<?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-5669089302947466394</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:19:46.032-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buzzin' bee</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>20</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-9157862735515824039</id><published>2010-01-04T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T09:13:29.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Peru</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/S0YWLI8jfuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HeC0amr3GeE/s1600-h/IMG_0561.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/S0YWLI8jfuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HeC0amr3GeE/s200/IMG_0561.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424047181850181346" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/S0YVkdyMKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rUNrL8V_YBA/s1600-h/IMG_0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/S0YVkdyMKKI/AAAAAAAAAJA/rUNrL8V_YBA/s200/IMG_0541.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5424046517428955298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last blog series fell by the way side because no one commented.  How childish I am.  This Bog is so that I can hear myself think not so that I can have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;comments&lt;/span&gt; feed my ego. : )&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The month of December was a journey to remember.  We went on a mission trip to Peru.  I think back to how I worried about everything before we left.  What else do I need to bring with us?  That was a constant thought as though I couldn't live with out my stuff here.   The majority of my thoughts and worries were about safety.  Read some of the reports about Lima Peru on the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;internet&lt;/span&gt; and you will understand what I was worried about.  I also worried about getting sick from the food, water, air, whatever!  It is good to have a good dose of preparedness mixed with a sense of reality, but I fret over what is unknown to me so much.  It was how I expressed my apprehension and excited anticipation about the trip.  So with all of my little bottles of everything we could possibly need &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;pharmaceutically&lt;/span&gt; and enough &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;probiotics&lt;/span&gt;, and airborne in my system for the last two  weeks we set off on our adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(I don't think John worried about anything having been on two mission trips previously.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was an amazing time.  There was a group of 35 of us from Wisconsin that went.  We only knew 8 of the group prior to going because they were pastors from the conference.  It was great to see &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;everyone's&lt;/span&gt; excitement and hear stories about how people were able to raise the funds to go by rummage sales and gifts from church family.  When there is a will and determination to go, the funds will come because of generous people and God's desire to get us there.    We quickly became a family of friends.  We had the group buddy system for safety wherever we went.  We had a few extra days to "relax" and prepare for the meetings to start so that lent itself for us to be brave and explore a little in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Miraflores&lt;/span&gt; where our hotel was located.  Those were some fun adventures laughing with new friends.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the first Saturday we met our translator, Sandra and our host pastor, Ronald.  There are 5 churches in his district and so we visited each one encouraging the people to bring their neighbors and friends to the meetings starting the next night.  Everyone was so happy that we had come and waved enthusiastically and shook our hands or hugged us.  We saw the site that we would be doing the meetings and met the sweet lady who was donating her home to start this new church.  We let go of most of our fears of the unknown that day. We already knew who was at work here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each night we were enthusiastically greeted.  Many came because they wanted to hear the health messages that I presented, but they got more than that.  They heard John speak next of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Jesus's&lt;/span&gt; love and desire for their lives and people were changed that week.    I had only prepared for giving health messages, but God had a bigger plan for me.  The pastor begged me  to do something for the children so on the second night I started sharing with the kids after I shared the health topic.  The children shared with me.  I was so glad that I didn't say no to God and his reminder that I was there to help and serve.  I was reminded that I didn't have to have a big production, but needed to have a genuine smile and heart for the children.  They loved acting out bible stories, singing songs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;english&lt;/span&gt;, teaching me songs in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;spanish&lt;/span&gt; and loved the crafts that I scrounged up for them.  They loved the tall white, blue eyed girl from Wisconsin that came to spend time with them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The new church was dedicated at the end of the meetings.  10 people gave their lives to Jesus and 10 people dedicated themselves to serve as mentors to them in this new beginning for the neighborhood that knows of pickpockets, other forms of theft and prostitution.  It was hard to say goodbye to this group of people who had accepted us as family.  They are family, in the family of God,  miles away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how I loved coming back to the hotel each night to hear about all of the other teams experiences in their churches.  We all had the shared excitement of seeing people take a step forward to accept a new life.  We were all safe during our whole journey, and most of us didn't get sick.  Most of us left with the question of wonder of where God will send us next.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-9157862735515824039?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/9157862735515824039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=9157862735515824039' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/9157862735515824039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/9157862735515824039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2010/01/peru.html' title='Peru'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/S0YWLI8jfuI/AAAAAAAAAJI/HeC0amr3GeE/s72-c/IMG_0561.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-5684059757031255081</id><published>2009-10-20T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:40:27.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPTIVATING 2</title><content type='html'>Chapter 2 (summarized)&lt;div&gt;What Eve Alone Can Tell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Eve is the crescendo, the final astonishing work of God.  Woman.  She is the Master's finishing touch."  Every woman should remind herself that "the whole, vast world is incomplete with out me.  Creation reached its zenith in me."  Eve is created because things were not right with out her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Women are relational to their core.  This tells us of God's desire and capacity for intimate relationship, yearns for relationship with us.  God longs to be loved by you.  God yearns to share a life of beauty, intimacy and adventure with us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God's mission to Adam and Eve to be fruitful and conquer (Gen 1: 26-28) shows we are to live this adventure of life together.  Eve is his "ezer kenegdo" helper, companion, help meet, sustainer beside him, lifesaver alongside.  This reflects God's plan to be the lifesaver alongside his created beings, to share in the adventure alongside, not in the sidelines.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty.  The created world is filled with the glory of God.  The reason why a woman asks, Do you delight in me? is because God does as well.  God id captivating beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty speaks. In nature there is rest.  That is what it is like to be with a woman at rest.  a woman comfortable with her feminine beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Beauty invites.  Beauty nourishes and offers life.  Beauty comforts and soothes the soul.  Beauty inspires.  Beauty is transcendent and is sometimes so deep it pierces us with a longing.  Beauty draws us to the creator, to God. One of the deepest ways a woman bears the image of God is in her "mystery"- something to be explored.  God wants to be known and sought after by those who would know him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-5684059757031255081?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/5684059757031255081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=5684059757031255081' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5684059757031255081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5684059757031255081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/10/captivating-2.html' title='CAPTIVATING 2'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-1008512769587878077</id><published>2009-10-20T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T14:26:05.517-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CAPTIVATING</title><content type='html'>Most of you know how much I enjoy reading a good book.  How many of you have read "Captivating"  By John and Stasi Eldridge?  If you have read it again and comment, and if you haven't, read it.  I am only on chapter 5 and I am reading it slowly.  I am doing something I never do as well, which is taking notes and  journaling on my self reflections.  It is a lovely experience.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chapter 1 (summarized)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A Woman's Heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman's heart desires  to be romanced.  We love feeling wanted and fought for.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman's heart desires a irreplaceable role in a great adventure.  a woman is a warrior too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A woman's heart desires beauty to unveil.  To be beautiful, feel beautiful and recognized as beautiful. She has a desire to be captivating in the depths of who she is.  In the beauty of your heart, and depth of spirit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-1008512769587878077?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/1008512769587878077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=1008512769587878077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/1008512769587878077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/1008512769587878077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/10/captivating.html' title='CAPTIVATING'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-4399684811535789663</id><published>2009-10-14T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T11:16:26.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>embracing the cold</title><content type='html'>It is here again so abruptly.  cold days.  from 85 to 60 degrees to 40 degrees in no time at all.  It is funny how when winter turns to spring 50 degrees feels glorious and warm and you don't need a jacket anymore.  But.  But, when summer turns to fall and quickly to winter after a blissful 80 degrees 50 feels so COLD.    What a wimp I have become and how quickly I forget.&lt;div&gt;I love the colors the leaves turn and how crisp and fresh the air feels and smells.  There are piles of leaves, but no Solomon and Benjamin to burry in and laugh.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am deciding to embrace the fall with all of the glorious pumpkin, root vegetable and squash recipes I can find.  In doing so I am loving all  of the cinnamon, nutmeg and clove and trying to be careful not to gain back the 15 pounds I worked so hard at getting off of my body.  I must keep moving in all of my desire to curl up in a blanket and read all of the time mentality.  As I walked up the stairs to get to the computer my muscles reminded me of how hard they are working for me after yesterday's workout.  Must keep moving and not bake too many goodies and keep drinking tea instead of longing for hot chocolate.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-4399684811535789663?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/4399684811535789663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=4399684811535789663' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/4399684811535789663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/4399684811535789663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/10/embracing-cold.html' title='embracing the cold'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-8244855207763209759</id><published>2009-08-19T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:18:12.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>tiny footprints on a mother's heart</title><content type='html'>when a baby arrives,&lt;div&gt;be it for a day, or longer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;or perhaps only a sweet flickering moment&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the fragile spark of a tender soul&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the secret swell of a new pregnancy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the goldfish flutter known only to you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;you are un mistakenly changed...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the tiny footprints left behind on your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;bespeak your name as mother.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-8244855207763209759?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/8244855207763209759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=8244855207763209759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/8244855207763209759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/8244855207763209759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/08/tiny-footprints-on-mothers-heart.html' title='tiny footprints on a mother&apos;s heart'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-911973982516804080</id><published>2009-08-19T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T18:14:30.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Held</title><content type='html'>Two months is too little&lt;div&gt;they let him go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;they had no sudden healing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to think that providence &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;would take a child from his mother &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;while she prays is appalling&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who told us we'd be rescued&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;what has changed and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;why should we be saved from nightmares&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we're asking why this happens to us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;who have died to live, its unfair&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what it means to be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what it is to be loved and to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the promise was that when everything fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this hand is bitterness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we want to taste it and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;let the hatred numb our sorrows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;the wise hand opens slowly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;to lilies of the valley and tomorrow&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if hope is born of suffering&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;if this is only the beginning&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;can we not wait, for one hour&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watching for our savior&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what it means to be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;how it feels when the sacred is torn from your life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and you survive&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;this is what it is to be loved and to know &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;that the promise was that when everything fell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;we'd be held&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  Held  by Natalie Grant&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks Harmony for this song.  It helps to get out the tears that weigh me down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-911973982516804080?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/911973982516804080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=911973982516804080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/911973982516804080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/911973982516804080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/08/held.html' title='Held'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-7681148568281789214</id><published>2009-06-01T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T10:46:05.997-07:00</updated><title type='text'>dog park</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;It has been a little while since I have read all of my friends beautiful blogs.  It has been a while since I have rambled and written.  I needed a season of self  I suppose.  Mother's day this year was harder than I expected.  Now I move forward again.  Still grieving, still wishing, still hoping, still praying to become a mother again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;For now I have my dog so you shall hear me ramble a bit about my dog, Dulce.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday I had a glimpse into motherhood.  go a head and laugh while I tell you this.  We took Dulce to the dog park for the first time yesterday.  She is now 6 1/2 months and thought it was time to try.  It was lovely...... 14 acres of fenced in and partially wooded dog park.  I was so happy watching her boldly engage other dogs in a chase including a huge great dane named Orca!  I was so proud that when I called her she would return to me.  I was so proud to watch her in the whole experience.  I love dogs so much and was great for me to watch and pet many of the other dogs.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;When we were heading back toward the entry gate another "doodle" came in.  Jazmin was only 2 months older than Dulce.  Shortly after another 3 year old "doodle"  came and joined the fun.  After prompting by us the other doodle dog parents engaged in small talk and about their doodles.  the conversation was nice until they started asking about where we got our dog and where they got theirs.  My pet shop dog was looked down upon, though we did rescue her and she was prettier than the other two (hear defensive momma tones in my voice).  They went on and on about their breeders and knowing that their puppies have champion studs and dames for parents.  Who cares if you aren't going to show them or breed them.    My dog is healthy and happy.  They totally dismissed us and didn't include us in the rest of the conversation.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I thought of what it would be like with a group of parents shunning my child because he/she is less than.  shame on them.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We will go again.  Dulce will run and play with all of the other dogs and we will talk to many other nice, less snobby dog parents.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-7681148568281789214?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/7681148568281789214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=7681148568281789214' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/7681148568281789214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/7681148568281789214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/06/dog-park.html' title='dog park'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-6177921352995111816</id><published>2009-04-10T11:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T11:42:57.747-07:00</updated><title type='text'>spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Last night I went for a walk with Dulce.  I usually do but this night was different.  There was a full moon to light our path and it was a little warmer.  Usually as soon as the sun goes down it is quite chilly.  The air was still for a change.  The air smelled of spring.  Several neighbors have been aerating their lawns and planting new seed so it smelled of earth and of grass how it usually smells after a light rain.  Wisconsin is finally waking up.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I am anxiously waiting for the bulbs that I planted to grow.  I saved Daffodil bulbs that Harmony gave me last year and had put them in the freezer for their winter freeze. I need to see flowers!  I miss the forsythia bushes on Andrew's campus in the spring.  Soon and very soon they will arise.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My mom reminded me of one of my pappy's sayings.  He was always making up something silly.  Literature majors forgive the grammar for my pappy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  Spring is here,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  the grass is ris,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                  I wonder where the flowers is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Happy Good friday and Happy Easter to all of you.  May the grace of God and the Joy of His Salvation bless you this day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-6177921352995111816?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/6177921352995111816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=6177921352995111816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/6177921352995111816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/6177921352995111816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/04/spring.html' title='spring'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-1531371276811191370</id><published>2009-04-03T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T11:58:45.929-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I live in a state of not knowing where home is.  I can rationalize that home is where ever John and I are together.  That is where true home is.  Home is where your heart is.  Home is where John is for that reason, but that also means that home is where I grew up and where my family is. I wax nostalgic about this because I was blessed to be able to go to California to see my family this last weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I had been asked to come to help with a spiritual retreat which included water therapy, by my friend and former boss Valerie.  She is one of my spiritual sisters who I love.  I didn't think that I could go because of finances, but offered to be a intercessor of prayer for the participants and to help with creating meditations and mini sermonettes as well as verses to incorporate into a meditative art project with water colors.  It was a blessing to help with this and I felt close to God in the process.  Valerie surprised me by saying that I needed to come and she bought me a plane ticket with her flyer miles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We spent the weekend at Warner Springs Ranch in California.  There is a natural hot spring full of wonderful minerals.  They have an olympic size pool that they mix hot with cool to create a wonderful pool to do therapy in.  It is a private rustic resort so is peaceful and quiet.  We prayed over the area and the waters and set the intention for love and gratitude.  There were 15 women on the trip.  There is healing that occurs when you allow yourself to love and trust those who place their hands on you in the healing power of Jesus and help to facilitate what your body needs to let go of the physical and emotional stress our bodies harbor.  Therapists also got treatment so that meant that I was able to let go of a lot of tension that I didn't realize I had.  One person holds your head, another your low back and pelvis, and another your feet.  you are then able to relax and float as the therapists are able to "listen" to what your body needs and take your body through a dance of unwinding in the warm water.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;We call the weekend "women on the rocks"  because we went for a meditative walk up the little hill to sit on the boulders.  In these rocks are grinding holes that were once used by the women of a native american tribe.  This place looks over the valley of the hot springs, and looks out at the other green rolling hills of the high desert.  Oh how I miss the hills, california sage and the granite boulders of "home."  We each had time of personal meditation and then at our own time walked back to our spot by the pool.  I was able to listen to the Holy Spirit and Jesus helped me to understand the emotions I needed to understand and be revealed to me.  I was able to realize that I needed to forgive myself.  I harbored guilt and responsibility for the death of our baby last year.  I know that there was nothing that I could have done to save him from becoming entangled in the cord and if I did know, he was too little to survive on his own.  I needed to give up my sense of failure as a woman, wife and mother.  I also need to give up my fear of another loss to Jesus so that I can move forward and be able to try for and accept another life in my womb.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The joy of the weekend was being able to share that with my mom as she also went on the retreat. Having my mom and Val there to help me on this journey was so important because I needed to be able to verbalize my new revelations and be able to cry as I have not been allowing my self to do.  I was able to help others through their own journey of healing as well.&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; I was able to help Valerie in spiritual leadership which felt natural, unlike at the two churches that John is pastoring in.  I was able to give and receive which was such a blessing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Not only was the retreat a beauty in itself, but I was also able to spend quality time with my brother Scott, sister-in-law Erika, and my niece Abigail before and after the retreat.  I was able to have an entire day with Abigail who turned 4 in December.  It is good to be loved and be "Auntie Bee."  That day reminded me of the goal and the hope of having my own family, and of the love that I have from my brother, sister and niece.  It is good to play and laugh and explore through the eyes of a 4 year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;This all came at a wonderful time.  I came home to John on March 31, and on April 1st we remembered the day that Aidan was born and laughed and cried and journeyed together.  I feel that God blessed me by being able to have this weekend with the women on the rocks so that I could seek Him and know that I would survive and that I have a purpose before the saddness of April 1st set in.  I have had my great cry for 2 days and I will have times when I need to cry again and I have to allow that for myself.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I long for the time when Jesus shall return and there will be no more sorrow, no more loss, and our brokenness will be replaced by nothing but love, peace and joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-1531371276811191370?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/1531371276811191370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=1531371276811191370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/1531371276811191370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/1531371276811191370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/04/home.html' title='Home'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-1963443481765478232</id><published>2009-03-09T12:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T12:09:49.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I needed that</title><content type='html'>Thank you to my girls, Lindsey, Jodi, and Katie for a wonderful evening chatting about life's wonderful delights; weddings, food, books, movies, books, relationships, books, rodents and bugs, and books.  How I have missed those times sitting on the couch and just laughing, blabbing and hugging and smiling.  I just wish Harmony and Heather could have been there to have made it complete with ALL of my favorite girls from the latter year in Berrien springs.  I love you, I love you and cherish the moments we had together.  How I hated it to come to an end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-1963443481765478232?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/1963443481765478232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=1963443481765478232' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/1963443481765478232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/1963443481765478232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-needed-that.html' title='I needed that'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-491322791472847981</id><published>2009-03-04T05:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T06:29:17.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>a recipe to share- acorn squash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/Sa6NjwS4pqI/AAAAAAAAABg/cu7Sap3vDws/s1600-h/Photo+17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/Sa6NjwS4pqI/AAAAAAAAABg/cu7Sap3vDws/s200/Photo+17.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309336656115443362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been looking through my cookbooks in search of new ideas and came upon this recipe.  It was a dining experience.  It was dinner and desert in one which made me feel like I was getting away with something, but really wasn't.  I thought I would share the recipe so that you can try if you would like.  Sorry about the picture.  It is from the cookbook because I didn't think to take an actual picture until after I ate half of it and it wasn't looking pretty. I made a half recipe because I hadn't made this before, but I wish that I had left overs!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MAPLE-GLAZED TOFU IN ACORN SQUASH &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; (prep time 20 mins    cook time 1 hour)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 medium acorn squash                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1  1/2 c. vegetable broth                                      &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 /2 c. dried cranberries or raisins                          &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/4 c. pure maple syrup                                     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 large Granny smith apples                             &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp. lemon juice                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 tsp. cinnamon                                               &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/8 tsp. ground nutmeg &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 tbsp. chopped walnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (14 oz.) package extra firm tofu (cut into 1/2 in cubes)                   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tbsp. balsamic vinegar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp. cornstarch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/3 c. thinly sliced green onions&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c. nonfat sour cream (plain or vanilla yogurt) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cut each squash in half lengthwise; scoop out and discard seeds. place squash halves, cut side down in a 9x13 baking dish. add broth.  bake in 350 deg. oven  for 60 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in a small bowl, combine cranberries and syrup.  let stand about 10 mins stirring occasionally.  peel, core, and thinly slice apples; place in a large bowl, add lemon juice and stir to coat apples with juice.  stir in cinnamon and nutmeg and set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;toast walnuts in a wide pan over medium heat, stirring often until golden.  remove from pan and set aside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;in pan, combine apples, cranberry mixture, and 1/4 c. water. cook over medium heat, stirring gently until apples are tender.  add tofu and cook until heated through (about 4 minutes).  In a small bowl, smoothly blend vinegar and cornstarch; add to tofu mixture.  cook, stirring, until sauce boils and thickens slightly. remove from heat and stir in onions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;arrange each squash half skin side down in a shallow individual bowl.  fill squash halves equally with tofu mixture; top with sour cream and sprinkle with walnuts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;makes 4 servings.  ea. serving 463 calories.  It was very filling and doesn't need anything to go with it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-491322791472847981?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/491322791472847981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=491322791472847981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/491322791472847981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/491322791472847981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/03/recipe-to-share-acorn-squash.html' title='a recipe to share- acorn squash'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/Sa6NjwS4pqI/AAAAAAAAABg/cu7Sap3vDws/s72-c/Photo+17.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-6922340369345388731</id><published>2009-03-04T05:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-04T05:47:35.219-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new book</title><content type='html'>This is for my friends who share a love of the Anne of Green Gables book series.  Do you know that someone wrote a prequel?  Yes they did.  If you knew before me and didn't tell me, well then shame on you for that.  I received a copy of the book from my dear grammy who I visited in Seattle last week.  I was reading the books one summer while visiting her and got her hooked too, so she knew I would need to have it.&lt;div&gt;I have read 3/4 of the book already and I am thoroughly enjoying it.  You learn about people that Anne only told stories about from her past.  I think the author did a good job with writing close to the same style as Montgomery so to be convincing as a prequel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The name of the book is called "'Before Green Gables" by Budge Wilson.  Care to read it and comment with me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-6922340369345388731?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/6922340369345388731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=6922340369345388731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/6922340369345388731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/6922340369345388731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-book.html' title='new book'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-9173907641414743395</id><published>2009-02-11T09:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T09:53:30.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>love, love, love....</title><content type='html'>Today I am reflecting on love.  My mushy womaness needs to think about love.  So often I am struck at random moments in my day at how fortunate I am to have the love of a wonderful man.  With Valentine's day, the Hallmark holiday of love, coming up  I ponder the subject of love today.  We are planning a special communion and agape feast celebration at church to celebrate the love of a beautiful creator God and our Lord and savior.  &lt;div&gt;I wonder if because Adam and Eve walked in the garden and had a face to face relationship with God, that they appreciated each other in their marriage so much more.  I wonder because whether they were able to see more clearly the beauty of their strengths in each other because they could see them directly in God.  We were both created in his image, man and woman he created them.  Men have their physical strength, ability to problem solve and "fix," to show a love that makes woman feel as if they are the only other being in this world to him, as Christ loves the church.  Man has a full list of other wonderful qualities, but I shall leave it at that for now and those who chose to comment may add to the list if they so chose.  Women are blessed with beautiful emotion and emotional thinking, nurturing, and desire for relational connection.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woman also has a full list of wonderful qualities.  I am convinced that it wasn't until after the fall that man and women began this whole "I don't understand you," Mars and Venus thing.  Sin deceives us into being lazy and not trying to understand each other empathetically.  It takes too much work and strength to communicate?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Being a woman I am inclined to think further upon our emotions and that aspect of which we obtained from God.  God calls us to "submit" to our husbands.  Today's woman sees this word "submit" as a dirty word.  " I don't have to submit to anyone, I am my own person. I can do what I want when I want.  Women's lib and all that."  Submission to your husband and to God is such a beautiful thing.  It isn't always easy, but is beautiful none the less.  Christ submitted to the will of the desire to save humans from this desperate sin we live in.  God promises to never leave us or forsake us, no matter the ugliness that we commit.  His love is so great it is an ever lasting love.  Submitting to my husband is a little piece of that.  How beautiful for him to receive the love and respect that he deserves.  When he feels that he loves me and makes me feel like I am his world.  I will never tire of hearing John say "you are my everything."  He says it even when I am a mess, but I know that he means it.  Hearing thus makes me want to be a better wife.  We have our short comings and still need to work on our communication, but we prioritize and work at making each other most important.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had the privilege of witnessing great love for each other in both my maternal and paternal grandparents.  I have the honor of having friends who have beautiful love; the Moores, Painters,  Burnets, Duncans, Martinez', Gredekis,  who are all beautiful to be around and and witness the dance of two united hearts. ( I have also been embarrassed  for  a lot of couples because of how rotten and degrading they are to one another.)  We all need to be that good example to those around us  to show that beautiful unity of the trinity and God's great love for us in all our humanity.  We need to continue to appreciate each other, men and women, for the strengths and differences that we have that make our relationships complete. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I could go on for hours, but I am hoping that all of you will comment and leave your reflections to my ramblings and your own thoughts on love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-9173907641414743395?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/9173907641414743395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=9173907641414743395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/9173907641414743395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/9173907641414743395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/02/love-love-love.html' title='love, love, love....'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-5592756766345710606</id><published>2009-02-04T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:55:06.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something blue</title><content type='html'>Lindsey said that I should have something blue next.  I wish so much that I had something pink or blue to talk about.  I only have the blues.  I need your prayers.  I had sweet success for 2 weeks only to have it gone again.  I have been looking through the scriptures to look at the women of the bible who had difficulty having a baby and how God utilized them and what they may have learned from the experience.  I am trying to remain positive.  I just miss Aidan.  Please give any "girls of the bible"  insight you can help with.  It would be nice to hear your perspective.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-5592756766345710606?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/5592756766345710606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=5592756766345710606' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5592756766345710606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5592756766345710606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/02/something-blue.html' title='something blue'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-5707304014442558331</id><published>2009-01-30T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T15:40:26.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something I borrowed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SYOM4R2nNGI/AAAAAAAAABY/swwEeoby1Ko/s1600-h/IMG_5852.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SYOM4R2nNGI/AAAAAAAAABY/swwEeoby1Ko/s320/IMG_5852.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297232485210862690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I went to the Greenfield library to borrow "How to house train your puppy."  As the picture shows she still needs to learn her boundaries.  "Leave it" is the command of choice these days. She has decided that John's shoe is wonderful and too fun to be left alone.   She has already mastered "sit" and "come"  (well most of the time).  These books are funny.  What they say doesn't always work with my dog, and I imagine that they are like parenting books that give you great theory, but doesn't always work for your child.&lt;div&gt;We have been having a lot of fun these days.  She is a source of joy to my heart because she makes me laugh so much.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has made friends with most of the neighbors who have come out to get their mail.  She is not sure about dogs, who are they anyway?  She walks back home if she sees one. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She made me laugh when she growled at the fire hydrant at the end of our street, then 20 steps further got freaked out and barked at her shadow.  She walked around a tree and couldn't figure out how to go back around the way she came and didn't understand why her leash wasn't letting her go further.  she looked up at me like, "what gives"  so I walked around the tree to untangle her.  She thought how fun and chased me around.  We went around and around until I got dizzy.  Silly dog.  She has taught me that it is good to play.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-5707304014442558331?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/5707304014442558331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=5707304014442558331' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5707304014442558331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5707304014442558331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-i-borrowed.html' title='something I borrowed'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SYOM4R2nNGI/AAAAAAAAABY/swwEeoby1Ko/s72-c/IMG_5852.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-6230778445784050574</id><published>2009-01-12T12:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T12:32:12.407-08:00</updated><title type='text'>someone new</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWuoZqUNK0I/AAAAAAAAABI/RfhOk5FuZug/s1600-h/Photo+16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWuoZqUNK0I/AAAAAAAAABI/RfhOk5FuZug/s320/Photo+16.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290507346086013762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     Someone new came to live at our house.  Her name is Dulce which means "sweet" in spanish.  John didn't want a "people" name so we started saying the first things that came to our minds.  "Cinnamon"was a favorite, but that was Eleanor Moore's nickname before she was born.  I jokingly said, "how about a starbuck's cinnamon dulce latte?"  And Dulce stuck.  &lt;div&gt;      She is a Golden-doodle, half golden retriever and half poodle.  She won't shed which was one of John's requests, and she won't be a little dog for long either, also a request of John's.  I am thrilled to have a puppy.  I have been waiting for four and a half years to get a puppy.  Life is better with a dog.  Remind me that I said that when I say I am tired from waking up in the night to take her out to do her potty thing, or if she eats something I didn't want her to. I didn't sleep well last night thinking I wouldn't wake up if she needed to go out.   She is only 9 weeks old so we have a lot of house training ahead of us.  She is teaching me how to be a good dog-momma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;     She was born 11-11-08, weighs 11.6 pounds, and is tons of fun. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-6230778445784050574?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/6230778445784050574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=6230778445784050574' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/6230778445784050574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/6230778445784050574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/01/someone-new.html' title='someone new'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWuoZqUNK0I/AAAAAAAAABI/RfhOk5FuZug/s72-c/Photo+16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-8614813984385841962</id><published>2009-01-06T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:42:59.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>something old</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWQWn0GgdgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PQcMRjbH6Fg/s1600-h/Photo+14.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/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWQWn0GgdgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PQcMRjbH6Fg/s320/Photo+14.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288376735696451074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Katie started the never ending blog about christmas memories on her site and it made me think.  Of all the memories that I have, I posted a comment about remembering german springerle cookies.  My great-grandma, grandma, mom and I would make them only at christmas.  I don't know if they are meant to be this way, but ours were always rock hard.  you could only ever eat one cookie because it would take an hour of dunking it in hot tea to soften it enough to eat it.  When I think of it they aren't anything special, they are a simple cookie with anise seeds.  The joy was in the process of making them.  That special time with my mamaw and mom, that was what made the cookies great.  The other wonderful part was using the special board to make imprints in the dough that we rolled out, then using the cutting wheel to cut them into little rectangles.&lt;div&gt;After thinking about all of this, I called my mom and we laughed and talked about the springerle and the process.  You have to let them dry out over night and bake them the next day.  To my surprise and great joy my mom brought the board and recipe when she came to visit for christmas.  She said "I think it is time to pass on the board to your keeping."  How lovely.  Who knows how many generations old it is. Hopefully it will be enjoyed for many more generations to come.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-8614813984385841962?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/8614813984385841962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=8614813984385841962' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/8614813984385841962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/8614813984385841962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2009/01/something-old.html' title='something old'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWQWn0GgdgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/PQcMRjbH6Fg/s72-c/Photo+14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-4724220799569961405</id><published>2008-12-19T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T18:46:25.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>graduation brings new beginnings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWQXVwM0l0I/AAAAAAAAABA/8vLfesmUicI/s1600-h/IMG_5735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWQXVwM0l0I/AAAAAAAAABA/8vLfesmUicI/s320/IMG_5735.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288377524923176770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    John graduated Dec 10th and we moved Dec 11th.  We are in Milwaukee suburbs now and I have to get used to being a city girl again.  This time I 'm a city girl in the snow.  I had to pull out some of my old aggressive California driving skills in rush hour traffic.  It is nice to have the american way of so many choices, yet I miss sleepy little Berrien Springs nestled in the middle of farm country.  I am a conflict of sorts.  The country and the city both have their own benefits and beauties.&lt;div&gt;    We had a beautiful snow storm last night that left us with a foot of snow.  Can you say "good morning workout."  Man!  It is beautiful and it really feels like christmas with the cold and the snow.  The christmas decorations and lights are so much more spectacular when they are reflected off of the snow.  I keep reminding this southern California girl that it is beautiful and an adventure and I need to find contentment.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-4724220799569961405?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/4724220799569961405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=4724220799569961405' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/4724220799569961405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/4724220799569961405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2008/12/graduation-brings-new-beginnings.html' title='graduation brings new beginnings'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SWQXVwM0l0I/AAAAAAAAABA/8vLfesmUicI/s72-c/IMG_5735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-4981433811868499645</id><published>2008-12-18T22:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T12:57:17.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate good byes</title><content type='html'>I hate saying good bye to those I love sharing life with.  I have to wrestle with the fact that the relationship we have now needs to evolve into another form in order to survive.  I like to "hang out" and" just be" with people.  It hurts me greatly to know that I can't hang out with them anymore, whether it is my best buddy Heather who moved to Oklahoma earlier this year, or my lovely knitting girls Lindsey and Jodi that I won't be able to watch Jane Austen movies and knit with, or pop in to say hi to Harmony for a minute and talk about girl stuff and life. I will also miss fabulous lunches and hanging out with the Martinez', the Moores, the Burnettes, and Gredeckis. The last three years has been full of goodbye.  saying goodbye to california family and friends, then at Andrews we have seen people move in and out of our lives.  No more scrapbooking with Nathalia and Elana.  No more laughing at Billy, or listening to Roland lead worship.   Moving and transitioning is rough.  God please bind us together via internet and the phone.  Help us to grow together in a new way.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-4981433811868499645?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/4981433811868499645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=4981433811868499645' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/4981433811868499645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/4981433811868499645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-hate-good-byes.html' title='I hate good byes'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5669089302947466394.post-5716974999525195539</id><published>2008-12-09T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:08:26.215-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beginnings of a blogging world</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone.  My life is begun as a blogger upon the advice of my beloved friend Harmony.  We shall see if my ramblings are of any interest, but I promise that my blogs will reflect who I am at the moment.  bye for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5669089302947466394-5716974999525195539?l=beestrehle.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/feeds/5716974999525195539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5669089302947466394&amp;postID=5716974999525195539' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5716974999525195539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5669089302947466394/posts/default/5716974999525195539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beestrehle.blogspot.com/2008/12/beginnings-of-blogging-world.html' title='beginnings of a blogging world'/><author><name>elizabeth strehle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02683330615110830135</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eHkDTlrP2k0/SUwYCTGse2I/AAAAAAAAAAg/WCSeDYLXUWI/S220/mar31preus.JPG'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
