him and to dwell on His promises that He is my strength when I am weak.  As I seek wisdom, He will give it to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 17th month Birthday Baby Girl! Daddy and Mommy love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4246533701155632814?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4246533701155632814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4246533701155632814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4246533701155632814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4246533701155632814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/17-months.html' title='17 Months'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TLcK2sJa-PI/AAAAAAAAAy4/2mgnU7ycJ2w/s72-c/DSC07270.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-956174154445488930</id><published>2010-10-08T05:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-08T05:12:31.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dad's 60/ Captain Jones Celebration</title><content type='html'>We had a fun celebration a few weekends back.  My Dad turned 60 years old this year.  Crazy I know!  Also, my older sister Shubhra is in the army and is now a Captain in the army. That's crazy too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started with honoring my sister Shubhra.  She has worked really hard and make alot of sacrifices to be where she is.  She has been away from her family, off to trainings and even to Iraq for 15 months.  HUGE sacrifices. We are so thankful the Lord protected her and guided her through these last few years. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are so proud of her and love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later in the evening we celebrated my Dad's 60th birthday.  What a fun time to reflect on his life and all his accomplishments.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you Dad!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The evening started with chatting away and catching up with one another, then eating yummy burgers by Tim, army trivia game, Dad's life trivia game, and then ended with dances from the nieces and nephews.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a fun time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKdRKpdtvBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ROFSSbGQ1AI/s1600/DSC07035.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKdRKpdtvBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ROFSSbGQ1AI/s320/DSC07035.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523472711364230162" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cook of the evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKdQx6U0CNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/zD4asn8JMcM/s1600/DSC07033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKdQx6U0CNI/AAAAAAAAAxw/zD4asn8JMcM/s320/DSC07033.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5523472286393567442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun gift idea, everyone signed a picture frame of Shubhra and Dad.  It turned out great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7rcVlpPUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/TpvibpZsdrw/s1600/DSC07039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7rcVlpPUI/AAAAAAAAAyI/TpvibpZsdrw/s320/DSC07039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525612664894078274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Captain Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7r0bhn1RI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vycH-WNKLw0/s1600/DSC07041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7r0bhn1RI/AAAAAAAAAyQ/vycH-WNKLw0/s320/DSC07041.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525613078804682002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our dual snacks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7sVsqLWPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/jPr3chrNyFM/s1600/DSC07062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7sVsqLWPI/AAAAAAAAAyY/jPr3chrNyFM/s320/DSC07062.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525613650339649778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Birthday Boy and his lady. (My dad and mom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7syb9E3oI/AAAAAAAAAyg/D6q8L7Jt7-8/s1600/DSC07070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7syb9E3oI/AAAAAAAAAyg/D6q8L7Jt7-8/s320/DSC07070.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525614144071720578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids doing a dance they put together as a tribute to Dad and Shubhra.  So cute.  Brings back memories because my cousins and I used to do this when we were young.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7tzS2MbEI/AAAAAAAAAyo/j0_gGzo24aM/s1600/DSC07057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7tzS2MbEI/AAAAAAAAAyo/j0_gGzo24aM/s320/DSC07057.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525615258318433346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7uN6LmfKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1g9XccOtv3Q/s1600/DSC07058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK7uN6LmfKI/AAAAAAAAAyw/1g9XccOtv3Q/s320/DSC07058.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525615715553803426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ladies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-956174154445488930?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/956174154445488930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=956174154445488930' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/956174154445488930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/956174154445488930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/dads-60-captain-jones-celebration.html' title='Dad&apos;s 60/ Captain Jones Celebration'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKdRKpdtvBI/AAAAAAAAAx4/ROFSSbGQ1AI/s72-c/DSC07035.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4688324342675052940</id><published>2010-10-07T16:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:24:27.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK46bLJyb5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uPoEpT9DdOY/s1600/DSC06986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK46bLJyb5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uPoEpT9DdOY/s320/DSC06986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525418031354900370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I have been married for 4 years.  Wow, so much have we experience in four years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have lived in 3 different cities (Nacogdoches, Dallas, and now Austin)&lt;br /&gt;- Tim completed DTS (Dallas Theological Seminary)&lt;br /&gt;- I have had four jobs&lt;br /&gt;- Tim has started his own business&lt;br /&gt;- we had our first child&lt;br /&gt;- Started a church (North Village Church)&lt;br /&gt;- Paid off our car&lt;br /&gt;- Have a new car (mini van... a post coming soon :))&lt;br /&gt;- Do ministry in our apt complex&lt;br /&gt;- Traveled to Seattle, Virginia, India, Disneyworld-Florida, and Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;- Met Kirk Cameron&lt;br /&gt;- Have gone to 20+ Dallas Maverick games&lt;br /&gt;- Been to a Cowboys game&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Dallas Cowboy training camps&lt;br /&gt;.... and so much more!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for a husband who desires to know God more daily and glorifies God. Amazing father who Neela adores.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4688324342675052940?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4688324342675052940/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4688324342675052940' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4688324342675052940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4688324342675052940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/4-years.html' title='4 years'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK46bLJyb5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uPoEpT9DdOY/s72-c/DSC06986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6418238616495026918</id><published>2010-10-05T21:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T21:36:52.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.</title><content type='html'>So I am totally wasting timet tonight on facebook.  I ran across this note I did on facebook 2 years ago and enjoying reflecting back.  It's one of those "random facts" list about yourself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Here is the list from 2 years ago:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;1. I have been married for 2 ½ years to a loving, gentle, fun lovin man that I simply adore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I am currently 7 months pregnant with a baby girl. We can’t wait! My due date is May 11th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Tim and I are helping start a church with Hill Country Bible church in Austin. We are moving to Austin in May after he graduates from Dallas Theological Seminary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have this weird fear that if I go to sleep with mascara on that my eye lashes will fall out. Weird I know. I know this can’t happen, but in the back of my mind…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I suck at grammar. I have a smart husband that helps me out by proofreading everything I write. (except this )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. I am currently a kindergarten teacher and love it! I enjoy their innocence, curiosity about the baby, the 100’s of hugs and “I love you” everyday, and seeing their minds full of delight when they are learning new concepts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. I love to read, but usually end up falling asleep if it’s at night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. I am obsessed with Gilmore Girls. I know people think it’s a weird show, but I love their quick wittiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. I take joy in sending cards, but I don’t do it as often as I would like. I miss the date or get preoccupied with dumb things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. I have never been snow skiing and really would like to go someday. But I do love vacations in warm, sunny climates&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. On our honeymoon, I was swallowed several times by a current and had trouble getting out of it. It was scary and hilarious all at the same time. At dinner that night, a guy walked up to our table and said, “I just want to congratulate you for surviving that wave on the beach today! My friends and I were laughing.” I was super embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. I crave, especially now that I am pregnant, Big Macs from MacDonald’s. I know it’s one of the worst foods I can eat, but it sure is yummy. I could probably eat a Big Mac once a week if I didn’t know how bad they are for my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. I love spending 1 on 1 time with girls and just talking and living life together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. I have an older sister, Shubhra, who is a First Lieutenant in the Army.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. I have a younger, Sameer, who is in a band called Flyleaf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. One of my favorite books is “Save Kind of Different as Me” by Ron Hall &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. I really enjoy cooking and trying new recipes or simple recipes from friends, but I have put that on the back burner since I have been pregnant. I am dead tired after a day with my energetic kindergarteners. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. I guess I am a pretty predictable gal because my husband can complete my sentences or he knows what I will say or how I will respond when he says something. I get a kick out of it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Tim and I said our own wedding vows, and in my vows I committed to support the Dallas Cowboys because this is a huge passion of Tim’s. This showed Tim I was serious about supporting him and being committed to him. Hee! Hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. I am obsessed with music. It does not have to be anything particular, I just love to move and groove. I wake up in the morning and the first thing I do is turn the radio on, I get in the car it’s the first thing I do, when I’m getting ready for bed or cleaning our place I have music playing. It truly is an obsession!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. My favorite vacation is when Tim and I went to Seattle. We spent a week downtown checking out the sights and being intentional about talking about our marriage, praying together, and just being flat out goofy! My favorite day is when we rented a car and drove to Mount Rainer. Breath-taking! We spent the day hiking and enjoying God’s creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. My number one passion in life is to know God, be obedient to His leading, and my life to reflect His glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. My car is a 1996 Geo Prism and it has 311,000 miles on it! And it’s still going strong with no problems! Thank God!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite book of the bible is Ephesians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. I hope you enjoyed a few random facts about me!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6418238616495026918?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6418238616495026918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6418238616495026918' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6418238616495026918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6418238616495026918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/10/25-random-things-facts-habits-or-goals.html' title='25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you.'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-164925347991923161</id><published>2010-09-30T15:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T15:31:45.868-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Wives by Claire Avery</title><content type='html'>This is a book I read a few weeks ago.  It was such a great book.  It was so interesting to learn more about fundamental mormons. It's fiction but backed on a true story. I was shocked by so much. Totally recommend it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKTzbOf394I/AAAAAAAAAxo/Dno-7pbZKpA/s1600/41v8BvfZNLL._SL500_AA266_PIkin3,BottomRight,-11,34_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKTzbOf394I/AAAAAAAAAxo/Dno-7pbZKpA/s320/41v8BvfZNLL._SL500_AA266_PIkin3,BottomRight,-11,34_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5522806692136875906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the summary on this book.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fifteen-year-old Sara and her beautiful sister, Rachel, are too young to legally drive a car—but are approaching spinsterhood in Utah’s secret polygamist Blood of the Lamb community. Having long since reached the “age of preparedness,” they will soon be married off to much older men chosen by the hidden sect’s revered Prophet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Sara, chosen to become her uncle’s fifth wife, grows more distraught over her impending incestuous marriage, she begins to scrutinize the faith she has followed blindly her entire life. But for Rachel, who will be married to one of the many powerful community leaders vying for her hand, disobeying the Prophet means eternal damnation. Her friendship with the newest member of the community, the young and handsome Luke, starts as an attempt to save his agnostic soul, but ends with the pair falling helplessly in love. When Rachel is forbidden to see him, her absolute faith in the Prophet is severely tested.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Rachel’s future husband is finally announced, violence erupts, and the girls must find the strength to escape the only life they have ever know…before it’s too late.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Claire Avery has woven a stunning tale that could be ripped from today’s headlines. Shocking and empowering, Hidden Wives is a page-turning debut that will stay with the reader.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-164925347991923161?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/164925347991923161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=164925347991923161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/164925347991923161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/164925347991923161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/hidden-wives-by-claire-avery.html' title='Hidden Wives by Claire Avery'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TKTzbOf394I/AAAAAAAAAxo/Dno-7pbZKpA/s72-c/41v8BvfZNLL._SL500_AA266_PIkin3,BottomRight,-11,34_AA300_SH20_OU01_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6023121024351933775</id><published>2010-09-14T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T21:56:28.441-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Year One of our Church!</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://player.vimeo.com/video/14881919" width="400" height="300" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/14881919"&gt;North Village Church: Year 1&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/user4707130"&gt;Tim Birdwell&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6023121024351933775?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6023121024351933775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6023121024351933775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6023121024351933775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6023121024351933775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/year-one-of-our-church.html' title='Year One of our Church!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5936906843882585301</id><published>2010-09-14T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T16:24:05.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Years Baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK46bLJyb5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uPoEpT9DdOY/s1600/DSC06986.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK46bLJyb5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uPoEpT9DdOY/s320/DSC06986.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525418031354900370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and I have been married for 4 years.  Wow, so much have we experience in four years.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We have lived in 3 different cities (Nacogdoches, Dallas, and now Austin)&lt;br /&gt;- Tim completed DTS (Dallas Theological Seminary)&lt;br /&gt;- I have had four jobs&lt;br /&gt;- Tim has started his own business&lt;br /&gt;- we had our first child&lt;br /&gt;- Started a church (North Village Church)&lt;br /&gt;- Paid off our car&lt;br /&gt;- Have a new car (mini van... a post coming soon :))&lt;br /&gt;- Do ministry in our apt complex&lt;br /&gt;- Traveled to Seattle, Virginia, India, Disneyworld-Florida, and Las Vegas&lt;br /&gt;- Met Kirk Cameron&lt;br /&gt;- Have gone to 20+ Dallas Maverick games&lt;br /&gt;- Been to a Cowboys game&lt;br /&gt;- 2 Dallas Cowboy training camps&lt;br /&gt;.... and so much more!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So thankful for a husband who desires to know God more daily and glorifies God. Amazing father who Neela adores.  Yay!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5936906843882585301?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5936906843882585301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5936906843882585301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5936906843882585301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5936906843882585301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/4-years-baby.html' title='4 Years Baby!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TK46bLJyb5I/AAAAAAAAAyA/uPoEpT9DdOY/s72-c/DSC06986.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4558329632289846165</id><published>2010-09-14T08:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-14T08:54:33.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dallas Cowboys Training Camp 2010</title><content type='html'>Birdwell Family Tradition: Dallas Cowboys Training Camp&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love that Tim loves the Cowboys.  I knew it from day one.  This has never been a surprise to me.  It's been fun for this to be an important bonding activity we do in our marriage.  So to honor this commit I made in my vows, we have made it a family tradition to go to the Cowboys Training Camp every year.  (well, if it is in driving distance.  If not, then we will try to work it into our family vacation that year :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took Neela when she was almost 3 months old and now as a 1 year old.  She definitely enjoyed it more this year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI973uhK77I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Wv20gOAlSbw/s1600/DSC06923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI973uhK77I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Wv20gOAlSbw/s320/DSC06923.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516764265862328242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was hilarious, 3 people approached us and asked us if they could take a picture of Neela because they thought she looked/is so cute.  It was so cute because Neela would kind of pose saying, "Yeah you're right, I am cute."  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI98jYd3nmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iT50baygQ90/s1600/DSC06897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI98jYd3nmI/AAAAAAAAAxQ/iT50baygQ90/s320/DSC06897.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516765015857143394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela following in her Daddy's steps.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI99CEXUU2I/AAAAAAAAAxY/VRL6Xsxf2CM/s1600/DSC06910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI99CEXUU2I/AAAAAAAAAxY/VRL6Xsxf2CM/s320/DSC06910.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516765543036900194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stayed at the La Mansion off the River walk. (The same hotel we stayed at after our wedding)  It was so fun!  Neela loved walking out our room to the balcony and walking around.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI99zQtLHrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3v7Ou01FAqU/s1600/DSC06903.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI99zQtLHrI/AAAAAAAAAxg/3v7Ou01FAqU/s320/DSC06903.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516766388163387058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pool time at our hotel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI94fCSzfII/AAAAAAAAAxA/FrPPCGnrtLY/s1600/DSC06889.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI94fCSzfII/AAAAAAAAAxA/FrPPCGnrtLY/s320/DSC06889.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516760543139167362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't wait till next year!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4558329632289846165?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4558329632289846165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4558329632289846165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4558329632289846165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4558329632289846165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/09/dallas-cowboys-training-camp-2010.html' title='Dallas Cowboys Training Camp 2010'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TI973uhK77I/AAAAAAAAAxI/Wv20gOAlSbw/s72-c/DSC06923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1661600928936414978</id><published>2010-08-29T20:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:11:41.737-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Virginia Trip</title><content type='html'>At the beginning of July two of my really close college friends, Lisa and Diana, and I went to go visit our close friend Faith in Virginia.  She has lived in Virgina almost 2 yrs now and we had yet to visit her, so we took a trip.  We had a great time of touring Charlottesville, Virginia, hiking, wine tasting at the vineyards, and touring Washington.  All in all, a good trip. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was my first time to be away from Neela for 5 days!  It was really hard, but good for me in the end.  I was able to let loose a little, spend quality time with friends, and get a little extra reading in.  :)  But I was definitely ready to be back home with my little girl and my man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQcpXU04OI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1gdOB1_FyVU/s1600/DSC06819.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQcpXU04OI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1gdOB1_FyVU/s320/DSC06819.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509059741142540514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virginia is full of beautiful vineyards!  We went wine tasting to 3 different vineyards.  It was so fun!  Of course Faith, the preggo girl, was unable to participate. :)  We did wine tasting at Jefferson's vineyard, Dave Matthew's vineyard, and a really nice place that served their wine like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQddAW65MI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WBaStC0O-yw/s1600/DSC06817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQddAW65MI/AAAAAAAAAwM/WBaStC0O-yw/s320/DSC06817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509060628330505410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQYmRvVdKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Y8mQVaB0obg/s1600/DSC06800.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQYmRvVdKI/AAAAAAAAAv0/Y8mQVaB0obg/s320/DSC06800.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509055290056996002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a fun hike at the Shenandoah National Park.  It was so beautiful!  We were attempting to hike to a waterfall, but it turns out the waterfall went dry. :(  but we had a great workout! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQaHkY_znI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E-YGfNc6sUY/s1600/DSC06802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQaHkY_znI/AAAAAAAAAv8/E-YGfNc6sUY/s320/DSC06802.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509056961510887026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See all the beauty behind me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQX_yNnuFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/yPn5GK3ced0/s1600/DSC06795.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQX_yNnuFI/AAAAAAAAAvs/yPn5GK3ced0/s320/DSC06795.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509054628759058514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As beautiful as Virginia is, Texas still has bigger desserts. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last day we toured Washington and stayed the night there.  I am not a huge history buff, but I really enjoyed all the history found in Washington.  It makes me proud to be an American. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQgcb1JzhI/AAAAAAAAAwc/PQMYUTleg1E/s1600/DSC06836.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQgcb1JzhI/AAAAAAAAAwc/PQMYUTleg1E/s320/DSC06836.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509063917060083218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THsJ0Nac9VI/AAAAAAAAAws/ILFt1Ma-Csc/s1600/DSC06831.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THsJ0Nac9VI/AAAAAAAAAws/ILFt1Ma-Csc/s320/DSC06831.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5511009361576392018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQgztS4ylI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TSeq-HA4I8M/s1600/DSC06833.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQgztS4ylI/AAAAAAAAAwk/TSeq-HA4I8M/s320/DSC06833.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5509064316885191250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1661600928936414978?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1661600928936414978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1661600928936414978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1661600928936414978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1661600928936414978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/virginia-trip.html' title='Virginia Trip'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/THQcpXU04OI/AAAAAAAAAwE/1gdOB1_FyVU/s72-c/DSC06819.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6649420430231461272</id><published>2010-08-26T20:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T20:41:02.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome Home</title><content type='html'>Below is a blog from a Wive's Tips blog on tips about loving your husbands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome Home&lt;br /&gt;Filed under: acts of service — The Generous Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Make your husband's transition from work to home as peaceful and nice as possible. Maybe take a little time to tidy up the living room or put on a fresh blouse. Give your kids a little bit of attention, so that they don't rush dad the minute he walks in the door. Turn off the TV and put on some soft music. Do whatever will make you and your home a welcome respite after a long day at work.  &lt;br /&gt;A prudent wife is from the Lord. Proverbs 19:14b NAS&lt;br /&gt;(prudence: cautious practical wisdom; good judgement; careful forethought; discretion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be generous! Lori&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6649420430231461272?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6649420430231461272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6649420430231461272' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6649420430231461272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6649420430231461272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/welcome-home.html' title='Welcome Home'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2653204873170901660</id><published>2010-08-24T14:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-29T21:50:11.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2653204873170901660?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2653204873170901660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2653204873170901660' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2653204873170901660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2653204873170901660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/at-beginning-of-july-two-of-my-really.html' title=''/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3975277487898584843</id><published>2010-08-18T14:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T14:08:56.253-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 4th of July</title><content type='html'>It's funny how your life changes SO much when you have a baby.  I know I say this often but it is so true.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a very laid back 4th celebration this year.&lt;br /&gt;We went to church, came home and took naps, I went an laid out by the pool for an hour, ate dinner, and by this time Neela was sleepy for bedtime so we did our nightly routine and she was off to bed.  This meant no fireworks. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;So Tim and I compromised by vegging in front of the tv and watched the entire movie of Braveheart.  No fireworks this year, but maybe next year. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FREEDOM! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqSYEckQZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PQKzE9ls5AU/s1600/38038_647769802348_38709207_36707258_4951074_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 238px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqSYEckQZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PQKzE9ls5AU/s320/38038_647769802348_38709207_36707258_4951074_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506374436621926802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela lookin super cute in her 4ht of July outfit. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 4th of July!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3975277487898584843?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3975277487898584843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3975277487898584843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3975277487898584843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3975277487898584843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/2010-4th-of-july.html' title='2010 4th of July'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqSYEckQZI/AAAAAAAAAvE/PQKzE9ls5AU/s72-c/38038_647769802348_38709207_36707258_4951074_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6836433671595238390</id><published>2010-08-17T08:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T08:38:44.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tim's Birthday!</title><content type='html'>July 9th was Tim's birthday!!  We had such a good time celebrating his life and all the awesomeness that he is. :) We had dinner at Gloria's Restaurant at the Domain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqQPxzeMJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kJL9jgn9JFk/s1600/38352_647850121388_38709207_36710827_139957_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqQPxzeMJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kJL9jgn9JFk/s320/38352_647850121388_38709207_36710827_139957_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506372095155515538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Family picture for the night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqO_PLM-XI/AAAAAAAAAuc/S6V9sfkwOWk/s1600/38017_647828300118_38709207_36709987_6959760_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqO_PLM-XI/AAAAAAAAAuc/S6V9sfkwOWk/s320/38017_647828300118_38709207_36709987_6959760_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506370711470274930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim had a good time with his close friends and partying it up! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqPT-t7iJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8LXh64tIcfU/s1600/38352_647850126378_38709207_36710828_5196967_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqPT-t7iJI/AAAAAAAAAuk/8LXh64tIcfU/s320/38352_647850126378_38709207_36710828_5196967_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371067829782674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friends Marshall and Shannon and fam came from Sugarland to visit and came with us to celebrate.  We have had the privelege of seeing them twice this summer! We always have such a blast with these folks and wish they lived closer. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqPn2o30SI/AAAAAAAAAus/tQQQ9YwGTrA/s1600/38017_647828305108_38709207_36709988_7850794_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqPn2o30SI/AAAAAAAAAus/tQQQ9YwGTrA/s320/38017_647828305108_38709207_36709988_7850794_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371409258467618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shannon and I had a few bonding moments this night. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqQEujw6oI/AAAAAAAAAu0/j7uEyLCI59E/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqQEujw6oI/AAAAAAAAAu0/j7uEyLCI59E/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506371905305766530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela found a friend in Noah. (Marshall and Shannon's little boy)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6836433671595238390?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6836433671595238390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6836433671595238390' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6836433671595238390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6836433671595238390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/tims-birthday.html' title='Tim&apos;s Birthday!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TGqQPxzeMJI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kJL9jgn9JFk/s72-c/38352_647850121388_38709207_36710827_139957_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1393136556390100396</id><published>2010-08-07T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T23:30:16.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Mom!!</title><content type='html'>My mother celebrated her 60th birthday on July 5th.  What a sweet, fab mother I have.  I am so thankful for the example she is to me of being a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was just talking to Tim the other day about my childhood.  Don't get me wrong, my parents are not perfect, but they did try to be Godly, loving parents and I am so thankful.  I remember coming home from school daily and my mom always had a snack out for us on the table.  I'm not talking about just chips from a bag or something pre-packaged.  I'm talkin about rice krispy treats, or full sandwiches, a fruit or veggie tray, etc.  We did not go hungry in our home. :)  And the cool part was, we were always welcome to invite any and as many friends over as we wanted.  My parents loved having people over, letting them stay as long as they wanted, and eating as much as they wanted.:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we had bible study/prayer time as a family.  I was not a big fan of it as a kid because it would be late or I would just be tire or just not interested, but God was working.  I was shown so much scripture. And we sang hymns that to this day when I hear "Old Rugged Cross", "What a friend we have in Jesus" or I'll fly away" I am always taken back to this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being a fab mom!  love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4Es_Yof_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/QgTRYah4qLg/s1600/DSC06768.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4Es_Yof_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/QgTRYah4qLg/s320/DSC06768.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507344565296201714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4DFLbd44I/AAAAAAAAAvc/HjPV7C4lGsY/s1600/DSC06752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4DFLbd44I/AAAAAAAAAvc/HjPV7C4lGsY/s320/DSC06752.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507342781822919554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4CzEkRU2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/2O1ImfWugzU/s1600/DSC06748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4CzEkRU2I/AAAAAAAAAvU/2O1ImfWugzU/s320/DSC06748.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507342470743151458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4Cf0KyVPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/aFcN0Q8LyuE/s1600/DSC06746.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4Cf0KyVPI/AAAAAAAAAvM/aFcN0Q8LyuE/s320/DSC06746.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507342139923780850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1393136556390100396?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1393136556390100396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1393136556390100396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1393136556390100396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1393136556390100396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/happy-birthday-mom.html' title='Happy Birthday Mom!!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TG4Es_Yof_I/AAAAAAAAAvk/QgTRYah4qLg/s72-c/DSC06768.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2297593519673211868</id><published>2010-08-07T22:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T22:37:41.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy...</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I have totally been just plain lazy at blogging these last few months.  I have a few blogs that are half written from April!  I need to get on those and complete them. :)&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to write this to keep myself accountable. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone is having a fab night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a verse I am currently meditating on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Because of the LORD's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail.  They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness." &lt;br /&gt;Lamentations 3:22,23&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I am just reminded and filled with joy as I think about this verse.  I am thankful knowing my Savior who's love is SO GREAT and his compassion never fails in good, hard, or lazy times. :)  He is sweetly drawing me to know Him more and giving me a love for others in my life.  Sweet Lord knows what I need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night to all!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2297593519673211868?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2297593519673211868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2297593519673211868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2297593519673211868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2297593519673211868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/08/lazy.html' title='Lazy...'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1790584877260584231</id><published>2010-07-21T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T14:56:37.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEdPWD_syLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SLP-19BKgpY/s1600/Nature_Mountains.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEdPWD_syLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SLP-19BKgpY/s320/Nature_Mountains.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5496449110677178546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalm 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1 O LORD, our Lord, &lt;br /&gt;       how majestic is your name in all the earth! &lt;br /&gt;       You have set your glory &lt;br /&gt;       above the heavens. &lt;br /&gt; 2 From the lips of children and infants &lt;br /&gt;       you have ordained praise [b] &lt;br /&gt;       because of your enemies, &lt;br /&gt;       to silence the foe and the avenger. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 3 When I consider your heavens, &lt;br /&gt;       the work of your fingers, &lt;br /&gt;       the moon and the stars, &lt;br /&gt;       which you have set in place, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 4 what is man that you are mindful of him, &lt;br /&gt;       the son of man that you care for him? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 5 You made him a little lower than the heavenly beings [c] &lt;br /&gt;       and crowned him with glory and honor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 6 You made him ruler over the works of your hands; &lt;br /&gt;       you put everything under his feet: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 7 all flocks and herds, &lt;br /&gt;       and the beasts of the field, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 8 the birds of the air, &lt;br /&gt;       and the fish of the sea, &lt;br /&gt;       all that swim the paths of the seas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 9 O LORD, our Lord, &lt;br /&gt;       how majestic is your name in all the earth!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1790584877260584231?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1790584877260584231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1790584877260584231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1790584877260584231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1790584877260584231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/psalm-8-1-o-lord-our-lord-how-majestic.html' title='Psalm 8'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEdPWD_syLI/AAAAAAAAAuU/SLP-19BKgpY/s72-c/Nature_Mountains.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3349056933845359535</id><published>2010-07-16T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T16:38:39.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 1st Flyleaf concert</title><content type='html'>In April, Neela had her first (outside my tummy) Flyleaf concert experience.  She loved it!  Well, we brought her into the arena and it was so loud we stayed for a few seconds and then pushed the stroller right back out. :)  Oh but she loved it.  As soon as she heard the music she started dancing and enjoying herself.  My parents were so kind to watch Neela outside the arena so we could enjoy the rest of the concert.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a blast.  We had fun enjoying Flyleaf's new songs and jamin out with all our friends sitting around us.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNAzguzqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TPdLzvIRs00/s1600/DSC06547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNAzguzqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TPdLzvIRs00/s320/DSC06547.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494616959103192738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sibling pic. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDMn1T_0yI/AAAAAAAAAts/xZG51IseLhQ/s1600/DSC06559.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDMn1T_0yI/AAAAAAAAAts/xZG51IseLhQ/s320/DSC06559.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494616530089923362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela's first experience of "chillin" on the tour bus. She enjoyed herself for sure.  She played all over Sameer Mamu and wanted to explore everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNpoz0LzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OVMNtk2WGhQ/s1600/DSC02964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNpoz0LzI/AAAAAAAAAuE/OVMNtk2WGhQ/s320/DSC02964.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494617660605083442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela with Sameer Mamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNVtGFDpI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_Iuce2P0TLU/s1600/DSC06554.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNVtGFDpI/AAAAAAAAAt8/_Iuce2P0TLU/s320/DSC06554.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494617318158044818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela with Lacy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDQYOKIhZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/H-kWsrXasK8/s1600/DSC02962.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDQYOKIhZI/AAAAAAAAAuM/H-kWsrXasK8/s320/DSC02962.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494620659928040850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We brought our friends Mickael and Franck.  They had a blast.... I think.  I know they really enjoyed hanging out on the tour bus and chatting up a storm with Sameer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDL6rC-JQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0NBdQEJN4J0/s1600/DSC06536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDL6rC-JQI/AAAAAAAAAtk/0NBdQEJN4J0/s320/DSC06536.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494615754240042242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flyleaf jamin out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDLhEhDYGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bjhvGwmEB1w/s1600/DSC06541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDLhEhDYGI/AAAAAAAAAtc/bjhvGwmEB1w/s320/DSC06541.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494615314400501858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole gang!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDK1OH2PaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3rOliBwuPPk/s1600/DSC06561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDK1OH2PaI/AAAAAAAAAtU/3rOliBwuPPk/s320/DSC06561.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494614561064893858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3349056933845359535?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3349056933845359535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3349056933845359535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3349056933845359535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3349056933845359535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/07/neelas-1st-flyleaf-concert.html' title='Neela&apos;s 1st Flyleaf concert'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/TEDNAzguzqI/AAAAAAAAAt0/TPdLzvIRs00/s72-c/DSC06547.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-816495406941141555</id><published>2010-05-30T21:01:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-30T21:01:56.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 1st yr video</title><content type='html'>Tim, being the fabulous father and hubby that he is, he made this special video for Neela's for her 1st birthday.  It's a collection of pictures and videos of her 1st year of life.  It is so cute and holds special memories for our family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sit back and enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-69655cdf50fedaaf" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69655cdf50fedaaf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CF11906CD6A120228C16EABDA8C84354A31ED69.422E9F350AFC17C484487021F9B7CCAE98FD8A88%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69655cdf50fedaaf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DotoEIUhazm8eH0sDbWyVpqIRgD4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v6.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D69655cdf50fedaaf%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D6CF11906CD6A120228C16EABDA8C84354A31ED69.422E9F350AFC17C484487021F9B7CCAE98FD8A88%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D69655cdf50fedaaf%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DotoEIUhazm8eH0sDbWyVpqIRgD4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-816495406941141555?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/816495406941141555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=816495406941141555' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/816495406941141555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/816495406941141555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/neelas-1st-yr-video.html' title='Neela&apos;s 1st yr video'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-33130724305849387</id><published>2010-05-27T17:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:46:10.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 1st Birthday Bash!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3VUwQRBKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HXsgUKbluEI/s1600/30073_10150188433415587_685415586_12460248_2051956_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3VUwQRBKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HXsgUKbluEI/s320/30073_10150188433415587_685415586_12460248_2051956_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767274479617186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela's invitation for her 1st birthday party!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3VJKnqvjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VCIc735Bj_I/s1600/4638411148_16731dd2bf.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3VJKnqvjI/AAAAAAAAAtE/VCIc735Bj_I/s320/4638411148_16731dd2bf.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475767075398663730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela being busy at her party. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3Tqn-PNWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Ocd9gpFcNyo/s1600/4637799271_c7de772922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3Tqn-PNWI/AAAAAAAAAss/Ocd9gpFcNyo/s320/4637799271_c7de772922.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475765451190383970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cake Chad, my brother in-law, made for Neela alone. :)  She felt so special. ;0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3U4U8dtII/AAAAAAAAAs8/JNKw789zRq0/s1600/4638410188_a5f41da666.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3U4U8dtII/AAAAAAAAAs8/JNKw789zRq0/s320/4638410188_a5f41da666.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475766786112468098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela eating her cake.  Funny story... She really didn't know what to do when the cake was placed in front of her. She touched the cake very gently and was feeling it, but did not make a dent.  So I pushed her fingers a little into the cake, she licked her fingers, and it was over from there. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She ate mostly icing, but loved it.  We reaped the benefits of that later that night at 3am with a hyper baby jumping on our bed and then threw up icing. :)  She has yet to have that much sugar, but it was so fun for her and us.  A memorable day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3TPI9y8HI/AAAAAAAAAsk/JO80-5yGL8Y/s1600/30073_10150188428560587_685415586_12460079_2376354_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3TPI9y8HI/AAAAAAAAAsk/JO80-5yGL8Y/s320/30073_10150188428560587_685415586_12460079_2376354_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475764979010564210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is another picture of the freakin amazing cake my brother in-law Chad made for Neela.  What a memorable cake for her 1st birthday.  I have his contact info if anyone would like to use his talents for a future event!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3TKDDIXkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6fZ58ifCosg/s1600/4637798973_3b6636b0af.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3TKDDIXkI/AAAAAAAAAsc/6fZ58ifCosg/s320/4637798973_3b6636b0af.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475764891522981442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3Ssd5jXcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/prsWZkkOjKg/s1600/30073_10150188428605587_685415586_12460081_7499505_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3Ssd5jXcI/AAAAAAAAAsU/prsWZkkOjKg/s320/30073_10150188428605587_685415586_12460081_7499505_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475764383334489538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made 13 frames for each month of Neela's life to see how she much she grew each month.  They turned out pretty darn cute! :)  (13 because I made one for the day she was born)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3SlXIqJYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IQONnuM-yM8/s1600/30073_10150188428770587_685415586_12460097_2051110_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 241px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3SlXIqJYI/AAAAAAAAAsM/IQONnuM-yM8/s320/30073_10150188428770587_685415586_12460097_2051110_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475764261259715970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few more...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3SZ_jwIKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZwcBkVserlY/s1600/30073_10150188428925587_685415586_12460107_4679987_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3SZ_jwIKI/AAAAAAAAAsE/ZwcBkVserlY/s320/30073_10150188428925587_685415586_12460107_4679987_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475764065952342178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud parents&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-33130724305849387?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/33130724305849387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=33130724305849387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/33130724305849387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/33130724305849387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/neelas-1st-birthday-bash.html' title='Neela&apos;s 1st Birthday Bash!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3VUwQRBKI/AAAAAAAAAtM/HXsgUKbluEI/s72-c/30073_10150188433415587_685415586_12460248_2051956_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-9193289981265723554</id><published>2010-05-26T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-26T20:27:50.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela is 1!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3KId5C6oI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TztjQC8wXuQ/s1600/DSC06582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3KId5C6oI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TztjQC8wXuQ/s320/DSC06582.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475754968764050050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On May 12th Neela turned 1 year old.  Wow, I know all parents say this but really, "Where did the time go?"  I just kept saying that to myself that day, looking at this sweet baby girl and thought I could not imagine life without her.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;What a blessing she has been in our lives.  What a joy it is to wake up every morning, go into her room, and know I will have an instant smile when I see her face.  She is usually standing in her crib waiting for Tim or I to come get her so she can start her day. :)  Just picture this in your mind, what a sweet moment. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3J1F3AFrI/AAAAAAAAArs/p7M19cTBGnI/s1600/DSC06578.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3J1F3AFrI/AAAAAAAAArs/p7M19cTBGnI/s320/DSC06578.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5475754635895510706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know we have not been the "perfect" parents at taking care of her or training her, but God is still using us to reveal His love and truth in her life.  It's funny to see her face when we are reading the bible because she is very interested in the book because we were reading it.  Goes to show you, we are a huge influence in our children's lives.  Don't get me wrong, it has been a rough road as well (unrestful nights, stressful crying, forcing medications down the throat, letting her cry herself to sleep, etc)  but it's all been worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love our little girl so much and thank God for her daily.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy 1st Birthday Neela!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-9193289981265723554?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/9193289981265723554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=9193289981265723554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/9193289981265723554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/9193289981265723554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/05/neela-is-1.html' title='Neela is 1!!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S_3KId5C6oI/AAAAAAAAAr0/TztjQC8wXuQ/s72-c/DSC06582.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-613489484758846003</id><published>2010-04-13T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-13T07:30:02.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st Easter Egg Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f60bc49ea8c88e7" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f60bc49ea8c88e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC406F503882186BA9E53C62FFC1F2D46B45DA57.699BEE498C07DAD71489F133D567343D750002C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f60bc49ea8c88e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHa4Z-xli2_xet6onQxF8B605BPc&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v24.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3f60bc49ea8c88e7%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3DC406F503882186BA9E53C62FFC1F2D46B45DA57.699BEE498C07DAD71489F133D567343D750002C2%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f60bc49ea8c88e7%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DHa4Z-xli2_xet6onQxF8B605BPc&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a sight to see, a bunch of kids running to pick up eggs off the ground.  Oh the traditions we come up with! :)  Neela had no idea what was going on.  I thought we would focus on "1" egg, potentially "2".  She saw the egg was interested for like 3 seconds and then playing with the wood chips.  I tried to demonstrate what she needed to do, but she was distracted with picking up the wood chips and trying to put them in her mouth.  It was so freakin adorable.  Other kids were circling her wondering if she was going to actually pick up this egg because if not, they wanted it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-613489484758846003?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/613489484758846003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=613489484758846003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/613489484758846003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/613489484758846003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-easter-egg-hunt.html' title='1st Easter Egg Hunt'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5490808875710822594</id><published>2010-04-12T20:49:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T20:49:12.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>1st trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>Ok, so Austin Zoo is not the most fabulous zoo for Neela's first zoo experience, but they did have rescue animals which is a great thing.  She loved seeing the animals and hanging out with her Daddy and Mommy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny because one of the first animals we saw was the black bear.  She instantly saw it and was pointing and getting really excited.  Tim and I were laughing because we were thinking she is going to like all the animals because they somewhat look like our dog Rocky (a black lab) and she LOVES Rocky.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PKymki4ZI/AAAAAAAAArU/CWd4TDE47TY/s1600/DSC06285.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PKymki4ZI/AAAAAAAAArU/CWd4TDE47TY/s320/DSC06285.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459430143999271314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we start with the stroller because we are currently on pavement, but the pavement stops at the entrance and continues in gravel.  So we pushed the stroller, but held Neela.... the entire time. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PL3fbzsZI/AAAAAAAAArc/SFCZhVg6i4E/s1600/DSC06289.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PL3fbzsZI/AAAAAAAAArc/SFCZhVg6i4E/s320/DSC06289.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459431327494549906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela loves spending time with her daddy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PMtboCRwI/AAAAAAAAArk/UNfRlsk1WBg/s1600/DSC06298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PMtboCRwI/AAAAAAAAArk/UNfRlsk1WBg&lt;br /&gt;/s320/DSC06298.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459432254185031426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think the lion was at the top of Neela's list.  She loved watching it move around.  (also it was really close for her to see) :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Overall, the trip was fun and educational for Neela all at the same time.  Now I have an excuse to go to the zoo.  I love having a little girl. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5490808875710822594?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5490808875710822594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5490808875710822594' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5490808875710822594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5490808875710822594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/1st-trip-to-zoo.html' title='1st trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S8PKymki4ZI/AAAAAAAAArU/CWd4TDE47TY/s72-c/DSC06285.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2175645609230584449</id><published>2010-04-01T22:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T22:46:12.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyleaf- Missing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Check out Flyleaf's new video "Missing".  It's from the album Momento Mori.  It's a great buy, totally recommend it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font face="Verdana" size="1" color="#999999"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;videoid=103676441" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Missing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;object width="425px" height="360px" &gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"/&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=103676441,t=1,mt=video"/&gt;&lt;embed src="http://mediaservices.myspace.com/services/media/embed.aspx/m=103676441,t=1,mt=video" width="425" height="360" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://profile.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=user.viewprofile&amp;friendid=7457032" style="font: Verdana"&gt;Flyleaf&lt;/a&gt; | &lt;a href="http://music.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=videos" style="font: Verdana"&gt;MySpace Music Videos&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Below are the lyrics to the song:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Missing&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;I saw the queen&lt;br /&gt;Swam out below her star on sea beneath&lt;br /&gt;Though I lifted up my hands to her&lt;br /&gt;She never lifted me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep within me as lovers left me to bleed alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found something sweet on the island with daughters of Eve&lt;br /&gt;But through thick and thin they've gone away&lt;br /&gt;And only left their grief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep within me as lovers left me to bleed alone&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep within me as lovers left me to bleed alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down here love wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be for me&lt;br /&gt;Down here love wasn't meant to be&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't meant to be for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep within me as lovers left me to bleed alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;I felt it deep within me as lovers left me to bleed alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;br /&gt;Something's missing in me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2175645609230584449?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2175645609230584449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2175645609230584449' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2175645609230584449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2175645609230584449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/04/flyleaf-missing.html' title='Flyleaf- Missing'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7175069683302225773</id><published>2010-03-31T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:25:21.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7QMF9A21yI/AAAAAAAAArM/sNNjw0tpl_Y/s1600/DSC06292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7QMF9A21yI/AAAAAAAAArM/sNNjw0tpl_Y/s320/DSC06292.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454998345069549346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I occasionally read this blog from my friend &lt;a href="http://thevandevers.blogspot.com"&gt;Faith's&lt;/a&gt; page, &lt;a href="http://www.the-generous-wife.com/2010/03/31/would-you-want-to-be-married-to-you/?utm_source=feedburner&amp;utm_medium=feed&amp;utm_campaign=Feed%3A+50%2FITcV+%28Daily+Generous+Wife+Tips%29"&gt;Daily Generous Wife Tips&lt;/a&gt;.   Man, was this post convicting.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I truly desire to be a Godly wife who honors God by loving my family well.  I want my home to be a place of peace, joy, and life that is glorifying to God.  But I know living in my flesh and sinful ways this does not always happen.  I get home from work and I am tired, snappy, and not wanting to serve my family.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But tonight as we prayed as a family, God opened my eyes again to show me what He desires for me and that is to trust in Him daily with my family and my circumstances. Neela had surgery last week to have tubes put in her ears due to a month and a half of ear infections and come to find out... she still has an ear infection this week and is accompanied by weezy bronchitis!!  Man, my heart aches for my baby girl.  Tim has had a few scares potentially with his heart for a few weeks and is currently with a loop monitor.  About 2 weeks ago we had to call an ambulance one morning due to him waking up having difficulty breathing, seeing spots, and hearing a static noises.  Man was that scary!!  I love him so much and it hurt to see him go through worrying and and wondering what is going on.  I am at a loss at times to know what to say to encourage him. But I trust God will be his ultimate comfort and peace.  I struggle to just serve my family all the time because I am selfish and want time to myself or just to do nothing. But I know God is using this time to fix my eyes and heart on him for direction, wisdom, and strength.  He alone is my refuge.  &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;("Taste and see that the Lord is good.  Blessed are those to take comfort in Him alone." Psalm 34:8)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So when I think about being married to myself right now, I just think it would not be fun to be around myself.  What a great perspective and an eye opener.  I am thankful I don't have to be married to myself.  I would go crazy. :)  I don't know how Tim does it. :)  I am thankful God loves me as I am and is daily sanctifying me and drawing me closer to him.  What a beautiful and gracious God we serve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the post I read tonight....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Would you want to be married to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found this question in a post on Simple Marriage (Corey's blog is my current painful introspective obsession).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, would you want to be married to you? How would you feel about being on the receiving end of your peculiarities, your selfishness, your obsessions, your limitations, and the things you won't let go of even though you know you should? Would you feel blessed or cheated if you received from your bride what she receives from you? Do you offer enough love, concern, support, understanding and space? Are you too critical, too distant, or too avoidant? Do you make your needs, desire and wants far bigger than you see her needs, desire and wants?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't like what you see when you answer these questions honestly, it's time to pick one thing and start working on it; then another thing and another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you like what you see when you answer these questions, there is a very good chance you are not being completely honest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7175069683302225773?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7175069683302225773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7175069683302225773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7175069683302225773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7175069683302225773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/wow.html' title='Wow'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7QMF9A21yI/AAAAAAAAArM/sNNjw0tpl_Y/s72-c/DSC06292.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6945148545168873645</id><published>2010-03-30T19:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T19:42:50.132-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 9 Month Photo Shoot Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7KabXmvIxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/P_0UVP2OqzE/s1600/Neela_039_fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 229px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7KabXmvIxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/P_0UVP2OqzE/s320/Neela_039_fb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454591893682725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7KaUHiP8mI/AAAAAAAAAq0/obCQ8B9Dovc/s1600/Neela_028_fb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7KaUHiP8mI/AAAAAAAAAq0/obCQ8B9Dovc/s320/Neela_028_fb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454591769109852770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6945148545168873645?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6945148545168873645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6945148545168873645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6945148545168873645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6945148545168873645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/neelas-9-month-photo-shoot.html' title='Neela&apos;s 9 Month Photo Shoot Preview'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S7KabXmvIxI/AAAAAAAAAq8/P_0UVP2OqzE/s72-c/Neela_039_fb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3562445659863528445</id><published>2010-03-30T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T00:20:21.445-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Video- 10 months</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-290991a8b3edaae8" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D290991a8b3edaae8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41E475AED1BFCBCC7A0646942F1594519F5306CF.162DA8F71874B146F7E2F3B6D7BF257F8C5085E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D290991a8b3edaae8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DalY-L67ApMltngrCfq_YKQTxpwY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v4.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D290991a8b3edaae8%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D41E475AED1BFCBCC7A0646942F1594519F5306CF.162DA8F71874B146F7E2F3B6D7BF257F8C5085E7%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D290991a8b3edaae8%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DalY-L67ApMltngrCfq_YKQTxpwY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keepin it short and sweet this time.  Neela is 10 months old and practicing walking with her walker.  She is so funny with this toy because she is so possessive of this toy.  When she falls she gets crazy about getting back up and walking with it.  Even if we are trying to help her get up, she gets crazy thinking we are going to take her away from it or something.  Anyway, she keeps us on our toes and lovin life.  What a precious blessing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3562445659863528445?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3562445659863528445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3562445659863528445' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3562445659863528445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3562445659863528445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/another-video-10-months.html' title='Another Video- 10 months'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2866587505954959165</id><published>2010-03-06T16:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T16:56:28.462-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Discovery... Toliet Paper</title><content type='html'>Neela's new discovery...&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TOILET PAPER&lt;/span&gt;!!  It's so funny.  When she spots it, she starts crawling with a mission.  Fast and straight forward.  She knows exactly what to do, she starts spinning the toilet paper until she sees the end and then startsa pulling. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5Hj8O3hEYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PtdQrLLxxK0/s1600-h/DSC06192.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5Hj8O3hEYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PtdQrLLxxK0/s320/DSC06192.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445384048390246786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Mom, it's called practicing my motor skills."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5HkO7e7ajI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-jUg8M6efSs/s1600-h/DSC06193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5HkO7e7ajI/AAAAAAAAAqk/-jUg8M6efSs/s320/DSC06193.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445384369604356658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Action shot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5HkfvvKIZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nNwDFzIva4M/s1600-h/DSC06194.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5HkfvvKIZI/AAAAAAAAAqs/nNwDFzIva4M/s320/DSC06194.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5445384658508980626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night when we were reading a book, we were reading "&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where is Baby's Belly Button"&lt;/span&gt;, Neela would lift the tab that covered the baby and I would say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BOO&lt;/span&gt;!  She would laugh so hard.  She proceeded again to slowly put the tab back down, wait 2 seconds, and then do it again and I would say &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;BOO&lt;/span&gt;! and this continued six times. I was doing my best not to die laughing it was so cute.  I love to watch her grow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2866587505954959165?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2866587505954959165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2866587505954959165' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2866587505954959165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2866587505954959165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-discovery-toliet-paper.html' title='New Discovery... Toliet Paper'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S5Hj8O3hEYI/AAAAAAAAAqc/PtdQrLLxxK0/s72-c/DSC06192.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3866012251809833574</id><published>2010-03-05T06:05:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-05T06:05:42.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Crawling!</title><content type='html'>Neela is officially crawling and she is lovin it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-db850d4b062654fd" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb850d4b062654fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7536133FB5E7690FD1CAE15687B8FE3545AC9916.28D5CD2350AAC762A5324F48E8E4AB3F04D6FBE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb850d4b062654fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd4m2xxpHPnFMggR0n87uVOt_PNI&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Ddb850d4b062654fd%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7536133FB5E7690FD1CAE15687B8FE3545AC9916.28D5CD2350AAC762A5324F48E8E4AB3F04D6FBE8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Ddb850d4b062654fd%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dd4m2xxpHPnFMggR0n87uVOt_PNI&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now she is racing around the house like she owns the place. :)  If she wants to go to the next room, she does not wait for us, she takes it upon herself to go exploring without us.  :)  She is quick at pulling herself up on things like the coffee table, couch, chairs, the tub, and even the toilet (yeah, a little gross I know. :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is a mover and a groover. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3866012251809833574?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3866012251809833574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3866012251809833574' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3866012251809833574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3866012251809833574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/crawling.html' title='Crawling!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2651377925804493430</id><published>2010-03-02T22:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-03T07:31:55.115-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valentine's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>This has been one of my favorite Valentine's so far.  This was our 1st Valentine's with a child and we loved it.  Tim is a husband who loves me well year round and still spoils me on Valentine's Day. :)  We had such a relaxing day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We started the day by going to church and enjoyed a yummy brunch (we met at the Dennis' home due to the marathon passing on Burnet Rd). &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;-We came home relaxed on the couch while Neela took her nap.  It's funny how we enjoy the little things of watching the nothingness on tv. :)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-After Neela woke up, we spent special time with her and her best friend, Rocky. (aka our dog :) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- We then went on a hike at Bull Creek Trail. The afternoon started out sunny and warm, but then quickly turned cold.  Rocky and Neela loved it, but Tim and I were freezing. :)  Neela was just giggling away at Rocky.  She loves him so much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- After we left the trail, Tim dropped us off at home and he went to get take out for dinner.  Tim wanted to cook me dinner, but we decided it would be more relaxing to just pick something up and not have to clean up the kitchen. :)  So he went to Whole Foods (Tim's new favorite grocery store) and it was fabulous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Neela ended up having a rough night, but we just thought.... Welcome to parenthood!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim gave me a gift certificate for a 90 minute massage!!!  Can't wait to use it.  What an amazing man.  Man do I love him! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2651377925804493430?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2651377925804493430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2651377925804493430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2651377925804493430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2651377925804493430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/valentines-day-2010.html' title='Valentine&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-752986648709209722</id><published>2010-03-02T20:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T07:27:03.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>9 months old!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-zqK7HXPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/d3k5lRPvrq4/s1600-h/DSC06168.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-zqK7HXPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/d3k5lRPvrq4/s320/DSC06168.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444768011582397682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been an exciting journey with our baby girl!  Really, we know how blessed we are to experience the joy of taking care of and protecting this precious life.  It's overwhelming at times t know God has entrusted us with Neela's life for this season of life.  We don't know what we are going , but we do know as we rely and trust in God, he will guide us daily on this sweet journey.  It's such a responsibility and tiring at times, but we wouldn't change a thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every month has been full of major milestones of smiling, kicking, rolling over, sitting up, eating food, sleeping through the night, laughing, pointing, teething, and now crawling. (not in this order though :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our daily prayer is for Neela is for her to know she is dead in her sin without the life saving grace of Jesus.  We pray she would know Jesus died on the cross for her sins and conquered death so that she may have eternal life.  We pray she finds her hope in him alone, understands that God created her uniquely with talents and beauty, and that she falls more in love with Jesus daily.  It is when she is experiencing true love that she can express this love to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disciplining is coming soon, so if you think about us please pray for wisdom as we start this stage of life. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-0-YRx1JI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j0dWO27jMh0/s1600-h/DSC06165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-0-YRx1JI/AAAAAAAAAqU/j0dWO27jMh0/s320/DSC06165.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444769458276127890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is falling more in love with Rocky everyday.  It's so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-0BrosYtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I6_zLyJp6Y8/s1600-h/DSC06162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-0BrosYtI/AAAAAAAAAqE/I6_zLyJp6Y8/s320/DSC06162.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444768415500493522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-0Y7z8GQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XDaRuhlyeSo/s1600-h/DSC06145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-0Y7z8GQI/AAAAAAAAAqM/XDaRuhlyeSo/s320/DSC06145.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5444768814979619074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-752986648709209722?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/752986648709209722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=752986648709209722' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/752986648709209722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/752986648709209722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/03/9-months-old.html' title='9 months old!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S4-zqK7HXPI/AAAAAAAAAp8/d3k5lRPvrq4/s72-c/DSC06168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-4783180204870560658</id><published>2010-02-05T17:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T18:16:39.889-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 1st UT basketball game</title><content type='html'>We love living in Austin!!  Now if you know us at all, you know we love to watch sports.  When we lived in Dallas we took full advantage of going to watch the Mavericks and going to Cowboy games. UT football and basketball is the team to watch in Austin, so that is what we do. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our friend Chad gave us tickets to the UT vs. Baylor basketball game.  It was a great game!  It was close score until the very end. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela had a fabulous time with her Daddy! (as usual :))&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yyVJr5COI/AAAAAAAAApk/AS7VBfYy8RU/s1600-h/DSC06115.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yyVJr5COI/AAAAAAAAApk/AS7VBfYy8RU/s320/DSC06115.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434914926776355042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela was kissing my check, but I missed it.  It was so sweet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yy3iXWE4I/AAAAAAAAAps/G67b_PrU0GY/s1600-h/DSC06107.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yy3iXWE4I/AAAAAAAAAps/G67b_PrU0GY/s320/DSC06107.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434915517516616578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the middle of the game, I took Neela to the restroom to change her diaper and on the way back this lady was tell me now cute Neela was which is normal, but this lady said she was sitting behind me smiling at Neela and Neela was smiling back so sweet.  She thought it was the cutest thing ever.  She was sweet to say that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the game when everyone was cheering and yelling, Neela would get startled, but then just kind of look around at everyone wondering what was going on.  She handled it very well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love family time with my man and babygirl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yze0faS2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/6YzGS2cb2og/s1600-h/DSC06121.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yze0faS2I/AAAAAAAAAp0/6YzGS2cb2og/s320/DSC06121.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434916192397183842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-4783180204870560658?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/4783180204870560658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=4783180204870560658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4783180204870560658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/4783180204870560658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/02/neelas-1st-ut-basketball-game.html' title='Neela&apos;s 1st UT basketball game'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2yyVJr5COI/AAAAAAAAApk/AS7VBfYy8RU/s72-c/DSC06115.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2101246659730073140</id><published>2010-01-31T18:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-31T18:19:27.016-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 1st Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O9CoMbOzI/AAAAAAAAApM/oZtBe_pUTZQ/s1600-h/DSC06010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O9CoMbOzI/AAAAAAAAApM/oZtBe_pUTZQ/s320/DSC06010.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432393428385872690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela on Christmas morning.  She had no idea what was going on!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how a 1st Christmas is such a big deal, but then again the kid never remembers it. hee!  But the parents do....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela's first Christmas was pretty low key.  Very different from our last 2 Christmas, Pre-Neela (India and Disneyworld).  Due to Tim starting his new dog walking business and it booming and growing so quickly, &lt;a href="http://austindogwalking.com"&gt;AustinDogWalking.com&lt;/a&gt;, we stayed in at home instead of going to Lufkin like we planned, we stayed in our home.  It was so fun, Tim's sister came down for a few days and Tim's parents stayed for like a week.  It was such a memorable time of relaxing, EATING, laughing, EATING, and did I mention EATING. :)  Christmas Eve we all did go to my parent's house for a celebration which was a great time of reflecting on the birth of Christ, the Savior of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela loved all her gifts.  She was engaged with her gifts, but as all babies she loved the boxes too. :)  She was spoiled rotten by her grandparents and uncles and aunties.  We stuck to the basics of what she needed, sheets, diapers, bottles, you know the usual. :)  She didn't know the difference. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela will love to look back on her pictures of her 1st Christmas. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O8ROb7fCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/y-3Gou-X2Sc/s1600-h/DSC05966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O8ROb7fCI/AAAAAAAAAo8/y-3Gou-X2Sc/s320/DSC05966.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432392579657989154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O8tvIAGiI/AAAAAAAAApE/vhVMRt2EL6g/s1600-h/DSC06003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O8tvIAGiI/AAAAAAAAApE/vhVMRt2EL6g/s320/DSC06003.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432393069469112866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O9kdG2VzI/AAAAAAAAApU/ML8DcYcZmHM/s1600-h/DSC06015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O9kdG2VzI/AAAAAAAAApU/ML8DcYcZmHM/s320/DSC06015.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432394009525245746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela lovin on that box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O-CEWRngI/AAAAAAAAApc/UU0mxzx2a2k/s1600-h/DSC06031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O-CEWRngI/AAAAAAAAApc/UU0mxzx2a2k/s320/DSC06031.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432394518275137026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proud Grandparents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2101246659730073140?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2101246659730073140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2101246659730073140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2101246659730073140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2101246659730073140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/neelas-1st-christmas.html' title='Neela&apos;s 1st Christmas'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/S2O9CoMbOzI/AAAAAAAAApM/oZtBe_pUTZQ/s72-c/DSC06010.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-279211567298577604</id><published>2010-01-29T17:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-29T18:35:11.285-06:00</updated><title type='text'>8 1/2 months old!!</title><content type='html'>So this video is totally not as exciting for you as it is for Tim and I.  Yes to you it looks like she is just sitting there doing nothing, but to us she is growing, exploring, and becoming more expressive everyday.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She does look so freakin cute!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-f15d8fcb52da3d2c" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df15d8fcb52da3d2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3445A30677E3A1D9F474B3263A9C17EE61A8A3F2.1F55DA67C95E0527F9B3EE86FAE066562B327D7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df15d8fcb52da3d2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFmm8GIVxdIQV4hpaEKsArDuMeK4&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Df15d8fcb52da3d2c%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3445A30677E3A1D9F474B3263A9C17EE61A8A3F2.1F55DA67C95E0527F9B3EE86FAE066562B327D7C%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Df15d8fcb52da3d2c%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DFmm8GIVxdIQV4hpaEKsArDuMeK4&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I know I have been totally awful at documenting Neela's life on our blog, but things change from this moment on. :) It's my New Year's Resolution.  hee! She is growing so fast and is getting more fun with each passing day.  She has been such a joy in our lives. She is 8 1/2 months old!!  Wow!!  Amazing!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We started feeding her solids at 6 months and she loved it!!  I made all her baby food myself which has been just a joy to do.  It doesn't matter moms if you do or not, but it was just a fun thing for me to do for Neela.  She gets so excited when she sees her bowl and just starts flapping her arms hoping she can maybe fly to the food. :)  She now is starting to eat a little food off our plates and it's so fun to see her face as she tries new things.  She is lovin everything which has made our lives a lot easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-We have Neela at a set bedtime around 7:45/8:00pmish and she is out for the night.  It's been great for Tim and I have time for ourselves in the evening to talk, read, watch tv, or just go to sleep. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neela has 2 teeth sprouting through her little gums.  She has actually handled it really well.  At night through the monitor we can hear her cry a little in her sleep and I think it's just her gums bothering her.  But she is a trooper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-In only week 2 of daycare Neela got in trouble. :)  The teacher told Tim she was pulling the other babies hair.  Oh my goodness!!!  When Tim told me that I laughed so hard and told him I am putting that down in her baby book! :)  She is so fascinated with hair.  It's hilarious. She asked Tim how we discipline that and up to that point we didn't, so then we knew we couldn't laugh her being intrigued by hair anymore. My nephew, Sanjay, literally puts his head close to her when he sees her so she can pull his hair.  So sweet.  That is how much she loved doing that.  But just to let you know, she has yet to get "in trouble" and is one of the favors at the daycare.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Neela is not crawling yet, but loves to stand holding the coffee table.  She gets so excited and does her "happy screams".  It's so adorable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so that's it for now.  Tim and I have plans that I need to get to, but just wanted to do a quick unedited blog.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More of Neela to come!!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-279211567298577604?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/279211567298577604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=279211567298577604' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/279211567298577604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/279211567298577604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2010/01/8-12-months-old.html' title='8 1/2 months old!!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1968625877091000271</id><published>2009-12-26T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T20:12:06.677-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SzbB8QIDWXI/AAAAAAAAAow/VjZhrwYMSi0/s1600-h/19267_388515045586_685415586_10333396_1496941_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 314px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SzbB8QIDWXI/AAAAAAAAAow/VjZhrwYMSi0/s320/19267_388515045586_685415586_10333396_1496941_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5419732442452023666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Today a Savior is born!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas and Happy New Year to you and your family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1968625877091000271?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1968625877091000271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1968625877091000271' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1968625877091000271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1968625877091000271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-savior-is-born-merry-christmas-to.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SzbB8QIDWXI/AAAAAAAAAow/VjZhrwYMSi0/s72-c/19267_388515045586_685415586_10333396_1496941_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1429915509859356091</id><published>2009-12-15T16:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T16:44:41.956-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Proposal</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3aa2bdf29557d6e6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aa2bdf29557d6e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49B13438D8BEF6A3A14FA78E7019CA1708CD3CAE.3352522A3DCB3BCCDF63183BE678E48F2B532E74%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aa2bdf29557d6e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do5TuGmxn3C8dlcCds2bYLWp8weY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt8.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3aa2bdf29557d6e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D49B13438D8BEF6A3A14FA78E7019CA1708CD3CAE.3352522A3DCB3BCCDF63183BE678E48F2B532E74%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3aa2bdf29557d6e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Do5TuGmxn3C8dlcCds2bYLWp8weY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim's wedding proposal was really creative.  It was Valentine's Day 2006.  We both worked full time so we decided to cook dinner together and then just watch a movie.  He of course had different plans in mind for the evening, but me being completely oblivious to what the night held was in for a big surprise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was suppose to be at his place at 6pm, but decided to freshen up by taking a shower and then started to cook the sides I was bringing.  So I did not get to his place until 7pm.  Whoops! :)  So when I drove up to his place he pulled me into his house and gently told me to sit on the couch and watch this video.  I had no idea what was going on because I did not think he would propose to me that night based on a conversation we had a few days before.  So this video pops up.  It was so sweet that I was crying and then at the end of the video, he gets in front of me and gets down on one knee and says a few sweet things and then proposes.  So amazing!!  So then we are hugging and then before he gave me the ring he makes me put on sunglasses just to be goofy. Then as he opens the box, this R&amp;B song "Bling bling" comes on.  It was so funny. Then we are hugging again and dancing to the music, &lt;a href="http://www.mitchellmob.blogspot.com"&gt;Butch&lt;/a&gt; comes out with a video camera.  He video taped the whole proposal!  It was so great. I am thankful to have that on video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love him and am so thankful for the husband that he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So below is the video he showed me before he proposed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1429915509859356091?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1429915509859356091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1429915509859356091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1429915509859356091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1429915509859356091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/proposal.html' title='Proposal'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3383647692781425027</id><published>2009-12-10T06:33:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T06:34:27.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Work in Progress</title><content type='html'>At our &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com"&gt;church&lt;/a&gt; we have been studying through the book of &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;James&lt;/span&gt;.  The name of our series is a &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Work in Progress&lt;/span&gt;.  James focuses on our faith producing fruit in and through our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim taught on James 5:13-18 which focuses on the power of prayer.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;We need to pray in every circumstance because:  &lt;br /&gt;-God listens&lt;br /&gt;-God moves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com/sermon/our-god/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;HERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to listen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Is any one of you in trouble? He should pray. Is anyone happy? Let him sing songs of praise. Is any one of you sick? He should call the elders of the church to pray over him and anoint him with oil in the name of the Lord. And the prayer offered in faith will make the sick person well; the Lord will raise him up. If he has sinned, he will be forgiven. Therefore confess your sins to each other and pray for each other so that you may be healed. The prayer of a righteous man is powerful and effective.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Elijah was a man just like us. He prayed earnestly that it would not rain, and it did not rain on the land for three and a half years. Again he prayed, and the heavens gave rain, and the earth produced its crops."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;James 5:13-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3383647692781425027?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3383647692781425027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3383647692781425027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3383647692781425027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3383647692781425027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/work-in-progress.html' title='Work in Progress'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5973109263528934095</id><published>2009-12-07T09:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-07T09:32:09.532-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It's beginning to look alot like Christmas</title><content type='html'>This month Neela will 7 months old.  Wow, how the time has flown by.  I just can't hug and love on that girl enough!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I attempted to take pictures of Neela during her 1st Christmas season!!  Check them out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm87Cd93pI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jaO3irnKjIU/s1600-h/DSC05809.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm87Cd93pI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jaO3irnKjIU/s320/DSC05809.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411564149723225746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first picture I took.  She is such a natural. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm9WGd5BZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qz2ZQ77Mw4w/s1600-h/DSC05817.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm9WGd5BZI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/qz2ZQ77Mw4w/s320/DSC05817.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411564614653117842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela was very intrigued with the ornaments.  Glitter!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm-DI4eL7I/AAAAAAAAAoY/_w9ntGJKl5s/s1600-h/DSC05820.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm-DI4eL7I/AAAAAAAAAoY/_w9ntGJKl5s/s320/DSC05820.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411565388395589554" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm-noPvZQI/AAAAAAAAAog/b0cnFaAP1wE/s1600-h/DSC05830.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm-noPvZQI/AAAAAAAAAog/b0cnFaAP1wE/s320/DSC05830.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411566015289976066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just can't get enough of those Christmas balls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm--UcMl6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/jOQWmZ2B_gk/s1600-h/DSC05818.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm--UcMl6I/AAAAAAAAAoo/jOQWmZ2B_gk/s320/DSC05818.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411566405110503330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We love you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5973109263528934095?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5973109263528934095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5973109263528934095' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5973109263528934095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5973109263528934095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/its-beginning-to-look-alot-like.html' title='It&apos;s beginning to look alot like Christmas'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sxm87Cd93pI/AAAAAAAAAoI/jaO3irnKjIU/s72-c/DSC05809.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2711354396680859796</id><published>2009-12-05T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-05T09:33:53.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt responding well after long surgery</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;For continuous updates click &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/notes/what-god-is-doing-at-the-village-church/matt-responding-well-after-long-surgery/188680638946"&gt;HERE&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Matt Chandler recognized his surgeon and was responding well after a seven-hour surgery to remove a brain tumor. The operation started at 2:30 p.m. on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tumor’s pathology report, originally thought to be available on Friday, is not expected until next week. Doctors were pleased with the surgery, especially after Matt responded to questions in recovery. He will remain in the hospital for a few days before being released. His wife, Lauren, is staying with him. Full recovery is expected to take several weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On behalf of the church, we thank God for Dr. David Barnett, for his skill and thoroughness of the surgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Evidences of God’s grace abounded throughout the day, as people from all over the world prayed and fasted. A young woman came to faith through this situation, and time and time again, everyone responded with prayers and testimonies of God’s goodness and mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will continue to post updates as they become available. Thank you for your continued prayers. Praise God for His grace. Praise Him. Praise Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2711354396680859796?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2711354396680859796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2711354396680859796' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2711354396680859796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2711354396680859796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/matt-responding-well-after-long-surgery.html' title='Matt responding well after long surgery'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1111598259793234790</id><published>2009-12-04T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-04T17:09:38.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Matt Chandler</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SxmFC5SrqpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/59f08LG4bMU/s1600-h/Chandler005.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SxmFC5SrqpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/59f08LG4bMU/s320/Chandler005.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411502712047774354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the pastor of the church Tim and I were involved in when we lived in Dallas.  We are so thankful for the gift of teaching God has given him and how God has used him in our lives to live the gospel daily and taught us to submit everyday to God so that we may be used by him and glorify Him alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thanksgiving Day he had a seizure and found out he has a tumor on his frontal lobe.  He is having surgery today that started at 10:45am.  Please pray for him and his family during this difficult time.  I know they are trusting in God's goodness and faithfulness which has been an encouragement to me.  In all things God is our rock and I see this in their lives now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fm.thevillagechurch.net/blog/hvpastor/"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to read the blog he wrote before he went into surgery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"For great is His steadfast love toward us, and the faithfulness of the Lord endures forever."&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 117:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1111598259793234790?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1111598259793234790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1111598259793234790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1111598259793234790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1111598259793234790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/12/matt-chandler.html' title='Matt Chandler'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SxmFC5SrqpI/AAAAAAAAAoA/59f08LG4bMU/s72-c/Chandler005.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-2494604590276316232</id><published>2009-11-19T09:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-19T11:16:21.494-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Flyleaf's New Video- Beautiful Bride</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e5d6a6a5c170c943" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5d6a6a5c170c943%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28C05D9A6B4ED09EB8AA5B29FBA3BCC860F3915C.456FC4589F305A3B05A8197CC4B98703FAC78ABC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5d6a6a5c170c943%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3p2XXToW5ojo73aiPs-ELgPsguk&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v14.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De5d6a6a5c170c943%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28C05D9A6B4ED09EB8AA5B29FBA3BCC860F3915C.456FC4589F305A3B05A8197CC4B98703FAC78ABC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De5d6a6a5c170c943%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3D3p2XXToW5ojo73aiPs-ELgPsguk&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a "Journal Entry" from Flyleaf's new album, Memento Mori.  It describes what this song is about.  "Beautiful Bride" is reminding believers in Jesus Christ of the unity we have and how God has designed each of us to glorify Him with our lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Beautiful Bride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Passerby Army's mission is to bring peace, faith, hope, freedom, and above all love to the entire world.  Our mantra, is "Memento Mori".  These words remind us that our mission is urgent, and that when death comes to anyone, at 18 or 80, a mortal life proves to be short.  We are reminded by Memento Mori to never waste a moment without advancing the mission.  The fate of our children and grandchildren depends on how we use the time we are given.  At a recent gathering my heart broke as I looked over the Passerby Army.  These men and women were ready to live and die for love, yet somehow they had gone from fighting the enemy to bickering and fighting each other.  I thought through what I could say to encourage them again.  Witha ll the stregnth of my voice and my heart I commanded: "Unified Diversity! Functioning as one Body..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I therefore, a prisoner for the Lord, urge you to walk i a manner worthy of the calling to which you have been called, with all humility and gentleness, with patience, bearing with one another in love, eager to maintain the unity of the Spirit in the bond of peace.  There is one body and one Spirit- just as you were called to the one hope that belongs to your call- one Lord, one faith, one baptism, one God and Father of all, who is over all and through all and in all."&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 4: 1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-2494604590276316232?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/2494604590276316232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=2494604590276316232' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2494604590276316232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/2494604590276316232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/flyleafs-new-video-beautiful-bride.html' title='Flyleaf&apos;s New Video- Beautiful Bride'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6176499635688730216</id><published>2009-11-17T06:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T06:38:30.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Allandale Food Drive</title><content type='html'>On November 21st we, &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com"&gt;North Village Church&lt;/a&gt; , are hosting a food driving for &lt;a href="http://www.austinfoodbank.org/"&gt;Capital Food Bank of Austin&lt;/a&gt; . &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We placed "HEB" brown paper sacks on 100's of people's door in the Allandale area in hopes of them serving and loving our community by participating in this cause.  There are so many people in need meals and this is a great way to help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;More information Below:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday November 21st, 12-3pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Where:&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Lucy Read Pre-K | 2608 Richcreek Rd Austin, TX 78757&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Below is what Capital Area Food Bank needs most:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Nonperishable Food&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Canned meats like tuna, stew, and chili (pop-tops preferred)&lt;br /&gt;    * Canned vegetables&lt;br /&gt;    * Pasta and pasta sauce&lt;br /&gt;    * Beans&lt;br /&gt;    * Rice&lt;br /&gt;    * Healthy cereals&lt;br /&gt;    * Peanut butter&lt;br /&gt;    * Baby food and baby formula&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Money&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * With every $5 donated, the Food Bank can provide $25 worth of nutritious meals. Financial donations made to the Capital Area Food Bank are tax-deductible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more information, visit our &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com/allandale-food-drive/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6176499635688730216?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6176499635688730216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6176499635688730216' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6176499635688730216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6176499635688730216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/11/allandale-food-drive.html' title='Allandale Food Drive'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6035150720626132751</id><published>2009-10-28T15:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:20:32.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela is going to love football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-6896a18af15a08de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" 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src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5943631488444166559</id><published>2009-10-23T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-24T00:29:48.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's 1st Pumpkin Patch Experience!</title><content type='html'>Well, we had our first family experience at the Pumpkin Patch.  It was so fun!  Neela loved the pumpkins and was so excited to be there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random run in:  The family in charge of the pumpkin patch was a family we met at our Dog Fair back in March.  They were so sweet and remembered us.  They helped us take our family picture.  We love living in Austin!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKQCoFOdWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bWS0cLcUBZw/s1600-h/DSC05293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKQCoFOdWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bWS0cLcUBZw/s320/DSC05293.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033678336750946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela was so intrigued by the pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKPsC8l01I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2_Jz0LQgvlQ/s1600-h/DSC05309.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKPsC8l01I/AAAAAAAAAnI/2_Jz0LQgvlQ/s320/DSC05309.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396033290411299666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Birdwell Family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKPSGAk5pI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pQmm-3AJWAc/s1600-h/DSC05308.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKPSGAk5pI/AAAAAAAAAnA/pQmm-3AJWAc/s320/DSC05308.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396032844556723858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela and her Momma.  I love this girl!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKO1j_J1HI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ObVgwoyAO90/s1600-h/DSC05301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKO1j_J1HI/AAAAAAAAAm4/ObVgwoyAO90/s320/DSC05301.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396032354387612786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela and her Daddy.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKOXseOWkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-LJbt70vaOg/s1600-h/DSC05284.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKOXseOWkI/AAAAAAAAAmw/-LJbt70vaOg/s320/DSC05284.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5396031841269340738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela loved her 1st Pumpkin Patch experience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5943631488444166559?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5943631488444166559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5943631488444166559' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5943631488444166559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5943631488444166559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/neelas-1st-pumpkin-patch-experience.html' title='Neela&apos;s 1st Pumpkin Patch Experience!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SuKQCoFOdWI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/bWS0cLcUBZw/s72-c/DSC05293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5594356522808927450</id><published>2009-10-19T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:57:01.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fabulous Dog Service Company</title><content type='html'>Looking for dog services in the Austin area?  Below is a great company I totally recommend.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the website!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://austindogwalking.com"&gt;AustinDogWalking.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5594356522808927450?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5594356522808927450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5594356522808927450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5594356522808927450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5594356522808927450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/dog-services.html' title='Fabulous Dog Service Company'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5482937919279320859</id><published>2009-10-16T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T10:34:32.221-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela laughing with Nayan and Sanjay</title><content type='html'>This video was made just when Neela turned 4 months.  It's so cute to see Neela playing with her cousins.  I know she is excited for the day when she can crawl/walk/run around with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-933bb73a7d7fc684" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D933bb73a7d7fc684%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D781587EAE1F73166BEACCD1A4DA84C51EE13D40B.530D6B74BEAF8BE36C95B9C75508089E36C0DE62%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D933bb73a7d7fc684%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMWOxQQrhH1B8-w-G-ZdgVBBMi40&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v23.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D933bb73a7d7fc684%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D781587EAE1F73166BEACCD1A4DA84C51EE13D40B.530D6B74BEAF8BE36C95B9C75508089E36C0DE62%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D933bb73a7d7fc684%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMWOxQQrhH1B8-w-G-ZdgVBBMi40&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5482937919279320859?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5482937919279320859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5482937919279320859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5482937919279320859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5482937919279320859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/neela-laughing-with-nayan-and-sanjay.html' title='Neela laughing with Nayan and Sanjay'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-380888953071720131</id><published>2009-10-13T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-13T14:51:47.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Neela's Toes</title><content type='html'>So Neela is officially 5 months as of yesterday!  Yay!! I can't believe how quickly the time has pasted by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During her 4 months of life she picked up a really funny habit... &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;chewing on her toes&lt;/span&gt;. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started to discover her feet in the mornings when she woke up. She would entertain herself for a while just playing with her feet and then discovered her toes felt really good on her sore gums (that have teeth sprouting through) so she thought "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Why not?"&lt;/span&gt;.  It's the cutest thing ever!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So one day I caught her in the action!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-388ac0e21f0c346f" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D388ac0e21f0c346f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58231D1CB9D9686D0D78380697623EE439B03B07.3D08C1513C7A53D005E30B8A4B225EE013FD9E72%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D388ac0e21f0c346f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DptnJofuXesKP9_o_5s17fvkTucQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v10.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D388ac0e21f0c346f%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330384770%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D58231D1CB9D9686D0D78380697623EE439B03B07.3D08C1513C7A53D005E30B8A4B225EE013FD9E72%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D388ac0e21f0c346f%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DptnJofuXesKP9_o_5s17fvkTucQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-380888953071720131?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/380888953071720131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=380888953071720131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/380888953071720131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/380888953071720131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/10/neelas-toes.html' title='Neela&apos;s Toes'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-1891330166550530854</id><published>2009-09-24T17:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T09:56:12.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missional Theology: Justification</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I keep up with this fabulous website&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.missionalpeople.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;www.missionalpeople.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a great tool and resource to know what scripture teaches us about knowing Him and sharing His truth with others around us on a daily basis in our natural surroundings.  Below is a great article about how important it is to know that we are Justified by Jesus Christ and we need to share this truth with others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an article from this website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Knowing what is involved in justification and why it is necessary is extremely important, but it means nothing if it does not move us to mission. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Realizing that we are justified by and before a holy God through Jesus should move us to invite others to experience the same justification.&lt;/span&gt; This should not be an aspect of theology that we casually graze over, but rather it should be a heart-felt mentality that we embrace deeply and live with consistently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can approach God confidently as a justified people because we are not coming to God based on our actions or ability to obey. Whether we are living in obedience, disobedience, good deeds, or bad deeds, we are still approaching God in the righteousness of Christ. On our best day we are unable to please God with our good deeds. In fact, God declares that our righteousness is like a filthy rag to God. While this belief of justification is common amongst evangelicals in theory, it is not usually lived out in practice. Most evangelicals, myself included, get so caught up in following moral checklists and rules that we forget the fact that if we are believers in Christ, we are standing in the righteousness of Christ. When we do all the right things, we are standing in the righteousness of Christ. When we fall into sin, we are standing in the righteousness of Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not making a case for anarchy or disobedience for believers once we are saved. God makes it clear that he expects us to follow him in faithful obedience and to walk in good deeds all the days of our lives. However, I am saying that &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;because God through Christ justifies us in salvation, our access and approach to God is never dependent upon our righteous, but rather the perfect righteousness of Christ. This is the beauty of justification. This is the truth that should cause us to fall at the feet of Jesus daily, thanking him for this gift of righteous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The truth of justification also enables us to focus on Jesus and point others to Him. &lt;/span&gt;So many of us are so consumed with our sin struggles and our own righteousness that we do not have the time or the energy to minister and serve others. We often feel this way because we are bearing all of our sin and grief and do not have any room left to bear the sin and grief of others. The problem with this mentality that plagues so many of us is that we cannot bear our own sin, much less others. However, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;the beauty of justification is that Jesus bore all of our sin and actually became sin for us so we could be declared righteous.&lt;/span&gt;  If we truly get the idea of justification in our lives, we will be able to listen to others and equip others to know Jesus and experience the justification he offers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-1891330166550530854?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/1891330166550530854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=1891330166550530854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1891330166550530854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/1891330166550530854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/missional-theology-justification.html' title='Missional Theology: Justification'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-7533094108312300458</id><published>2009-09-21T13:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:56:52.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Village Church</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SrfXhRE6-SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5albyyaF3zk/s1600-h/DSC05118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SrfXhRE6-SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5albyyaF3zk/s320/DSC05118.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384008846064417058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we have officially started having Sunday services at &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;North Village Church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;!!  Not that it is about a Sunday service, but it's cool to be able to worship God together with music and teaching.  So September 13th was our official 1st Sunday and this past Sunday was our 2nd service.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been such an encouragement to see God provide and open doors in the community and in people's hearts.  It just confirms for me that this is where God wants us to be.  It's sad to say I could not just trust that this is where God wants us to be, I had to have him show me by providing earthly securities of a place to meet, people, finances, and much more.  I love that God is so graciously loving that in this learning time he lead me so gently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have three  different &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com/get-involved/"&gt;"neighborhood gatherings"&lt;/a&gt; every week which has been a fun time of eating together, hanging out, and looking at scripture.  We talk about hard questions and have an open environment to ask questions.  We are all ok with not being ok.  We know none of us are perfect so why try to hide our imperfections.  We know we all have hurts and struggles and we don't have to hide them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.northvillagechurch.com"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; to learn about more ways you can get plugged in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Up coming events:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Back to School Supply Drive - September 13th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Austin Dog Fair 2.0 - October 17th&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full."&lt;br /&gt;John 10:10&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-7533094108312300458?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/7533094108312300458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=7533094108312300458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7533094108312300458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/7533094108312300458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/north-village-church.html' title='North Village Church'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SrfXhRE6-SI/AAAAAAAAAmo/5albyyaF3zk/s72-c/DSC05118.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-6229785711558035116</id><published>2009-09-18T09:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T10:19:59.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'>4 months!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SrOkZ0r1GUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ME0-VIPoY3M/s1600-h/DSC05195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SrOkZ0r1GUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ME0-VIPoY3M/s320/DSC05195.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382826743184038210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Neela is officially 4 months!  Crazy!  I can't believe how quickly the time has pasted and how big she is.  The other day I saw a 2 week old newborn and she was tiny!  Neela was so much bigger.  I just can't believe how she is growing and stealing my heart more everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Fun New Deveopments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- She started sucking her thumb.&lt;br /&gt;- She puts her feet in her mouth.  This is hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;- She giggles a lot and sometimes I don't know what sets it off.  The other day Tim and I took her on a walk outside and in the middle of our conversation she just started giggling so hard.  It was so funny!&lt;br /&gt;- She rolled over. (well, a little trouble with the top of her body :) )&lt;br /&gt;- She likes to just watch me do things around the house.&lt;br /&gt;- We starting to try to put her down at 8pm or 9pm and it works for the most part.  She has trouble putting herself to sleep but once she is a sleep she sleeps until 7:30-8am.&lt;br /&gt;- She is grabbing her "hanging toys"&lt;br /&gt;- She loves to touch our faces.&lt;br /&gt;- She loves the outdoors.  She loves to look at trees. (she has loved the outdoors for awhile :) )&lt;br /&gt;- When I pray with her she laughs. (i think she just thinks I am talking to her :) )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has definitely been an adjustment for us to have a baby in our lives, but we wouldn't trade it for anything.  To do date nights there has to be a lot more planning, nights can be unpredictable when putting her to bed, or going out to public places just takes a little more effort.  But in the end, well worth it.  She brings so much joy into our lives with every laugh and smile.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;A few places she has been since she's been born:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Dallas&lt;br /&gt;- Nana and Nani's house&lt;br /&gt;- Paw Paw and Mi Mi's house&lt;br /&gt;- Chad Uncle and Shubhra Mausi's house&lt;br /&gt;- The State Capitol&lt;br /&gt;- The Almo&lt;br /&gt;= The Riverwalk&lt;br /&gt;- Dallas Cowboys Training Camp&lt;br /&gt;- North Village Church (every Sunday :) )&lt;br /&gt;- The City Church&lt;br /&gt;- 6th Street  (we are starting her young :) )&lt;br /&gt;- Lake Austin&lt;br /&gt;- Round Rock Baseball Team game&lt;br /&gt;Just a few off the top of my head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay for Neela's life. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-6229785711558035116?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/6229785711558035116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=6229785711558035116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6229785711558035116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/6229785711558035116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/4-months.html' title='4 months!!'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SrOkZ0r1GUI/AAAAAAAAAmg/ME0-VIPoY3M/s72-c/DSC05195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-3917516432795901157</id><published>2009-09-12T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-12T10:55:49.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sameer and April's Wedding</title><content type='html'>Sameer and April were married on August 22nd in Belton, TX.  It was a beautiful outside wedding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela was such a champ.  She made it through the hot ceremony and enjoyed the cool evening of catching up with old friends and celebrating the day.  This was her first outside wedding.  She was so happy for Sameer Mamu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvC8K4h85I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ON_fOJH84-I/s1600-h/DSC05072.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvC8K4h85I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ON_fOJH84-I/s320/DSC05072.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380608518793589650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mr. and Mrs. Sameer Bhattacharya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvAjKJZp5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/6dzpQs42_dw/s1600-h/DSC05069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvAjKJZp5I/AAAAAAAAAlw/6dzpQs42_dw/s320/DSC05069.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380605890075928466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela keeping herself busy. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvBo2LwrnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GvWpsgLdStA/s1600-h/DSC05086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvBo2LwrnI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GvWpsgLdStA/s320/DSC05086.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380607087307959922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela saw everyone else eating food and decided she needed to grub as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvDZ_-8ffI/AAAAAAAAAmY/n_a5_tJwh0k/s1600-h/DSC05099.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvDZ_-8ffI/AAAAAAAAAmY/n_a5_tJwh0k/s320/DSC05099.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380609031263780338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is she not the sweetest baby ever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvA7VJL-TI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0_4lnksifco/s1600-h/DSC05080.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvA7VJL-TI/AAAAAAAAAl4/0_4lnksifco/s320/DSC05080.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380606305344682290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our fun family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvCFwIQqRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ySGtybWcyqE/s1600-h/DSC05090.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvCFwIQqRI/AAAAAAAAAmI/ySGtybWcyqE/s320/DSC05090.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380607583898872082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so this is a funny story.  So Shubhra and I did not know what each other's dresses looked like or even the color. I bought my dress like 2 days before the wedding and she had bought hers a few weeks ago, but we got dresses that were the exact same color. It was so funny.  We felt like we were secret bridesmaids. hee! hee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvAKNlB-dI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3_diahCraVs/s1600-h/DSC05075.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvAKNlB-dI/AAAAAAAAAlo/3_diahCraVs/s320/DSC05075.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380605461500393938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the happy couple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-3917516432795901157?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/3917516432795901157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=3917516432795901157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3917516432795901157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/3917516432795901157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/09/sameer-and-aprils-wedding.html' title='Sameer and April&apos;s Wedding'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SqvC8K4h85I/AAAAAAAAAmQ/ON_fOJH84-I/s72-c/DSC05072.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5168968883347295171</id><published>2009-08-19T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:02:25.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random...</title><content type='html'>Neela's 1st trip to the state capitol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow-FswUlmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VmtBbIyvsmM/s1600-h/DSC04750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow-FswUlmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VmtBbIyvsmM/s320/DSC04750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371736723180263010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela's 1st time at the lake!  She loved the water and the sand in her toes. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow9fV2Xn5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/5RpY_pWLfJ0/s1600-h/DSC04796.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow9fV2Xn5I/AAAAAAAAAlY/5RpY_pWLfJ0/s320/DSC04796.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371736064196583314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela's 1st time at Dallas Cowboys Training Camp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow9FT2Ph7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/S-yBvVcyqJY/s1600-h/DSC04856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow9FT2Ph7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/S-yBvVcyqJY/s320/DSC04856.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371735616982583218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Neela LOVES her Daddy!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow6mgBG_6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/VytqPlh419c/s1600-h/DSC04892.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow6mgBG_6I/AAAAAAAAAlI/VytqPlh419c/s320/DSC04892.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371732888650186658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy and Neela hanging out. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow5kWPFM-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/YFuKJqim7Mc/s1600-h/DSC04886.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow5kWPFM-I/AAAAAAAAAlA/YFuKJqim7Mc/s320/DSC04886.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371731752153068514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5168968883347295171?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5168968883347295171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5168968883347295171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5168968883347295171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5168968883347295171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/random.html' title='Random...'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/Sow-FswUlmI/AAAAAAAAAlg/VmtBbIyvsmM/s72-c/DSC04750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-336996677644269968.post-5279813477717738596</id><published>2009-08-06T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T21:56:24.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing Esther</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SnuK7K0Y9LI/AAAAAAAAAko/hbzGEPAKpW4/s1600-h/esther"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SnuK7K0Y9LI/AAAAAAAAAko/hbzGEPAKpW4/s320/esther" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367036130063086770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My special, beautiful, sweet cousin Esther passed away on July 3, 2009.  I know there are so many of our friends who were constant prayer for her and I want to thank you so much for your thoughtfulness and love.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esther's heart and complete desire was to know God and to make Him known.  She was willing to follow His will even if it meant losing her life on this earth.  She did not find her hope and identity on this earth but took every opportunity to share Christ with anyone who came in contact with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am daily challenged with the life she lived and how she faced death.  She truly had the peace, love, and gentleness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss her so much.  I hate that she had to suffer like this, but trust God was using her. I can now see the impact she continues to make in my life as well as the lives of so many others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a &lt;a href="http://video.ak.facebook.com/video-ak-sf2p/v2686/221/37/521969019701_51403.mp4"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt; she made a few months ago.  It shares her heart full of despair, hope, and trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SnuLDaUf9ZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/15TVXqzHcwQ/s1600-h/esther1"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 203px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SnuLDaUf9ZI/AAAAAAAAAkw/15TVXqzHcwQ/s320/esther1" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367036271663248786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/336996677644269968-5279813477717738596?l=birdwellbeat.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/feeds/5279813477717738596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=336996677644269968&amp;postID=5279813477717738596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5279813477717738596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/336996677644269968/posts/default/5279813477717738596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://birdwellbeat.blogspot.com/2009/08/missing-esther.html' title='Missing Esther'/><author><name>Birdwells</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00900060521773524983</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SRc08t2_ECI/AAAAAAAAATw/OvfdsN8Wclo/S220/DSC02262.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_xu5NlNVjg3o/SnuK7K0Y9LI/AAAAAAAAAko/hbzGEPAKpW4/s72-c/esther' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
