<?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-4761009068345091473</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:03:36.305-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma Cribley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-808514161591884926</id><published>2010-12-02T08:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-02T09:02:11.682-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What more can I say about your dad, he is amazing like a "duracell battery", he just keeps going.  He is a person you can always count on!!!&lt;br /&gt;You are also right that we may be passionate in our thoughts BUT we are very blessed to be able to speak what we need to each other.  I believe this because of two things:  We love each other and we feel safe with each other.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that I have been blessed with wonderful parents, brother and family because I had a grandmother that blessed her children and the children to come with the aaronic blessing which Yahweh gave to us.Number 6:24&lt;br /&gt;You and Kelli have ALWAYS been a joy in our life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-808514161591884926?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/808514161591884926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-more-can-i-say-about-your-dad-he.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/808514161591884926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/808514161591884926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/12/what-more-can-i-say-about-your-dad-he.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-1831825844291676106</id><published>2010-08-26T06:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-26T06:42:44.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Like mother Like daughter</title><content type='html'>I had a tadpole when I was young - my brother had a beautiful Greek building that fit perfectly into my aquarium.  So...... I put the two together.  The next morning, I found my tadpole DEAD and the Greek forum gone.  The cute Greek house was made out of limestone.  The end of my story and having tadpoles in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My first dog was Jackie, a black poodle that we found in Rome, Italy and brought her home.  She was my buddy!!!!!!  Infact, it is because of her that I met my husband, the veterinarian.  Jackie was a lifeline for me at one time in my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They say you may never have  the "horse of a lifetime" in your life.  I did and his name was Mickey which was the namesake for Amie's horse.  Kelli was very fortunate to also have this great horse in her life.  Amie was not as blessed to have known him in her life.  This was a horse who gave you everything and more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is unfortunate that we out live our pets but we do and then we are honored to be able to have more great pets come into our lives!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-1831825844291676106?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/1831825844291676106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-mother-like-daughter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/1831825844291676106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/1831825844291676106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/08/like-mother-like-daughter.html' title='Like mother Like daughter'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-837238646207509768</id><published>2010-08-12T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:18:00.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shangra-la</title><content type='html'>Where I grew up was the ideal place, far away so I was able to travel all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;Ideal because it was a small town, safe and had everything you could want for a child to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;Way back then our needs were little, a good bike ride, a good swim, friends to play with all day long.&lt;br /&gt;Not too many people can say that they lived in Dhaharan, Saudi Arabia where the sun always shines. &lt;br /&gt;What a great life!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-837238646207509768?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/837238646207509768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/08/shangra-la.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/837238646207509768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/837238646207509768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/08/shangra-la.html' title='Shangra-la'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-5248246480458375765</id><published>2010-08-06T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T06:37:06.441-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Childhood</title><content type='html'>This is very nostalgic for me because I am now an orphan.  My perspective may be different from those whose parents are still alive. &lt;br /&gt;I am who I am first of all from Yahweh who  blessed me with the parents He gave me.  My father, a man of great integrity and a mom with softness.  I believe I am a very honest person because of my father.  Sometimes to a fault but honesty can never be wrong.  The softness comes when there is a need to be quiet about something, not to share what you are thinking.  There are those times when honesty will not be kind.&lt;br /&gt;I am who I am as a mother because my parents nurtured me as a child, loved me and were there for me.  Because of this, I believe I was a good mother to my two girls and this is evident because of how they turned out as two beautiful women.  And, now one has gone on to be a very special mother to her daughter.  I am so proud of how they interact with their husbands and show their love to them.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my life style is a part of who I am.  I lived in a  small town, a safe town which afforded me an idyllic life.  Traveling was  very much a part of my life, all over the world.  Therefore, my childhood was unusual but amazing!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-5248246480458375765?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/5248246480458375765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/08/childhood.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5248246480458375765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5248246480458375765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/08/childhood.html' title='Childhood'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-934377910094675426</id><published>2010-07-07T06:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T06:53:34.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I gave birth to my first born, Kelli Anne Cribley O'Brien.  Late in the evening, we went to Rose Hospital, they put me in a wheel chair and I burst into tears out of fear of what was to come as the labor pains were very intense.  Dr. Bennallack walked in with his grey pony tail, handlebar mustache, baseball cap and jean jacket, contrary to any time I saw him in the office in a dapper suit.  We were done in 4 hours, a minute before midnight on the 7th.  I heard," oh oh".  "What What".  You were covered in muconium, poop.  They checked you out and your lungs were clear.  You nursed as soon as you were looked over and tested.  We were elated parents with our first born, who was perfect in every way.  Infact, I shared a room and a couple that visited my roomate, stopped by on the way out to look at you, as you stayed in the room with me, and said,"what a beautiful baby" looked back at where they had come from and whispered, their baby is ugly.  The genes have continued on for Kelli because Samantha has the same comments constantly from strangers.  Papa and Nanny doted on you as their first girl grandchild.  Papa was very partial to girls!!&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Yahweh for the blessing you gave us in your image - you must be beautiful, confident, and loving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-934377910094675426?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/934377910094675426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/07/family.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/934377910094675426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/934377910094675426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/07/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-7874888767257871552</id><published>2010-05-23T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-23T07:53:22.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OUR TRIP</title><content type='html'>We have returned from our trip to visit Amie and Albert in Stuttgart, Germany.  It was wonderful to see them in their environment and their home.  They both have done a superb job of assimilating and adjusting to life in Germany. &lt;br /&gt;Instead of choosing to live the American life in Germany, they chose to blend in as best they can with the life of Germans.  We could not have survived without Amie being able to speak German.  Stuttgart is not a tourist town so it is not so common for people to speak English.  Even when we were in France on the border of Germany, the French spoke German.  In fact, we were at a winery in D'Alsace, France, and the owner complemented Amie on her well spoken German.  Of course, the reading of the menu's was very helpful because pork is a main stay in Germany.  I must say that I thought Mississippi was hard to be able to eat, Germany beats the south for everything being pork.  But, we managed with salads and pomme frites, french fries.  Albert seems to be very confident in his job as an engineer and easily adjusting to a different life.  We must remember that Albert has not traveled as Amie.  It just doesn't seem to bother him at all.  He tries the German and of course you understand more than you can speak at first. &lt;br /&gt;Now, on the their home - what a lovely and warm home they have put together with garage sales on the internet.  They have some great buys- two chairs in excellent condition for 1 euro.  A free chair by the road that Amie scrubbed and it looks just like the one from Ikea.  Amie's creativeness has come out on her walls!!!!  I know you all have seen the apartment but it can not be appreciated until you visit.  You walk out of their apartment take a left and you are in a forest by a river.  You feel as if you are in the country but get off their street and voila you are in a town.  And of course, the transportation is easy and close.  Amie and Albert have bikes to do some of their traveling or the train is a block away.  In fact, that is how we went to the airport because their Porsche could not carry us and our luggage.  I can not wait for Denver to take the light rail out to the airport. &lt;br /&gt;We went to castles, palaces, lakes, winery's, down towns, flea markets, concentration camp, old Renaissance towns and a lot of walking.  Stairs, stairs and more stairs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;Thank you Albert and Amie for a warm welcome and stay in your home and newly adopted country.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-7874888767257871552?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/7874888767257871552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-trip.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7874888767257871552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7874888767257871552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/05/our-trip.html' title='OUR TRIP'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-9150068952628378951</id><published>2010-03-19T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:38:57.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandma AGAIN</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I went over to AJ and Kelli's to pick up Samantha to get her hair cut.  AJ and Samantha were in the garage, I played pick-a-boo for a bit, I a saw that she had a t-shirt with writing.  As I got closer I saw it, "I love being a big sister".  All I could do is hug AJ. &lt;br /&gt;YES, we get to be grandparents again.&lt;br /&gt;Tonight we are taking everyone out to dinner to celebrate a new life!!!&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is appropo because this is the true beginning of the new year.  We are able to start it with the happy news of a new beginning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-9150068952628378951?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/9150068952628378951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandma-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/9150068952628378951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/9150068952628378951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/03/grandma-again.html' title='Grandma AGAIN'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-2212686419626428184</id><published>2010-02-01T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T12:38:06.632-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A GREAT LESSON FOR ALL</title><content type='html'>In my meager life of 60 years, I now know how important it is to be willing to share your feelings, desires, sadness and frustrations with those you care to have a relationship with in your life.  You may not do it immediately but as soon as you are able, it is of the utmost importance.  You will save yourself months if not years of loss.  BUT....... if this has happened and time has passed, find a WAY to express yourself in order to heal the wounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those who have done wrong to others but you don't care to have a relationship, for your own well being, repent for that wrong to whomever, for your own well being and those you have wronged!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU WILL BE BLESSED&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-2212686419626428184?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/2212686419626428184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-lesson-for-all.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/2212686419626428184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/2212686419626428184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2010/02/great-lesson-for-all.html' title='A GREAT LESSON FOR ALL'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-7949689559226149019</id><published>2009-12-13T07:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T07:36:57.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Less Genuine</title><content type='html'>Not a new thought for me but a continuing one.&lt;br /&gt;When one believes something so strongly that they live their live accordingly&lt;br /&gt;A happening occurs in their life&lt;br /&gt;Instead of grabbing hold of their belief&lt;br /&gt;They throw it all away and start anew&lt;br /&gt;Even though they knew the truth&lt;br /&gt;How does one live with themselves?&lt;br /&gt;How can you be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;genuine&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The finality is then "See, I got you"&lt;br /&gt;The final act of revenge?&lt;br /&gt;But who is really gotten?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-7949689559226149019?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/7949689559226149019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/12/less-geniune.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7949689559226149019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7949689559226149019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/12/less-geniune.html' title='Less Genuine'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-5793534245604550159</id><published>2009-12-12T17:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T17:26:44.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Sixtieth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000521229960" class="comment_author"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2442464ce8029e2fbc3" class="comment_actual_text text_exposed"&gt;I had the most awesome B party!! Kelli and Linda connived to bring Linda from Atlanta. Kelli took me to tea at 3 and then informed me that she had to go to the airport to get &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;AJ's&lt;/span&gt; bag that he left from his flight in the am. Lo and behold who came out of the doors but my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;bestest&lt;/span&gt; friend, Linda. She flew out again the next day, we are going to see&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; each other in 2 weeks in Mississippi. Then I get over my most excellent surprise and come home to think that I am having my yearly fondue dinner with family. I walk in the door and there are the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Gurley's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Musselman's&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Offenhartz's&lt;/span&gt;, Sanderson's and the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;O'Brien's&lt;/span&gt;. My wonderful husband planned a party for my 60&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt;. It was superb!! Steve got me a sculpture of a foal playing with a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;corgy&lt;/span&gt;. What a day!!!!!! The only thing missing was Amie and Albert!!!!!&lt;/span&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/4761009068345091473-5793534245604550159?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/5793534245604550159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sixtieth.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5793534245604550159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5793534245604550159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/12/my-sixtieth.html' title='My Sixtieth'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-2556638736773892622</id><published>2009-12-03T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T13:32:00.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I finally did it!!</title><content type='html'>As I lay in bed after my second surgery on my right knee, I got on facebook.  Amie and I were Skyping and she showed me how to get on and how to use it.  I have been putting it off for some time now.  It is the third day after my surgery, it hurts like heck and I'm loopy from all the drugs.  This will be all worth it if my knees start working without pain!  I have no idea why anyone would do plastic surgery for enhancement or beauty with the pain involved?????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-2556638736773892622?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/2556638736773892622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-finally-did-it.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/2556638736773892622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/2556638736773892622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-finally-did-it.html' title='I finally did it!!'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-5016918172728024239</id><published>2009-10-30T17:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:08:33.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a great day</title><content type='html'>Today is the day I gave birth to my youngest daughter - happy birthday Amie who is now 23.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-5016918172728024239?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/5016918172728024239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-great-day.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5016918172728024239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5016918172728024239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/10/today-is-great-day.html' title='Today is a great day'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-3029982800593729731</id><published>2009-10-30T16:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T16:41:46.138-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was tagged</title><content type='html'>1.  I was born in Beirut, Lebanon when it was called the Paris of the middle east.&lt;br /&gt;2.  My first 20 years of life were spent in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Dhahran&lt;/span&gt;, Saudi Arabia where I had an idyllic life in a small town like in the movie "Now and Then".&lt;br /&gt;3.  When I was 19, my aunt pulled me aside to tell me I was of Jewish descent.  That was a no no because my dad worked in an Arab country that does not recognize Israel.&lt;br /&gt;4.  When I was 18, I swam in a marathon for 13 straight hours, my legs were like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;spaghetti&lt;/span&gt; and my hair which was to my waist was green and one big knot.&lt;br /&gt;5.  My calling early in life was raising a family.  I believe because of this we have two beautiful daughters inside and out who also picked amazing husbands and consequently we have an awesome granddaughter and I know more to come from our youngest daughter.&lt;br /&gt;6.  The truth of our faith came late in our lives which causes us to want this truth to be foremost in our children's lives and their children.  Yahweh is One - the Scriptures and the Ruach Ha Kodesh is our only source through which we look for our knowledge&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;7.  Late in life we discovered the sea- the life and beauty underneath is spectacular.&lt;br /&gt;8.  &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Good&lt;/span&gt; and bad I am extremely organized and could easily be a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;ceo&lt;/span&gt; of a large company.&lt;br /&gt;9.  I love to knit - socks, wool covers for my &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;grandbabies&lt;/span&gt; cloth diapers.&lt;br /&gt;10.  I am a grandmother and look forward to more babies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-3029982800593729731?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/3029982800593729731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-tagged.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/3029982800593729731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/3029982800593729731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-was-tagged.html' title='I was tagged'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-7106262167001364654</id><published>2009-10-04T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T12:09:27.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We have a personal legend</title><content type='html'>Many of us struggle with sharing what we know as the truth.  We are taught that we are to evangelize, our existence depends on showing the truth to others?  Here are some thoughts from the book "The Alchemist" by Paulo Coehlo.&lt;br /&gt;"When you possess  great treasures within you, and try to tell others others of them, seldom are you believed." " When we know the treasure, we don't need to show it to anyone."&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone who interferes with the personal legend of another, they will never discover their own."&lt;br /&gt;"When we strive to become better than we are, everything around us becomes better.  When we love everything around us it loves."&lt;br /&gt;"No matter what I do on earth  I will play a central role in the history of the world and not know it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The word that comes to mind is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;humbleness&lt;/span&gt;.  Yahshua told us to be as children.  Those of us just in the beginning of having children - good advice.  Keep your children humble and awed by His light.  Keep your children free in thought as you can within Yahweh's boundries.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-7106262167001364654?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/7106262167001364654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-have-personal-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7106262167001364654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7106262167001364654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/10/we-have-personal-legend.html' title='We have a personal legend'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-4669606059803727766</id><published>2009-08-30T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T19:53:32.982-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life goes on even with change</title><content type='html'>What change is that?  Our children have been living with us since their marriage in their own abode but downstairs from us.  Now they are moving half way across the world to a new beginning.  Personally, I am very excited for them because this is a great experience when you are young and without strings.  But..... it it is bitter sweet for me as a mom, I won't see them on a regular basis, no trips to the tea house to sit and enjoy, no hot tub discussions, no meals to share.  This will be a huge adjustment for me, I will just have to find a new way to have a relationship with them.  Texts, Ichat on the computer and of course, e-mails.  I may have to force myself to make a few trips over?  I will pray for Yahweh to watch over them in their new adventure!!!!!  I will pray for Yahweh to take care of my heart.  I do love all my children and grandchild!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-4669606059803727766?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/4669606059803727766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-goes-on-even-with-change.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/4669606059803727766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/4669606059803727766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/08/life-goes-on-even-with-change.html' title='Life goes on even with change'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-5144979872233728057</id><published>2009-08-28T22:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T22:32:38.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-5144979872233728057?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/5144979872233728057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5144979872233728057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/5144979872233728057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-6647349644391475437</id><published>2009-08-08T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-08T09:28:05.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn, He keeps giving me these revelations!!!</title><content type='html'>A week ago I received a message on my machine that someone was speaking on his new book - she wanted me to have the opportunity to know about it.  Apparently, Yahweh wanted me to take this further..... because my thoughts went directly to what He my Abba would want from me.  And then.... the Torah portion for last week spoke directly to His thoughts given to me which I will share.  So...... my question is WHY DO WE LISTEN TO MAN? &lt;br /&gt;We must go back in time, "but because of Yahweh loving you, and because of Him guarding the oath which He swore to your fathers, Yahweh has brought you out with a strong hand, and redeemed you from the house of bondage, from the land of Pharaoh sovereign of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mitsrayim&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 7:8, because all Yahweh wanted from us was to trust in Him so He freed us from man and look where we are back to.  But..... we were afraid and could not talk to Him directly, we asked to talk through Moshe.  "Do not go after other mighty ones, the mighty ones of the peoples who are all around you, for Yahweh your Elohim is a jealous El"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 6:14-15, "Then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Yahshua&lt;/span&gt; said to him, "Go, Satan! For it has been written, 'You shall worship Yahweh your Elohim, and Him alone you shall serve.'" Matt. 4:10.  That was the beginning of the end because we really believe that this need to listen to man is all for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Yah&lt;/span&gt; not a form of worship.  Well, after our Messiah died, man decided to give us priests through which to talk to Him.  Then pastors, rabbis, then men who wrote books or made tapes when ALL He ever wanted was us alone with One asking, "And now, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Yisra&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;el&lt;/span&gt;, what is Yahweh your Elohim asking of you, but to honor Yahweh your Elohim to walk in all His ways and to love Him, and to serve Yahweh your Elohim with all your heart and with all your being, to guard the commands of Yahweh and His laws which I command you today for your good?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 10:12-13&lt;br /&gt;Some of us have come to the understanding that we are all priests and may speak directly with our Yahweh.  We are doing "And these Words which I am commanding you today shall be in your heart, and YOU shall impress them upon your children, and shall speak of them when YOU sit in your house, and when YOU walk by the way, and when YOU lie down, and when YOU rise up, "&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt;. 6:6-7, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;inorder&lt;/span&gt; to "And you shall do what is right and good in the eyes of Yahweh, that it might be well with you, and you shall go in and possess the good land of which Yahweh swore to your fathers,"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Deut&lt;/span&gt; 6:18.  But.... we are still brainwashed into believing that we are falling short because the world does not hear our words.  The revelation for me is this, "For this is good and acceptable before Elohim our Saviour, who desires all men to be saved and to come to the knowledge of the truth.  For there is one Elohim, and one Mediator between Elohim and men, the Man Messiah &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Yahshua&lt;/span&gt;." 1Tim. 2:3-5, "The voice said, "Cry out!" and he said, "what do I cry?"  "All flesh is grass, and all its loveliness is like the flower of the field.  "Grass shall wither, the flower shall fade, when the Spirit of Yahweh has blown on it!  Truly the people is grass!  "Grass shall wither, the flower shall fade, but the Word of our Elohim stands forever." Isa. 40:6-8.&lt;br /&gt;It is NOT IMPORTANT that man hears me or anyone else.  Our listening and conversations ONLY needs to be one-to-ONE.&lt;br /&gt;But know this,"Brothers, if anyone among you goes astray from the TRUTH, and someone turns him back, let him know that he who turns a sinner from the straying of his way shall save a life from death and cover a great number of sins." James 5:19-20&lt;br /&gt;DO NOT LISTEN TO ME - on your own, go to His Word and ask!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Yahshua's&lt;/span&gt; Name,&lt;br /&gt;Grandma &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Cribley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-6647349644391475437?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/6647349644391475437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/08/darn-he-keeps-giving-me-these.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/6647349644391475437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/6647349644391475437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/08/darn-he-keeps-giving-me-these.html' title='Darn, He keeps giving me these revelations!!!'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-203994130464120197</id><published>2009-06-04T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T08:30:02.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TO BE RIGHTEOUS OR NOT TO BE RIGHTEOUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;DIRECTIONS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;READ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;PSALM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;119&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Follow precisely and you will be blessed even though you will falter, our Father always gives us another chance.  But...... remember for those of you who only believe in the New Testament, His laws are for everyone, 'Jew or Gentile,' and their generations and you must look to Moshe's words to know &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; ALL&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt; His commands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-203994130464120197?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/203994130464120197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-righteous-or-not-to-be-righteous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/203994130464120197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/203994130464120197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-righteous-or-not-to-be-righteous.html' title='TO BE RIGHTEOUS OR NOT TO BE RIGHTEOUS'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-7346316196211508623</id><published>2009-05-04T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T18:34:00.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree of Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/Sf-MyaCBvJI/AAAAAAAAABE/9FJC7m8g-Hw/s1600-h/IMG_0449.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/Sf-MyaCBvJI/AAAAAAAAABE/9FJC7m8g-Hw/s320/IMG_0449.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332135281439128722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For mothers day this year, my daughter Amie gave me a pendant of the tree of life.  Kelli my other daughter is on a quest to start a non-profit 'plant a tree' called Trees of Life Charity.  I do not believe in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;coincidence&lt;/span&gt; - so this led me to a study on the tree of life.  The circle of life, so to speak.  We are a part of this cycle and I hope to plant seed to anyone who will hear what Yahweh has to say in His Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tree of life is given to man in Genesis 2:9.  Man disobeys Yahweh.  In Genesis 3:22 man eats from the tree of good and evil so..... the tree of life is now protected so man does not eat from the tree of life as man will be like Yahweh.  The tree is protected by a flaming sword which turns every WAY, to GUARD THE WAY of the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;- Yahweh tells us to guard his commands, statues and His Feast Days&lt;br /&gt;- Yahshuah is THE WAY&lt;br /&gt;If you read Proverb 3:15-18, you see that WISDOM is what we must attain through UNDERSTANDING in order to take hold of the tree of life.  Proverb 3:1 - "Do not forget my Torah, let your heart watch over my commands"&lt;br /&gt;- Again, Yahshuah is THE WORD and THE WORD is Torah&lt;br /&gt;Proverb 11:30 - When we live the Torah, we receive the fruit and we become righteous and then we achieve the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;Proverb 13:12 - The longing (faith) we have is the tree of life not the expectations.&lt;br /&gt;Proverb 15:4 - When we learn to use our voice in love, we have the tree of life.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 2:7 - When we are WITH EL, we will eat from the tree of life, His kingdom here on earth.&lt;br /&gt;Revelation 22:2&amp;amp;14 - When the 12 tribes come together, as in the prophecy, the tree of life shall be theirs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Simple put - If we obey Yahweh by loving and understanding His Torah, we will be given the tree of life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-7346316196211508623?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/7346316196211508623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/05/tree-of-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7346316196211508623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7346316196211508623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/05/tree-of-life.html' title='The Tree of Life'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/Sf-MyaCBvJI/AAAAAAAAABE/9FJC7m8g-Hw/s72-c/IMG_0449.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-2190156752291194527</id><published>2009-04-18T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T16:09:30.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It is the middle of April and we are having the worst snow storm this winter.  We can't have it in December, January, February or even in March, no it has to come to us when leaves are on the trees and crocus's have popped up.  Thank you Colorado for your diversity!!&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to a what I have recently learned about the justice system.  Basically it is without common sense, only worried about the lawyers and judges and very rude. &lt;br /&gt;This year I have personally had two completely different dealing with the justice system.  One was a divorce and the other criminal. (Neither myself or my family is involved). To make this short, there are children involved in the divorce but the courts are more concerned with winning and not being over turned so the children draw the short straw.  Let us not offend or have a definitive answer because that would be too easy.  Let us not follow the Torah as that again is too easy and clear and is just.  The people who have not asked for interference in their lives are being totally controlled and not in a way that is best for them.  Surprise, Surprise!  Then, I get to experience the criminal courts.  What a disgrace to those of us on the outside.  What you have is a court room filled with  6-12 lawyers for different cases  discussing the cases between the DA and the defense lawyers, all at the same time.  Imagine, this is not done privately in a small room between two sides, no, this is done in the court room with a dozen lawyers standing around talking between themselves WHILE the judge is hearing one of the cases.  AND, the families from the 10 cases waiting to be heard are sitting down in the court room not being able to hear anything going on because the lawyers have decided to do their business on THAT DAY, not before and IN THAT COURT ROOM,  not in a private room.  It was utter chaos and I viewed it as RUDE, RUDE AND MORE RUDE. &lt;br /&gt;It is no wonder that our world is upside down in our justice system but Yahweh prophesied that our world would be just that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lesson to be learned:  Do not do anything in your life that requires using the justice system!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now on to what is really important, playing uno with Tara on this snowy day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-2190156752291194527?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/2190156752291194527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-middle-of-april-and-we-are-having.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/2190156752291194527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/2190156752291194527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-middle-of-april-and-we-are-having.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-7328858803446749051</id><published>2009-04-01T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T12:20:46.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Back to Simpler Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/SdQ3FhGUIqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KpH0qtnuOeU/s1600-h/PICT0032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/SdQ3FhGUIqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KpH0qtnuOeU/s320/PICT0032.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319937627755127458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/SdQ3t7m3FzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lf0hSzVPv_4/s1600-h/PICT0065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/SdQ3t7m3FzI/AAAAAAAAAA8/lf0hSzVPv_4/s320/PICT0065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319938322065725234" border="0" /&gt;Steve and I had a great trip&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We swam with sharks, saw a giant manta ray, a giant turtle and many more of Yahweh's underwater sea creatures.  The boat was very comfortable, an awesome chef who took the 850 calories we lose a dive and put double back on.  The people we met were a nice group from all over the U.S. and Canada.  The crew took great care of us throughout the trip.  We did 18 dives over the course of 6 days.  Whew, that was work out of the water but effortless in the water. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What we learned while on Paradise Island&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We realized how important it is to live, LESS IS MORE!!  We noticed the way families have to be entertained now, something active all the time.  We walked through Atlantis, a very large, expensive ornate hotel, while we waited to go to the airport.  There were 35 restaurants and many more shops in the hotel and much more outside by the docks where all the many yachts were parked and being kept clean &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;incessantly&lt;/span&gt; by workers.  There were movies, game rooms, events to keep your children busy and who knows what else.  Mothers sticking pacifiers in the mouth when their food came, pacifiers in the mouths of walking toddlers???? &lt;br /&gt;WE NEED to get back to LESS IS MORE.  Don't entertain your children, let them entertain you by just being themselves - interact with them.  Don't shut them up with plugs, let them find a natural way to soothe.  Don't put on the movie in the car, talk to them - you have their undivided attention and you can have great conversations!!!!  Don't go to a vacation spot that does everything for you including entertaining your children.  Mingle with the people who live there, learn about them and let them learn about you. &lt;br /&gt;GET BACK TO WHAT LIFE CAN BE FOR YOU without all the outside stuff. &lt;br /&gt;I'm just being a grandma who wants better for my children, their spouses and their children.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-7328858803446749051?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/7328858803446749051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7328858803446749051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7328858803446749051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title='Go Back to Simpler Times'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/SdQ3FhGUIqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/KpH0qtnuOeU/s72-c/PICT0032.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-7046847319609056029</id><published>2009-03-18T19:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T20:10:41.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Steve and I are off to play with sea creatures in the Bahamas.  We have been blessed to be able to go on our first live- aboard.  For a week we will be on a large ship but only two dozen divers.  We will be able to dive about 5 times a day including night dives.  No dragging our stuff to the boat and off and back to where ever.  I'll post our adventures when we return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on to what I have been thinking about for some time.  I saw a story about a young girl who was mentally handicapped, stunted in her abilities just because she was not nurtured as a babe and continually ignored til her early teens.  She was unable to walk, eat by herself, was in diapers.  Yet, there were times she just sat and rocked.  I got to thinking how rocking can be soothing.  She seemed to find solace in her rocking and who is our Rock - Yahshua.  She may not have been nurtured by human touch but was she rocked in the arms of a Messenger?  The Hebrew root word for rock is tsur which has a meaning of refuge.  We are the children of Yahweh and our children are given to us as surrogates for Him.  So.... if the children are in the hands of unloving parents, does he rock them?  Go to 1Corinthians 10:4 and all drank the same spiritual drink.  For they drank of that spiritual Rock that followed,and the Rock was Messiah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yahweh's children are ours - it is our responsibility to be watchmen for all the lost children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-7046847319609056029?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/7046847319609056029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-great-week.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7046847319609056029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/7046847319609056029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-great-week.html' title='HAVE A GREAT WEEK!!!'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-846643310952718236</id><published>2009-03-14T00:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T00:43:15.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'>sleepless in colorado</title><content type='html'>Alas, another sleepless night.  I wonder if it is the full moon?  Maybe I should stop trying to sleep and give in to the desire to howl?  I have tried to deep breathe, empty my on going brain, count sheep, drink milk what can be left?  There is always looking forward to when this ends and I return to good sleeping.  Could it be that sleeping is overrated?  It is a very lonely time when the house is quiet, not even the husband snoring.  Or the dogs.  Farewell again as I try again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4761009068345091473-846643310952718236?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/846643310952718236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless-in-colorado.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/846643310952718236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/846643310952718236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleepless-in-colorado.html' title='sleepless in colorado'/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4761009068345091473.post-1491148650392162894</id><published>2009-03-05T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T22:22:01.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;MY LIFE HAS CHANGED&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I thank my Elohim for these changes as only He has allowed me to open my eyes to complete these changes and to see the changes in others.  Of course, this all is on going in my life.  But, because He is great I am constantly given confirmations, sometimes in the strangest ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His greatest gift is children as they give us such wisdom just by watching and listening.  An example;  my daughter and son-in-law were very typical young adults living their life in a good and excellent way but..... they were still in that place of me, me, me.  Then Yahweh gives them a gift, Samantha, who entirely changes who they used to be.  Now, they are parents caring for a little one totally dependent on them and they on each other for comfort and support.  Wow, a miracle begets a miracle.  He is awesome!  Samantha is blessed having the loving parents she has, infact when I look at her I think of the children that are not being nurtured as she is being loved, this breaks my heart but there is a plan.  I pray that all will treasure the gift given to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a mother, I am very blessed with both my daughters, we are able to talk to each other and safely express ourselves.  It is not that it may take more than a moment to hear the other and that passion creeps in, but much sooner than later, we hear each other and are able to move on in a loving way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My one daughter has medical issues, diabetes, and more has arisen such as a blood clot in the brain.  As we all want to ask, why me?  That is something that may not be answered or you can find an answer through all the tribulations.  When she was in the hospital with the clot she asked my why?  What came to my mind was, "  You are in icu but because the good doctors found this early on, you were in here coherently and walking.  You were not in any pain.  Could it be that those good nurses and doctors were always dealing with dying and or very grouchy patients and you were a light for them for those three days?  You were courteous, kind and loving towards them and maybe they needed a light in what can seem like darkness."  I don't know what lies ahead for my daughter but I know that she is a blessing to me and others.  Amie found her love early on and for this I am grateful as she was cared for by her parents and now her husband has taken over and I FEEL SAFETY FOR HER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, my husband for 33 years.  Together we raised two beautiful daughters and many animals were loved by us.  He is a psalms 1 man to the utmost.  We are like minded in the scriptures, what a blessing we have in our same beliefs.  He loves me and I love him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My life has changed because I opened my heart , saw with my eyes and heard with my ears.  I was living a lie handed down through centuries but not now.  Praise Yahshua He is my Salvation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/4761009068345091473-1491148650392162894?l=grandmacribley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/feeds/1491148650392162894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-has-changed-i-thank-my-elohim.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/1491148650392162894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4761009068345091473/posts/default/1491148650392162894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grandmacribley.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-life-has-changed-i-thank-my-elohim.html' title=''/><author><name>Grandma</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14207381461712061719</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_g7-5FRsKhjI/TPE3M_CneFI/AAAAAAAAABo/24i3IncA1Wo/S220/DSC03638.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
