<?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-1590621528404147872</id><updated>2011-07-28T17:25:12.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lumpkins</title><subtitle type='html'>"Be joyful always; pray continually; give thanks in all circumstances, for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus."
         - I Thessalonians 5:16-18</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-8415686694693988803</id><published>2010-01-01T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T20:31:15.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IMPORTANT!</title><content type='html'>THIS BLOG IS NOW www.thishighcalling.blogspot.com. Follow us on our new journey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-8415686694693988803?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8415686694693988803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=8415686694693988803' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8415686694693988803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8415686694693988803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2010/01/important.html' title='IMPORTANT!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-1680989777053731834</id><published>2009-07-03T09:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T09:45:12.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Sk40Ttih9vI/AAAAAAAAALk/UUykKg-dyy8/s1600-h/100_0971.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/Sk40Ttih9vI/AAAAAAAAALk/UUykKg-dyy8/s320/100_0971.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274520236685042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Sk40TJ81WtI/AAAAAAAAALc/AMz3d1GXXwo/s1600-h/100_0976.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/Sk40TJ81WtI/AAAAAAAAALc/AMz3d1GXXwo/s320/100_0976.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354274510683331282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I'm procrastinating. There's VBS materials piled to the ceiling, and t-shirts covering the floor. Jamie and I go with 26 others to the village of Yobain in Mexico tomorrow. It's the same trip Jamie's taken the last few years, and this year we have the opportunity to go together, thanks to my sister Leah and brother-in-law, Ben. This summer we've been serving as semi-interim youth leaders for the senior high as we've been in transition. Our current community is teenagers, and God is using them to change our lives. I was listening to something this morning, and was reminded that there is no third option...in this world we will either be conformed or transformed. As we've watched heartache and brokenness in numerous areas of our lives over the last couple of years, we've realized it's not the monumental decisions that dominantly make the difference, though they contribute. It's a daily, moment by moment commitment to a lifestyle of life-to-life ministry that changes lives for the kingdom. But more essentially, these small choices remind Jamie and me of our nothingness before God, his ultimate holiness, and leave us desperate at the cross. Our hearts have been stirring since about this time last year. There's been a nagging aching that's only grown, and it's beautiful, because I'm consistently aware that I was not made for this world. Though my body and ministry are here, my heart and soul are to be of another world. So I'm learning to pray that I will never be "happy" here, but that I will continually be formed, and from where I sit, that hurts. Pray for us to have teachable hearts in Mexico, pray for the transition of leadership, pray that God would shake us, make us uncomfortable, and changed. Thank you for supporting us financially and in prayer. Love you.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Catie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-1680989777053731834?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1680989777053731834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=1680989777053731834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/1680989777053731834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/1680989777053731834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/07/transformed.html' title='Transformed'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Sk40Ttih9vI/AAAAAAAAALk/UUykKg-dyy8/s72-c/100_0971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-8389640575801583515</id><published>2009-06-09T18:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T18:48:09.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Years</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Si8QzEVAleI/AAAAAAAAALU/jXfchwNtyeY/s1600-h/100_0904.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/Si8QzEVAleI/AAAAAAAAALU/jXfchwNtyeY/s320/100_0904.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345509752233301474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate the phrase "Time Flies." It's so cliche, and I hate even more that it's true. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember moments of today, eight years ago. I remember Rachel smiling at me, Holley Johnson coming in first. I remember Jessica squeezing my hand, my dad's tears, Billy's face...I remember Jamie stroking the top of my hand, and that's about all, until I called my sister crying that night, saying I could come home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sometime I become frustrated not being able to remember those moments, and then I look around - and listen. My life today is nothing like I would have described on my wedding day. I'm so glad. Through my marriage I've discovered I'm so much more of a sinner than I could have ever imagined. I've learned I'm going to fail, most of the time before Jamie leaves the house in the morning. Most dinners are burned, so I've resorted to a variation of turkey sandwiches. I've resigned myself to the fact that if we are all alive when Jamie comes home, it's much better than the house being clean. I've found the cross is bigger than I could have ever dreamed, and I've tasted what is really means to boldly and desperately enter the throne of grace.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm grateful. I'm grateful that Jamie sings hymns at the top of his lungs. I'm grateful that he thinks before he speaks. I'm grateful he refuses to let me lead, yet refuses to let me retreat. I'm grateful he vacuums, does laundry, and provides for us. But I'm in love with the ways he longs to show his sons Jesus in every aspect of life. I love how he dies to himself daily on my behalf. I love how he's established a purpose for us to be missionaries here, now, and has determined that we will never "settle down." I  love that we have wonderful fights, because it shows me that Christ truly has victory over sin. But I'm broken that when he looks at me, he sees all I am and could be with the fullness of Christ, and he doesn't allow me to compromise for anything less.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am the most blessed woman in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-8389640575801583515?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8389640575801583515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=8389640575801583515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8389640575801583515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8389640575801583515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/06/eight-years.html' title='Eight Years'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Si8QzEVAleI/AAAAAAAAALU/jXfchwNtyeY/s72-c/100_0904.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3463847748605748216</id><published>2009-05-09T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T10:46:37.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Being a Mommy Because...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsuauCMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tbxc2BqqOYY/s1600-h/IMG_0043.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsuauCMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tbxc2BqqOYY/s320/IMG_0043.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333972467762202818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsR07-9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/x97MF03ld20/s1600-h/IMG_0058.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsR07-9I/AAAAAAAAAK8/x97MF03ld20/s320/IMG_0058.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333972460087540690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsNXsNdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pTngdU3jedM/s1600-h/IMG_0051.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsNXsNdI/AAAAAAAAAK0/pTngdU3jedM/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333972458891130322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Caleb cried when I read Aslan died last night. "Mommy, you have to read one more page. I know this can't be the end."&lt;div&gt;2. It's a gift, not a right.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. I'm wiping the bottoms of those who will wipe my grandchildren.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Daniel falls asleep on my shoulder every time I sing "Come Thou Fount."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Benjamin sings me every word of "Come Thou Fount."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6. Children are precious to God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;7. Caleb looks to be sure I'm watching before he hits baseballs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8. Benjamin tells me he has an very important secret before he give me the weeds he picked for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;9. I've had a very few moments when I've experienced it could all be gone in a second.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I have enough stories to write for a lifetime.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;10. I get to watch my children wrestle with my husband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;11. Caleb held my hand as I wept for a friend and said, "It's okay. I'm here, Mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;12. Benjamin loves beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;13. Daniel stomps his foot if I try to put him to bed before reading.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;14. They dance and flip when we sing hymns at night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;15. Caleb reminded me that, "Daddy and you promised to always live together, and to love each other even when you don't really like each other."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;16. I've learned more about Star Wars than I wouldn't have known in a lifetime of my former life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;17. Nothing in my life has gone like I've planned.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;18. No day goes like I plan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;19. I'm desperate for others to speak truth into my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;20. I've become an introvert.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;21. I'm alone, watching Veggietales, and singing every song by heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;22. Preschoolers cheer for me when I memorize scripture with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;23. Caleb tells me I'm the most beautiful woman in the world.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;24. Daniel holds out his hand to hold mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;25. Benjamin combines Star Wars and the story of Jesus for his action figures to act out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;26. I'm on my knees.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;27. I'm learning there's so much about myself I don't know...and there's so much about my God - more than I could ever dream of knowing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;28. My TV time alone is Curious George.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;29. I get to celebrate every first of my children's lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;30. I can believe, hope, and pray my children will be used to transform the world for the gospel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;31. I've been given more than I could hope to do on my own.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;32. I get to ask for forgiveness every single day, and that's a minimum.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;33. I hear my children pray for my friends by name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;34. They tell me they don't want to go to heaven until they know I'll be there too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;35. I get to show them the world for this short time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;36. They say every day they're thankful for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;37. They have an amazing Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;38. I get to read and cuddle with them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;39. Benjamin's mouth has the most precious shape I've ever seen.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;40. They celebrate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;41. I get to do 5 loads of laundry a day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;42. By the grace of God, they see Jesus in me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;43. I'm their home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;44. They say they love me before they are out of bed in the morning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;45. I get to witness the daily gag on vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;46. I get to discover life and the world all over again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;47. The gospel is transforming my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;48. I inspect daily inventions.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;49. I taste-test worm, mud pies.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;50. They aren't mine. I'm loving them to let them go, and that stops my breath.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3463847748605748216?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3463847748605748216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3463847748605748216' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3463847748605748216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3463847748605748216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-love-being-mommy-because.html' title='I Love Being a Mommy Because...'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SgYTsuauCMI/AAAAAAAAALE/Tbxc2BqqOYY/s72-c/IMG_0043.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3445356830353263505</id><published>2009-04-10T05:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T05:21:41.365-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Family Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Crucifixion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read Matthew 27: 27-50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus knew what was happening. He knew it wasn't going to be easy. He knew that our freedom from sin and death would cost His life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Pilate, the governor, gave Jesus over to be crucified, the soldiers took Jesus and beat Him They made fun of Him. Only a few days earlier, the people had cheered because they wanted Jesus to be their king. Now they watched while the soldiers put a robe on Him and pushed a crown of thorns into His head. They watched Him bleed and saw His hurts. They put a sign at the top of His cross. It read, "This is Jesus, the King of the Jews." They made fun of His power and told HIm to save Himself.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, in the darkest hour, Jesus cried out to His Father. He had cried out to His Father many, many times before. But this time was different. He asked His Father why He had left Him alone. But Jesus also knew that this darkness would bring light. He knew His pain would bring freedom. He knew His death would give you life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you ever felt forsaken or along? What was it like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The people made fun of Jesus. They said He couldn't save Himself. Why didn't Jesus save Himself?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Jesus went through pain and loneliness so that you would never have to be alone. How does that make you feel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank Jesus for enduring the cross. Thank God that Jesus' death gave us life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise God by singing verse 1 of "And Can It Be."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And can it be that I should gain an interest in the Savior's blood? Died He for me who caused His pain? For me, who Him to death pursued? Amazing love! How can it be that though my God shouldst die for me? Amazing love, how can it be that thou, my God shouldst die for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Charles Wesley, 1738&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3445356830353263505?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3445356830353263505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3445356830353263505' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3445356830353263505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3445356830353263505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/good-friday-family-devotional.html' title='Good Friday Family Devotional'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-5447803450292988013</id><published>2009-04-09T03:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T03:46:17.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maundy Thursday Family Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Arrest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Read John 18: 1-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After Jesus and His disciples finished the Passover Feast, they went to a garden to pray. Judas was one of the disciples, but he had betrayed Jesus. He told the Jewish leaders where Jesus was in exchange for silver. But none of this surprised God. He was in control of all things.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While Jesus and His disciples were in the garden, Judas came with a groups of soldiers and officers. They had torches and weapons. Jesus knew why they were there. He went to them and asked them who they were looking for. They said Jesus. He answered, "I am He." In those three words, Jesus told who He was, but He also told them that He was the only Son of God. It says that when Jesus said those words, the soldiers fell to the ground. Jesus' words were that powerful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Jesus gave himself up. But Peter, His disciple, became scared. He felt out of control. Peter pulled out his sword and cut off the ear of a servant. Jesus immediately stepped forward. In the book of Luke it says He touched the servant's ear, and it grew back. Jesus surrendered himself because He knew the time had come. He knew that His surrender would mean we would be free to know God's love for us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you think Jesus felt when He saw Judas and the soldiers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would you have thought if you were there?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How do you think Peter and the soldiers felt when they saw Jesus heal the servant's ear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God for sending us Jesus. Thank Him that Jesus gave Himself up willingly so that we could know God's love for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise Him by singing verse 1 of "Come Thou Fount of Every Blessing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Come, thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing thy grace; streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above; praise the mount! I'm fixed upon it, mount of God's unchanging love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- Robert Robinson, 1758&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-5447803450292988013?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5447803450292988013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=5447803450292988013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/5447803450292988013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/5447803450292988013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/maundy-thursday-family-devotional.html' title='Maundy Thursday Family Devotional'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6258577352486715205</id><published>2009-04-08T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T19:41:33.139-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Wednesday Family Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;The Last Supper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Read Luke 22: 14-23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once a year the people of God went to Jerusalem to celebrate the feast of Passover. It was a time to remember the ways God had provided for His people. It was a time to remember how God led them out of slavery in Egypt to freedom. This year Jesus wanted to celebrate the feast with His closest friends, His disciples. The disciples were afraid because they knew people wanted to kill Jesus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But when the time came, Jesus and His disciples sat down at the table together. Jesus knew it was almost time for Him to die, but He also knew His Father was in control of everything. Jesus told that this would be the last time He would share and eat this special meal with them until the Kingdom of God came.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;First, Jesus took the bread. He blessed it, broke it, and gave it to them. He said, "This is my body given for you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then, He took the cup of wine. He blessed it and gave it to them. He said, "This cup that is poured out for you is the new covenant of My blood."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We still celebrate this feast today. In the church we have communion. The bread and the juice remind us of Jesus' sacrifice. Just like the people of God remembered, we remember the way God led us out of the slavery of sin to freedom in Jesus. And each time we celebrate communion, we remember that Jesus will come again to celebrate this special feast with His people.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Together:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you think Jesus was afraid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would it have been like to celebrate this special feast with Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Have you found freedom in JEsus? If not, talk with your parents about it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God for Jesus' sacrifice and that Jesus is returning to celebrate this feast with us again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise God by singing verses 1 and 2 of "Amazing Grace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Amazing grace, how sweet the sound that saved a wretch like me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I once was lost, but now I'm found, was blind but now I see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;When we've been there ten thousand years, bright shining as the sun, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;we've no less days to sing God's praise than when we've first begun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- John Newton, 1779&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6258577352486715205?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6258577352486715205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6258577352486715205' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6258577352486715205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6258577352486715205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-wednesday-family-devotional.html' title='Holy Wednesday Family Devotional'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6902745815488906284</id><published>2009-04-07T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T13:50:27.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Tuesday Family Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A Sacrifice for Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Matthew 26: 1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus talked with His disciples as He had several times before. Except now, the time had almost run out. He told them He would be crucified at Passover, in only two days. While Jesus talked with His closest friends, others who thought He was a dangerous enemy, planned His death. Jesus knew His Father, the one true God, loved Him more deeply than we could ever dream. So days before His death, Jesus sat and ate with those no one else wanted to be with. He dined at Simon the Leper's house, a man who would have been the outcast of society. He watched as Mary, a woman other men wouldn't be in the same room with, washed His feet with expensive perfume, and wiped the dirt with her hair. And when the disciples said she wasted precious money that could have been used for better things, Jesus said she gave Him beautiful worship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What would it have been like to be in a room with Jesus days before His death?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Would you have been willing to spend time with those others didn't want to be around? Why or why not?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can you worship Jesus today as the one true King?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God that He loves you, and invites you to worship Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise Him by singing "Lord, I Lift Your Name on High."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Lord, I lift your name on High. Lord, I love to sing your praises. I'm so glad your in my life. I'm so glad you came to save us. You came from heaven to earth (to show the way). From the earth to the cross (my debt to pay). From the cross to the grave, from the grave to the sky, Lord I lift your name on high."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6902745815488906284?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6902745815488906284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6902745815488906284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6902745815488906284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6902745815488906284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-tuesday-family-devotional.html' title='Holy Tuesday Family Devotional'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6456107999072903098</id><published>2009-04-06T05:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T05:21:39.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Monday Family Devotional</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus in the Temple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Read Matthew 21: 12-17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had celebrated and honored Him as their King. He was the Messiah, the only Son of the one true God. Now, one day later, He entered His Father's temple. But the people inside were not worshipping the Father. Instead, they used the one true God's special house to make money and become important. They dishonored the name of God. Rather than protecting the poor and sick people God loved, they robbed them in His own house. In holy anger, Jesus rebuked and drove out all those people who had mocked the name of God through their disobedient actions. And in the same temple where they were put down, the poor, sick and helpless came to Jesus to find healing through the true life He offered. They came to Jesus to be rescued.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;What is the difference between holy anger and sinful anger?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How would it have made you feel to see Jesus angry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;How can you honor God by caring for the poor and sick?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thank God for the chances He gives you to serve and obey Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Praise Him by singing verse 1 and the chorus of "Trust and Obey."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"When we walk with the Lord in the light of His Word, What a glory He sheds on our way! While we do His good will, He abides with us still, and with all who will trust and obey. Trust and obey, for there's no other way to be happy in Jesus, but to trust and obey."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;- John H. Sammis 1887&lt;/span&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/1590621528404147872-6456107999072903098?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6456107999072903098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6456107999072903098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6456107999072903098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6456107999072903098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/holy-monday-family-devotional.html' title='Holy Monday Family Devotional'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6140520676773158178</id><published>2009-04-04T22:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-04T22:38:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passion Week Family Devotional - Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus the King&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Read Zechariah 9:9 and Matthew 21:1-11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Blessed is the King who comes in the name of the Lord!" The praises echoed in Jesus' ears as He entered Jerusalem on a donkey. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Each year the people of God went to the town of Jerusalem to remember how God protected them during the Passover in Egypt. They remembered how God led them through the desert to freedom. As Jesus entered the town of Jerusalem, the crowds and His disciples shouted His name with excitement. They laid their cloaks and palm branches on the ground to prepare the way for HIm. They had seen His mighty works. Many people believed He was the Messiah. In fact, the prophet Zechariah had said hundreds of years before that Israel's king would come for their salvation. Now, as they celebrated, these men, women, and children hoped Jesus would save them from Rome's harsh control. They wanted Jesus to be their King.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jesus had come to save and rescue His people, just like Zechariah said. But His salvation would not be what the people thought they wanted. They wanted to be comfortable, to be free from all the mean things Rome did. But Jesus wanted them to be victorious, and to be free from sin forever so they could experience true life in God's presence.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Together:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;What would it have been like to see Jesus enter Jerusalem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Was Jesus the kind of Messiah many had hoped for? Why or why not?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;What do you think Jesus was thinking as He entered Jerusalem?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Thank God for sending Jesus to be our one true King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 11px; "&gt;Praise God by singing verse 1 of "I Will Sing of My Redeemer."&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; will sing of my Redeemer and his wondrous love to me: on the cruel crossed He suffered, from the curse to set &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;me free." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 9px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Refrain:  Sing, O Sing of my Redeemer! With His blood He purchased me; on the cross He sealed my pardon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;paid the debt, and made me free." &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;          &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;- Phillip P. Bliss, 1876&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6140520676773158178?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6140520676773158178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6140520676773158178' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6140520676773158178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6140520676773158178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/passion-week-family-devotional-palm.html' title='Passion Week Family Devotional - Palm Sunday'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3549285620028719187</id><published>2009-04-01T19:08:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T19:10:06.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Caleb's Cast</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SdQeb9yoO8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/48a5qhZoNqY/s1600-h/IMG_0051.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/SdQeb9yoO8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/48a5qhZoNqY/s320/IMG_0051.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319910525623614402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3549285620028719187?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3549285620028719187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3549285620028719187' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3549285620028719187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3549285620028719187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/calebs-cast.html' title='Caleb&apos;s Cast'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SdQeb9yoO8I/AAAAAAAAAKc/48a5qhZoNqY/s72-c/IMG_0051.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-7624226789695121504</id><published>2009-04-01T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T17:42:52.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken Wrist and Broken Lives</title><content type='html'>It's official. We are a boy house. Our friends from South Carolina visited today for the first time in a couple years. Within five minutes, her little girl Emma came to inform me Caleb was screaming. A couple doctors and X-rays later, he had broken his wrist. His show and tell for co-op tomorrow is his cast and X-ray pictures. He's pretty stoked. Jamie is somewhat grieving the end of Caleb's one-game baseball season. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's April 1st. I heaved a small sigh of relief today. March was a month of grieving, a month of anger, a month of God's rich mercy and grace. I'm seeing Him in ways I never have before. I feel His pursuit, His longing for me...I'm beginning to grasp that He misses me when my ways and thoughts become consumed with this world. I'm made for so much more. It's comforting and terrifying to know that because I am His child, He will go to great lengths to restore me to Himself. I'm processing that in ways that are silencing me. It's been a gift to serve Ashleigh, grieve with Jamie, have hard conversations with friends in our church, and to stay on our knees in prayer. I want to circle a day on the calendar when I know this new normal will sink in. Sadly, I want to circle a day when I will be in control again. But in the deepest places of my heart, I know my ways are boring. If I had it my way, I would miss knowing my Father, longing for heaven, and aching for what I was truly created for. So it's good, in a hard way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I finished writing the Passion Week Devotionals for our church. I'll be posting them starting Sunday. Feel free to use them with your family. They were completely done by God's grace, as I've sat before Him so little over the last month. But they took me to the cross in a precious way. I'll post pictures of the cast later. He's a pretty cool kid.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-7624226789695121504?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7624226789695121504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=7624226789695121504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7624226789695121504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7624226789695121504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken-wrist-and-broken-lives.html' title='Broken Wrist and Broken Lives'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3316620045762496117</id><published>2009-03-12T04:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T04:26:48.665-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lament vs. Despair</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbjwgV_tMjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g3SpdfEJXAA/s1600-h/t1386970887_322596_4445620.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 75px; height: 56px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbjwgV_tMjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g3SpdfEJXAA/s320/t1386970887_322596_4445620.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312260198934327858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bill Blackstone sent me this photo today. Fun memories! If you haven't ever linked to the Paradox Uganda blog. Do it. It will turn your world inside out on a regular basis. Here is a quote from Jennifer a couple days ago...."lament and despair are polar opposites. Lament is the deepest, most costly demonstration of belief in God. Despair is the ultimate manifestation of the total denial that He exists." - Taken from Michael Card.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3316620045762496117?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3316620045762496117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3316620045762496117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3316620045762496117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3316620045762496117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/03/lament-vs-despair.html' title='Lament vs. Despair'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbjwgV_tMjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/g3SpdfEJXAA/s72-c/t1386970887_322596_4445620.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3099831500305876141</id><published>2009-03-11T09:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T10:10:03.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>A few people have emailed or asked me to keep blogging for a bit, as they process as well. So here I am....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jamie and I sat down for the first time since Thursday night at dinner, and we had no purpose. There's was nothing anyone needed, and nothing to do for anyone. It was the first chance I've had to speak to him in four days, and he couldn't talk. I process through talking and writing; he does it through space. So here I am...when I should be grading the 300 papers piled on my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been raw and angry today. I suppose it may be at God, but in that same moment, I know He calls me His beloved. However, I am certain I am angry at sin and death. I'm angry to be left in a broken world, that my children will endure heartbreak because this world is shattered. I'm angry that I long for so much more than anything can satisfy me here. And I'm hopeful. I'm free. I'm free to know I wasn't made for a world like this, or for relationships that are filled with heartache. I was made for perfection ... oneness with my Father ... wholeness of body... delight ... worship ... I spoke with someone from high school Monday night. We both talked about how we fill so empty. So out of control. What a beautiful and terrifying place to be. Beautiful because I have a chance to be filled with the Power and Spirit of God...Terrifying because I have a chance to fill that emptiness with these tangible things around me. I want the beauty.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Better go. Benjamin just ate an ant bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3099831500305876141?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3099831500305876141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3099831500305876141' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3099831500305876141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3099831500305876141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/03/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3427585130676190196</id><published>2009-03-10T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T06:52:03.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship</title><content type='html'>I worshipped yesterday. I watched someone who has been present in every season of my life carry her sleeping children and stood by as her husband's body was lowered into the earth. I stood by as his two closest friends grieved his loss, and I played princess with two of the most precious girls on earth. What an honor. What a gift. After yesterday, I am certain there is no higher calling than the one we've been given. As I sat on the front porch with people who've been in my life for 20 years...people who've held my babies, wept with my husband, moved my furniture, and pointed me to Jesus, I thought of how blessed I am to have loved their children, stood in their weddings, cried - and laughed until I cried with them. I sang with a family yesterday...my covenant family. And as I sang, I am confident two dear friends were complete in Jesus, standing in His presence, singing with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3427585130676190196?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3427585130676190196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3427585130676190196' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3427585130676190196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3427585130676190196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/03/worship.html' title='Worship'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-1186715294316261488</id><published>2009-03-06T18:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:13:16.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbroken</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbHaMkiLXzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Lhj7pMVakps/s1600-h/DSC00560.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbHaMkiLXzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Lhj7pMVakps/s320/DSC00560.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310265345146838834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbHaMXDOabI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iaeE19nwUA0/s1600-h/DSC00546.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbHaMXDOabI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/iaeE19nwUA0/s320/DSC00546.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310265341527353778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbHaL718StI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/1SUtuap-jUg/s1600-h/DSC00525.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; 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I've been listening to a series by John Piper. His quote said, "wimpy theology makes wimpy women." Last week when I heard it my heart soared to have the faith to rest deeply in my Father's hands, regardless of where He leads. Last night my heart screamed, "You are mean, God" as I listened to heartbroken cries. And in the same breathe I whispered, "You are good." I know the truth, and in these dark places, I can't imagine life with out the hope of my Savior. But sometimes that doesn't quiet the terrifying gasps or still the tears. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've failed. I've failed as a mom, a friend, a wife, a daughter, a sister...But I serve a God who takes those places my heart doesn't dare to go, and creates a fountain of freedom. I serve a God who took the punishment and curse of death, and transformed it into a pathway into his presence. I serve a God who restores the tears of daughters, mothers, fathers, and wives. I know these things, but right now...my thoughts are a lot louder than those truths. Jamie and I are broken, numb and sad. So we can't even dream where Ashleigh and the family  are, but as Jamie said last night, "Aaron was a man who loved his friends, loved his daughters, loved his wife so deeply, and all of that reflected how great he loved his God." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-1186715294316261488?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1186715294316261488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=1186715294316261488' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/1186715294316261488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/1186715294316261488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2009/03/heartbroken.html' title='Heartbroken'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SbHaMkiLXzI/AAAAAAAAAKE/Lhj7pMVakps/s72-c/DSC00560.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-213865381530999271</id><published>2008-12-09T03:33:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T03:40:46.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Naked Pirate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/ST5X7UOCWgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/92SuWl37dPg/s1600-h/100_0591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/ST5X7UOCWgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/92SuWl37dPg/s320/100_0591.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277752489876281858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was reading my Bible a couple of mornings ago, when Benjamin jumped on my bed and screamed, "Ahoy, I'm a naked pirate."  And he certainly was. Aside from a small bandana tied around his "tail", a pirate hat, and a sword, he was naked. I laughed out loud. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Benjamin pushes my limits, revealing my own sin. We are so much alike. And yet, he is wildly creative, making ways for me to laugh like I have never before. It will be amazing to see how God uses his determination, his passion, and his creativity for His glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-213865381530999271?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/213865381530999271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=213865381530999271' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/213865381530999271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/213865381530999271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/12/naked-pirate.html' title='The Naked Pirate'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/ST5X7UOCWgI/AAAAAAAAAHE/92SuWl37dPg/s72-c/100_0591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-5932894996573490619</id><published>2008-12-02T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:24:44.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rapid Firsts</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/STXr1Qx01AI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S4sSO6ZsN2Q/s1600-h/100_0673.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/STXr1Qx01AI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S4sSO6ZsN2Q/s320/100_0673.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275381838803948546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think we can all agree it goes too fast. So when we were walking out the door Sunday morning and Caleb began screaming because Benjamin had tied a ribbon to his tooth and it flew into our Christmas tree - lost to no avail, it was just another morning at our house. Of course, we relished in two days of grieving over a truly lost tooth and scanning the floor with a giant flashlight, but I wouldn't trade it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With the boys being so close together, I feel like we celebrate a new first everyday - the tooth was with a lunch at McDonald's, Daniel's first steps last week were with music and guitar, Benjamin going in the potty is with a trip to the McWane Center, and then today I realized Caleb's most important one went unmentioned. Yesterday was his one year anniversary of knowing Jesus. Over the last months, it's often him who reminds me that I'm not hopeless, and that Jesus has forgiven me. He's the one on his knees, grieving over his sin, wanting to look at his Bible to learn more about God. What an honor it is to be his mommy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/STXr0ykGj1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/la-hIq-6-2E/s1600-h/100_0675.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/_rZFo1SSUND4/STXr0ykGj1I/AAAAAAAAAG0/la-hIq-6-2E/s320/100_0675.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275381830693326674" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1590621528404147872-5932894996573490619?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/5932894996573490619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=5932894996573490619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/5932894996573490619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/5932894996573490619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/12/rapid-firsts.html' title='Rapid Firsts'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/STXr1Qx01AI/AAAAAAAAAG8/S4sSO6ZsN2Q/s72-c/100_0673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6537833795206652640</id><published>2008-12-02T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T18:10:32.492-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>I know I'm not the best blogger, but I am doing a daily advent devotional blog. If you have a chance, check it out:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.adventsbeginnings.blogspot.com&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6537833795206652640?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6537833795206652640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6537833795206652640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6537833795206652640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6537833795206652640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/12/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-9113125729675264003</id><published>2008-11-26T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:53:43.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shameless Plug - Take Two</title><content type='html'>Okay, I know I am bad. But I am renewing my blogging vow on numerous levels. Benjamin had a wonderful day at the doctor, and now my house is silent for the first time in 14 months -  thanks to my grandparents! But today I want to plug my dad's new line at Hibbett's and Bama Fever. Check out his website at www.pluckedprints.com. Jamie is the hand model, and Ben, my brother-in-law, is the elephant. What good looking men we have in our family! Have a wonderful Thanksgiving! Praise God He does not treat us as our sins deserve or repay us according to our iniquities! We're so blessed!&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/1590621528404147872-9113125729675264003?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/9113125729675264003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=9113125729675264003' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/9113125729675264003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/9113125729675264003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-shameless-plug-take-two.html' title='My Shameless Plug - Take Two'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-7032214010500082640</id><published>2008-11-26T12:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:49:31.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SS20MJNEtpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/H4eueI5oY3I/s1600-h/stomped2.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SS20MJNEtpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/H4eueI5oY3I/s320/stomped2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273068859442902674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-7032214010500082640?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7032214010500082640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=7032214010500082640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7032214010500082640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7032214010500082640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-shameless-plug.html' title='My Shameless Plug'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SS20MJNEtpI/AAAAAAAAAGs/H4eueI5oY3I/s72-c/stomped2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-7943246228853662029</id><published>2008-08-05T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T09:27:16.404-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Mercies of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9IG3PGFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nKk-9o6zM1g/s1600-h/100_0392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9IG3PGFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nKk-9o6zM1g/s320/100_0392.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231068545425545298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9IVeG7ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q6Iu_OdKzQg/s1600-h/100_0394.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9IVeG7ZI/AAAAAAAAAFs/q6Iu_OdKzQg/s320/100_0394.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231068549346684306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9I4KkwgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z6cbl_bZb7Y/s1600-h/100_0397.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9I4KkwgI/AAAAAAAAAF0/Z6cbl_bZb7Y/s320/100_0397.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231068558659994114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9JOqu0XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ocsr-HHz08k/s1600-h/100_0398.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9JOqu0XI/AAAAAAAAAF8/ocsr-HHz08k/s320/100_0398.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5231068564700451186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a rich summer. Though we've entered the world of doctors and testing again for a season, God has met us and renewed our hearts in the sweetest ways. These pictures are from yesterday. Benjamin had a colonoscopy, an endoscopy and some bloodwork done at Children's. Things looked good, and we'll get the biopsies back next week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of course, Jamie and Benjamin wore their Superman outfits. Benjamin became panicky when we entered the room, but of all the rooms, God had chosen to put a Thomas car in ours- our favorite. There was not another Thomas car around. That was all it took. I began thinking about how God delights in showing His tenderness towards us as children, as parents, as individuals, no matter where we are and however dark things seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-7943246228853662029?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7943246228853662029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=7943246228853662029' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7943246228853662029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7943246228853662029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/08/tender-mercies-of-god.html' title='Tender Mercies of God'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SJh9IG3PGFI/AAAAAAAAAFk/nKk-9o6zM1g/s72-c/100_0392.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6736143955012984016</id><published>2008-06-17T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T12:14:52.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Covenant Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJJYalkkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Cw9wa5ZknOA/s1600-h/100_0155.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212926625458786882" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJJYalkkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Cw9wa5ZknOA/s320/100_0155.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJJpc6soI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NTm4BKbfe1Y/s1600-h/100_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212926630031962754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJJpc6soI/AAAAAAAAAFE/NTm4BKbfe1Y/s320/100_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJKJ704DI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Sf5PhRD5CAo/s1600-h/100_0158.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212926638751539250" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJKJ704DI/AAAAAAAAAFM/Sf5PhRD5CAo/s320/100_0158.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJKY_i5XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ge7ibz4nRrU/s1600-h/100_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212926642793670002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJKY_i5XI/AAAAAAAAAFU/ge7ibz4nRrU/s320/100_0161.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJKlIKXfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NrBGG-5Er-s/s1600-h/100_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212926646051036658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJKlIKXfI/AAAAAAAAAFc/NrBGG-5Er-s/s320/100_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Okay, so I'm working through the year slightly backwards. Daniel was baptized in April. I'm aware of the continual debate over infant baptism, but the longer I am in the PCA denomination, the more I am certain that one of the most humbling moments is when your child is baptized, and your congregation and family commits to being this child's covenant family. Jamie and I are completely unable to do this journey of parenting on our own, but that is why the body of Christ comes alongside of us. When I was visiting with Kerry Brothers a few weeks ago, she was telling me of how she continually presses upon her children that they are God's covenant children. How precious! We asked our sweet friend Robby to baptize Daniel. When he prayed he asked God to strengthen Daniel to go and do whatever the Father would have him to do for His kingdom - no matter what the cost. He prayed for us to have to courage as parents to encourage him in this path. I've think about that prayer often when I hold Daniel, and I praise God for enabling Robby to deepen our vision for Daniel's life. I also think of the opening and closing lines of the hymn "Jesus, I My Cross Have Taken"..."Jesus, I my cross have taken, all to leave and follow Thee. Destitute, despised, forsaken, Thou from hence my all shall be", and then the closing's promise..."Hope shall change to glad fruition, faith to sight and prayer to praise."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6736143955012984016?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6736143955012984016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6736143955012984016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6736143955012984016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6736143955012984016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/06/covenant-children.html' title='Covenant Children'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFgJJYalkkI/AAAAAAAAAE8/Cw9wa5ZknOA/s72-c/100_0155.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-8070062736027778550</id><published>2008-06-16T10:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T10:42:34.408-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Crazy Crew!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFakrrSZ6fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A5waTy3LmYI/s1600-h/100_0186.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212534688989178354" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFakrrSZ6fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A5waTy3LmYI/s320/100_0186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFaksFAcK4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NWEjf3tfzJc/s1600-h/100_0283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212534695893150594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFaksFAcK4I/AAAAAAAAAE0/NWEjf3tfzJc/s320/100_0283.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So we were running late to the homeschool co-op I teach at, and I, of course, was showing all my righteousness by hollering at everyone to get in the car. Suddenly, Benjamin emerged from the bathroom, "I'm an Indian, Mommy." What can you do but laugh. The permanent brown marker stayed on his face for a good week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel's first two teeth finally popped through this last week, and he's started the army crawl. He makes the entire family smile every day with his sweet disposition.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-8070062736027778550?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8070062736027778550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=8070062736027778550' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8070062736027778550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8070062736027778550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/06/our-crazy-crew.html' title='Our Crazy Crew!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFakrrSZ6fI/AAAAAAAAAEs/A5waTy3LmYI/s72-c/100_0186.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-2973583936777112025</id><published>2008-06-13T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:47:26.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Leah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFLLbjlCkOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/w-yuLX86_GA/s1600-h/100_0176.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211451393088590050" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFLLbjlCkOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/w-yuLX86_GA/s320/100_0176.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of our favorite parts of this year was Aunt Leah and Uncle Ben moving back to Birmingham after living in Virginia! We got to celebrate Leah's birthday and help blow out her candles. Though the boys love Leah, they really love attacking Uncle Ben and defeating him. And of course, when our Superman shirts are dirty, we have to wear our Alabama team shirts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFLLcDMgRGI/AAAAAAAAAEk/j6Nk8WLoerk/s1600-h/100_0177.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&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/1590621528404147872-2973583936777112025?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2973583936777112025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=2973583936777112025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/2973583936777112025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/2973583936777112025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/06/aunt-leahs-birthday.html' title='Aunt Leah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFLLbjlCkOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/w-yuLX86_GA/s72-c/100_0176.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-3293660447141379773</id><published>2008-06-12T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T12:02:24.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Big Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFFxpRkVgvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6DtqPnjs0Lo/s1600-h/100_0170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211071197748757234" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFFxpRkVgvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6DtqPnjs0Lo/s320/100_0170.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFFxqbywTJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x5dCV2uq-lI/s1600-h/100_0173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211071217673456786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFFxqbywTJI/AAAAAAAAAEI/x5dCV2uq-lI/s320/100_0173.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you ask Benjamin what he wants to be when he grows up, he says, "Big Brother." Anything Caleb does, Benjamin studies him for a bit, and then attempts the same feat. Though we have days where we try to bash one another's head in with a bat or lock one another in a dark bathroom, the boys are reaching a relationship where they enjoy one another, which is one thing Jamie and I have prayed for. It's also one of the reasons we've kept them home with us up until now. When out, Caleb is determined to stay at Benjamin side. One day I asked him about it, and he said, "But Mommy, no one understands Benjamin like me, and I have to protect him." That was what I was thankful for that night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-3293660447141379773?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/3293660447141379773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=3293660447141379773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3293660447141379773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/3293660447141379773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/06/just-like-big-brother.html' title='Just Like Big Brother'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFFxpRkVgvI/AAAAAAAAAEA/6DtqPnjs0Lo/s72-c/100_0170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6770401034146207174</id><published>2008-06-11T18:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T18:58:37.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirlwinds</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCfhZA9_I/AAAAAAAAADY/c7Wy1TLseuU/s1600-h/100_0147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210808246918510578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCfhZA9_I/AAAAAAAAADY/c7Wy1TLseuU/s320/100_0147.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCgba5ScI/AAAAAAAAADg/hgTdwkAxsNY/s1600-h/100_0148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210808262495652290" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCgba5ScI/AAAAAAAAADg/hgTdwkAxsNY/s320/100_0148.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCgvtO6eI/AAAAAAAAADo/wkgWLBnyack/s1600-h/100_0152.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210808267941276130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCgvtO6eI/AAAAAAAAADo/wkgWLBnyack/s320/100_0152.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCg5PPhbI/AAAAAAAAADw/X5CQvNOJf0I/s1600-h/100_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210808270499841458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCg5PPhbI/AAAAAAAAADw/X5CQvNOJf0I/s320/100_0162.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCChfyZjHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6PnnitlZKwg/s1600-h/100_0165.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5210808280847846514" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCChfyZjHI/AAAAAAAAAD4/6PnnitlZKwg/s320/100_0165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay, so I'm not the best blogger, but Jamie has requested I give it a steady shot this summer. It was a whirlwind semester, but we are experiencing God's grace in amazing ways. Caleb began his relationship with Jesus, we moved into a new home, we had school, life, and all the other things that go along with that. Monday was seven years for us, and today is Caleb's 5th birthday. As I see Jesus more in my home, my children, and Jamie, I stand amazed that God uses me. Here's a hodgepodge of fun pics!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6770401034146207174?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6770401034146207174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6770401034146207174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6770401034146207174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6770401034146207174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/06/whirlwinds.html' title='Whirlwinds'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/SFCCfhZA9_I/AAAAAAAAADY/c7Wy1TLseuU/s72-c/100_0147.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-7036163017670396053</id><published>2008-01-24T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:59:09.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kKElbQ4AI/AAAAAAAAADI/O1ZJy2bVlOM/s1600-h/DSC01494.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159165922011832322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kKElbQ4AI/AAAAAAAAADI/O1ZJy2bVlOM/s320/DSC01494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kKE1bQ4BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wp75OWvp2oc/s1600-h/DSC01497.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159165926306799634" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kKE1bQ4BI/AAAAAAAAADQ/wp75OWvp2oc/s320/DSC01497.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1590621528404147872-7036163017670396053?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7036163017670396053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=7036163017670396053' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7036163017670396053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7036163017670396053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/01/blog-post_24.html' title=''/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kKElbQ4AI/AAAAAAAAADI/O1ZJy2bVlOM/s72-c/DSC01494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-8749050094867346667</id><published>2008-01-24T13:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T13:50:27.659-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Real World</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kHbFbQ37I/AAAAAAAAACg/YwMat9bNIDU/s1600-h/DSC01490.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kHb1bQ39I/AAAAAAAAACw/VE1ZlInB_aQ/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5159163022908907474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kHb1bQ39I/AAAAAAAAACw/VE1ZlInB_aQ/s320/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We're back! The last month and a half has been incredibly insane, fun, and such a blessing. Because of my stage of life, I don't have 10 whole minutes to sit and update you all, so I will do it a nugget at a time. Just pretend to relive it all with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Tuesday after Thanksgiving I was leaving work with the boys. I teach English at a homeschool co-op 6 hours a week. Anyway, suddenly a very loud alarm began sounding at Mountain Book Community Church, where we meet. Benjamin slyly smiled at me and said, "I pulled the red button, Mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In return, Caleb giggled and replied, "He did it just like I did at Leah's wedding, Mommy."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, the students we very proud of my boys as they were able to escape school early.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These pictures are from the Tuesday before Thanksgiving. Daddy is doing a painting of the boys. Check out his website at &lt;a href="http://www.donnyfinley.com/"&gt;www.donnyfinley.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&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/1590621528404147872-8749050094867346667?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8749050094867346667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=8749050094867346667' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8749050094867346667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8749050094867346667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2008/01/back-to-real-world.html' title='Back to the Real World'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/R5kHb1bQ39I/AAAAAAAAACw/VE1ZlInB_aQ/s72-c/DSC01502.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-9146486837315579475</id><published>2007-11-15T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:52:01.986-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rzy_Y-l_2LI/AAAAAAAAACY/6KTNSbDc-vA/s1600-h/DSC01431.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133188111135660210" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rzy_Y-l_2LI/AAAAAAAAACY/6KTNSbDc-vA/s320/DSC01431.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/1590621528404147872-9146486837315579475?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/9146486837315579475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=9146486837315579475' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/9146486837315579475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/9146486837315579475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/11/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rzy_Y-l_2LI/AAAAAAAAACY/6KTNSbDc-vA/s72-c/DSC01431.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-8596968539738074142</id><published>2007-11-15T13:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T13:48:13.314-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Family!</title><content type='html'>We are in Superhero world. Caleb has begun a regular battle with me every morning. He is determined to wear his superman clothes under his regular clothes. "But Mommy," he said yesterday, "I cannot tear off my clothes to save anyone if I don't wear them underneath." At the moment our most appropriate discipline is to simply tell him he is not acting like a superhero, and he breaks into tears. He told me he has secret super powers. If I could have one superhero power, it would simply be surviving the grocery store. Thank God for His grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-8596968539738074142?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/8596968539738074142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=8596968539738074142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8596968539738074142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/8596968539738074142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/11/super-family.html' title='Super Family!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-7468231831684260072</id><published>2007-10-31T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T19:53:56.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-67b0cac09d396665" 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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67b0cac09d396665%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331235332%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FFCE65ECC2021CA005A402048A60A8873F9DB93.239D5C4B506C09B19DEC47DBDF7EF7DB852CED5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67b0cac09d396665%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz8596k8C4hlnum776003cyeYFVg&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://v16.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D67b0cac09d396665%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331235332%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D7FFCE65ECC2021CA005A402048A60A8873F9DB93.239D5C4B506C09B19DEC47DBDF7EF7DB852CED5A%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D67b0cac09d396665%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dz8596k8C4hlnum776003cyeYFVg&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;I broke out my guitar one night, and this was the result.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-7468231831684260072?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=67b0cac09d396665&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7468231831684260072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=7468231831684260072' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7468231831684260072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7468231831684260072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-broke-out-my-guitar-one-night-and.html' title=''/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6076025168611495993</id><published>2007-10-19T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T11:22:23.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Up Close</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rxj1gvbvWbI/AAAAAAAAACI/7ABrcgANZoI/s1600-h/Daniel+Pic+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5123114518971374002" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rxj1gvbvWbI/AAAAAAAAACI/7ABrcgANZoI/s320/Daniel+Pic+1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is precious Daniel up close. Teresa is trying to help me with my blog.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-6076025168611495993?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6076025168611495993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6076025168611495993' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6076025168611495993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6076025168611495993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/10/up-close.html' title='Up Close'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rxj1gvbvWbI/AAAAAAAAACI/7ABrcgANZoI/s72-c/Daniel+Pic+1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-1007929880125257455</id><published>2007-10-12T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T12:36:42.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Catching a Moment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rw_LUmHpXiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UHYX-0fYIDQ/s1600-h/DSC01390.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120534856033984034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rw_LUmHpXiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UHYX-0fYIDQ/s320/DSC01390.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was in a grumpy mood when I came downstairs this week to find Caleb kissing Daniel on the head. I stood on the stairs and watched as he did this over and over. Then Caleb looked up at me and smiled. "Daniel loves me so much, Mommy," he said. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We've been juggling and trying to find a pace. Teresa emailed several quotes this week, and one caught my eye. I honestly can't remember where they are from. "How wonderful it is to walk in God's peace before I see his provision." That's where I long to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-1007929880125257455?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/1007929880125257455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=1007929880125257455' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/1007929880125257455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/1007929880125257455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/10/catching-moment.html' title='Catching a Moment'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rw_LUmHpXiI/AAAAAAAAAB8/UHYX-0fYIDQ/s72-c/DSC01390.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-6135066675218427497</id><published>2007-09-27T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-27T12:32:32.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Five of Us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/RvwFNja0DaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sxQfwfPE7ok/s1600-h/DSC01340.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114969007190183330" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/RvwFNja0DaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sxQfwfPE7ok/s320/DSC01340.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hi all! Daniel arrived around 1:30 yesterday afternoon. He was 6 pounds and 11 ounces, 20 inches. We are doing well, and the big brothers are SO proud. Thank you for all your prayers and love over the last year. We are so blessed to have a covenant family like you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Come thou fount of every blessing, tune my heart to sing Thy grace. Streams of mercy, never ceasing, call for songs of loudest praise. Teach me some melodious sonnet, sung by flaming tongues above. Praise the mount, I'm fixed upon it, Mount of God's redeeming love."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&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/1590621528404147872-6135066675218427497?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/6135066675218427497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=6135066675218427497' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6135066675218427497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/6135066675218427497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/09/five-of-us.html' title='The Five of Us!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/RvwFNja0DaI/AAAAAAAAAB0/sxQfwfPE7ok/s72-c/DSC01340.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-2950496129240818054</id><published>2007-09-24T12:34:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-24T12:44:11.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Time!</title><content type='html'>I've been slow, but with good reason. Our doctor plans to induce me Wednesday morning. Please pray for us as we rest in the Father and delight ourselves in Him. The boys are so excited about Daniel's arrival, though it may be because they look forward to going to Mimi's for a week. But we are so excited also about meeting our newest son who God has knit together for His glory and purpose. We'll keep you posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note, please pray for Benjamin. He will going with me to have some tests run at Children's Hospital in the morning. They are some follow-ups for some previous abnormal results.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-2950496129240818054?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/2950496129240818054/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=2950496129240818054' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/2950496129240818054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/2950496129240818054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/09/its-time.html' title='It&apos;s Time!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-7692800926863706805</id><published>2007-09-01T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-01T20:34:47.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Weekend of Football!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rtoqk9IOVkI/AAAAAAAAABE/nE6hkhw6f-Q/s1600-h/DSC01298.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5105439941950592578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rtoqk9IOVkI/AAAAAAAAABE/nE6hkhw6f-Q/s320/DSC01298.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday, I entered the elevator at the doctor's office. A woman looked at my stomach, smiled and said, "How sweet. This must be your first."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I smiled and replied, "Actually it's my third."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Her face changed to something I've come to recognize, as she said, "Well, so this is probably your last."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We're actually going for 10 in 10 years," I replied, "but we're running about six months behind. I smiled and walked quietly walked off the elevator.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No, it wasn't the dream "Christ-like" response. It was a reply from a 36-week pregnant woman, who looked for a parking place for 30 minutes to sit in the doctor's office for five. But it did get me thinking about how often people's faces change from joy to sympathy, simply over how many children I have. Then, I began to wonder if that is also a message I communicate through my actions and interactions with others. Because if I'm honest, there isn't a greater joy the Father could give me, than what I am doing now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy the first weekend of football! Roll Tide!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/1590621528404147872-7692800926863706805?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/7692800926863706805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=7692800926863706805' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7692800926863706805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/7692800926863706805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/09/first-weekend-of-football.html' title='First Weekend of Football!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/Rtoqk9IOVkI/AAAAAAAAABE/nE6hkhw6f-Q/s72-c/DSC01298.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1590621528404147872.post-894296828882699373</id><published>2007-08-19T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-19T17:41:14.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to Benjamin!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/RsjhRdIOVeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PyuGuComd2k/s1600-h/DSC01256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5100574267990234594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/RsjhRdIOVeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PyuGuComd2k/s320/DSC01256.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Today we celebrated God's faithfulness in our lives. Two years ago Benjamin was born, and one year ago we celebrated his first birthday. As he is now kicking and screaming his way out of bed, it was exactly a year ago when I held him after he first became sick. We're so grateful our lives don't go according to our plans because if they did, we would have missed so many hundreds of moments to see the face of God this past year. When we've felt fear grow so often, we've turned daily to find you, our covenant family, holding us up, and we've seen Jesus in you. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1590621528404147872-894296828882699373?l=pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/feeds/894296828882699373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1590621528404147872&amp;postID=894296828882699373' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/894296828882699373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1590621528404147872/posts/default/894296828882699373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pumpkinlumpkin.blogspot.com/2007/08/happy-birthday-to-benjamin.html' title='Happy Birthday to Benjamin!'/><author><name>This High Calling</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_rZFo1SSUND4/RsjhRdIOVeI/AAAAAAAAAAU/PyuGuComd2k/s72-c/DSC01256.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry></feed>
