<?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-20231755</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:11:35.132Z</updated><title type='text'>A Sparrow's Home</title><subtitle type='html'>How lovely is your dwelling place, O LORD Almighty! My soul yearns, even faints, for the courts of the LORD; my heart and my flesh cry out for the living God.

Even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young— a place near your altar, O LORD Almighty, my King and my God. Ps. 84</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115412942009294778</id><published>2006-07-28T23:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2007-01-06T01:30:59.473Z</updated><title type='text'>Moving,,,</title><summary type='text'>Come on over here to visit me - I'm not playing with Blogger anymore!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115412942009294778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115412942009294778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/moving.html' title='Moving,,,'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115400686971682641</id><published>2006-07-27T12:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-27T13:29:28.733Z</updated><title type='text'>Off to the sea today...</title><summary type='text'>"...The shore road was 'woodsy and wild and lonesome.' On the right hand, scrub firs, their spirits quite unbroken by long years of tussle with the gulf winds, grew thickly. On the left were the steep red sandstone cliffs, so near the track in places that a mare of less steadiness than the sorrel might have tried the nerves of the people behind her.Down at the base of the cliffs were heaps of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115400686971682641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115400686971682641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/off-to-sea-today.html' title='Off to the sea today...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115384393632329981</id><published>2006-07-25T16:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-25T20:34:48.560Z</updated><title type='text'>Floating...</title><summary type='text'>....I love to floatI can float and drift for hours. My fingers are wrinkled when I finally, reluctantly, get out of the water. It is the most relaxing sensation - a wonderful weightless freedom - a sense of being held.   I taught swimming as a teenager and I remember one little boy who was very afraid of the water. He could not relax enough to float.  It took the better part of a week, with lots </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115384393632329981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115384393632329981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/floating.html' title='Floating...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115375444120018556</id><published>2006-07-24T14:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:20:43.436Z</updated><title type='text'>Thanks are in order!</title><summary type='text'>Notice the digital "badges" on my sidebar??Many thanks to Debi D.!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115375444120018556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115375444120018556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/thanks-are-in-order.html' title='Thanks are in order!'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115375121585117000</id><published>2006-07-24T12:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-24T15:31:36.490Z</updated><title type='text'>If only I had known....</title><summary type='text'>Randi is up to her tricks again... &lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;It's Let's Get Real Monday---Bad Hair DayIf only I was up to speed in Blogger Playland, I'm sure I would have won this challenge HANDS DOWN!!Yesterday, the heavens opened up - it poured and poured and poured!I stayed after church, working on the worship slides. Well, when I finally looked up from the computer, I was the only one left</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115375121585117000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115375121585117000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/if-only-i-had-known.html' title='If only I had known....'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115365671064075737</id><published>2006-07-23T10:39:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-07-23T12:30:12.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Out on the town...</title><summary type='text'>Charlottetown is a bustling little harbourside city, the capital of PEI and the birthplace of  the Confederation of Canada. It is a city by definition, although visitors seem to find that designation a little amusing perhaps because it has such a friendly small-town feel. Tree-lined streets, historic buildings, horse-drawn carriage tours, spacious parks and even strolling actors, who play the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115365671064075737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115365671064075737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/out-on-town_23.html' title='Out on the town...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115341219628618369</id><published>2006-07-20T15:25:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-07-20T22:14:39.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Tide-pool Gallery</title><summary type='text'>Photo credit - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115341219628618369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115341219628618369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/tide-pool-gallery.html' title='Tide-pool Gallery'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115325041714256219</id><published>2006-07-18T19:12:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-18T19:20:17.213Z</updated><title type='text'>Which LM Montgomery heroine are you?</title><summary type='text'>Try the quiz here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115325041714256219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115325041714256219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/which-lm-montgomery-heroine-are-you.html' title='Which LM Montgomery heroine are you?'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115297788266286114</id><published>2006-07-15T12:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-15T16:36:27.596Z</updated><title type='text'>growing...</title><summary type='text'>"...Of all the wonderful things in the wonderful universe of God, nothing seems to me more surprising than the planting of a seed in the blank earth and the result thereof..."Julie Moir MesservyThese trailing geraniums give a bright and cheery greeting to visitors at our door.I planted this hosta around 10 years ago. It must be incredibly hardy.I have hacked and split it with a dull spade...(my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115297788266286114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115297788266286114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/growing.html' title='growing...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115283010152253048</id><published>2006-07-13T21:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-13T23:21:04.466Z</updated><title type='text'>wishful</title><summary type='text'> "...If I wasn’t a human girl  I think I’d like to be a bee  and live  among the flowers..."Anne of Green Gables - Ch. 8Photo Credits - Aaron Hardcourt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115283010152253048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115283010152253048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/wishful.html' title='wishful'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115267254192099422</id><published>2006-07-12T02:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-12T02:54:32.496Z</updated><title type='text'>simple joys</title><summary type='text'>The SwingHow do you like to go up in a swing,Up in the air so blue?Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!  Up in the air and over the wall,Till I can see so wide,Rivers and trees and cattle and allOver the countryside -  Till I look down on the garden green,Down on the roof so brown -Up in the air I go flying again,Up in the air and down!Robert Louis Stevensonphoto credit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115267254192099422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115267254192099422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/simple-joys.html' title='simple joys'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115255542633244718</id><published>2006-07-10T17:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-10T18:17:19.606Z</updated><title type='text'>Summer reading...</title><summary type='text'>A peek in my library basket...I haven't read them  - so I can't recommend them...yet!The Akhenaten adventure /I've seen this one in the children's bookstores - I'm checking it out for my school library.The bread book : the definitive guide to making bread by hand or machine /  Mmm - the pictures are wonderful in this book - it is making me hungry just to look at them.Chasing Redbird /  My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115255542633244718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115255542633244718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/summer-reading.html' title='Summer reading...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115249412612207759</id><published>2006-07-10T01:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-10T01:28:07.513Z</updated><title type='text'>Vespers</title><summary type='text'>O LORD, I call to you; come quickly to me.      Hear my voice when I call to you.   May my prayer be set before you like incense;      may the lifting up of my hands be like the evening sacrifice.Ps. 141:1,2</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115249412612207759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115249412612207759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/vespers.html' title='Vespers'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115237688234479284</id><published>2006-07-08T16:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-08T16:41:22.853Z</updated><title type='text'>Well...it began as a response and evolved into a post...</title><summary type='text'>Very thought-provoking discussions on the blogosphere this week!"Does literature teach us to empathize with other people, or does it merely teach us to empathize with fictional people, who are infinitely less likely to inconvenience us than are real ones?" - Wittingshire - (read the whole article - it's worth it!!)Kim writes " All I've got to say is, "If loving literature is wrong, I don't want </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115237688234479284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115237688234479284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/wellit-began-as-response-and-evolved.html' title='Well...it began as a response and evolved into a post...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115229205521817501</id><published>2006-07-07T16:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-07T17:31:43.033Z</updated><title type='text'>listen to your mother...</title><summary type='text'>My mother was a beach lover - every single sunny day of the summer she packed a picnic cooler and we headed off to one of the many beaches here on PEI. And she always carried her beach bag with her - even on rainy days because "You never know - the sun might come out..."I headed to town the other day - it was a rainy afternoon - the sky was grey and leaden. I brought my laptop looking forward to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115229205521817501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115229205521817501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/listen-to-your-mother.html' title='listen to your mother...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115220785976924482</id><published>2006-07-06T17:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-06T17:44:19.803Z</updated><title type='text'>Enjoying summer</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115220785976924482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115220785976924482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/enjoying-summer.html' title='Enjoying summer'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115195318195029936</id><published>2006-07-03T18:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-04T13:11:07.280Z</updated><title type='text'>For TBFs only....</title><summary type='text'>Sue just passed her 100th post and that got me thinking about how many posts I've written - apparently 127!! I missed my 100th milestone.oh well...In honour of my 127th post I will write 127 things . (sorry I only made it 106 - actually I'm sure you're quite relieved...) Don't feel obliged to read them... although I'm sure you will be totally engrossed, fascinated, enthralled...ok, maybe mildly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115195318195029936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115195318195029936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/for-tbfs-only.html' title='For TBFs only....'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115176482039393965</id><published>2006-07-01T13:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-01T16:52:48.956Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Canada Day and a little history...</title><summary type='text'>HAPPY CANADA DAY!Wikipedia  - Canada Day"Canada Day celebrates the creation of the dominion of Canada through the British North America Act on July 1, 1867, uniting three British territories - the Province of Canada (southern Ontario and southern Quebec), Nova Scotia and New Brunswick - into a federation."A proclamation was issued by Governer General Lord Monk, on June 20, 1868, asking for "all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115176482039393965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115176482039393965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/07/happy-canada-day-and-little-history.html' title='Happy Canada Day and a little history...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115167090802432655</id><published>2006-06-30T12:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T12:35:08.073Z</updated><title type='text'>After the storm...</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115167090802432655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115167090802432655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/after-storm.html' title='After the storm...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115157962192399384</id><published>2006-06-29T10:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-30T15:49:24.690Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - O</title><summary type='text'>"My prayer is not for them alone.I pray also for those who will believe in methrough their message, that all of them may be one, Father,just as You are in Me and I am in You.May they also be in Usso that the world may believethat You have sent Me.John 17:20-21  "One Heart" is a song-prayer I wrote with John 17:20-21 in mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115157962192399384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115157962192399384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/alphabet-of-praise-o.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - O'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115140369499535750</id><published>2006-06-27T09:52:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:42:59.076Z</updated><title type='text'>wild lupin season</title><summary type='text'>Pictures 1,2,3 - Aaron Hardcourt - a YWAM worker living in our community.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115140369499535750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115140369499535750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/wild-lupin-season.html' title='wild lupin season'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115133315244472208</id><published>2006-06-26T14:42:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:53:49.583Z</updated><title type='text'>Blue Shoes and Happiness for Get Real Monday</title><summary type='text'>favourite shoes+favourite author=happiness:)There you go Randi!*update* Attack of the Killer Shoes... (thanks for the caption Randi!!)Abbie was cleaning her room and Aaron took this shot....I couldn't resist adding it to Randi's Get Real Challenge ! :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115133315244472208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115133315244472208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/blue-shoes-and-happiness-for-get-real.html' title='Blue Shoes and Happiness for Get Real Monday'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115123963660031630</id><published>2006-06-25T12:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-25T12:54:10.053Z</updated><title type='text'>The Methodist Covenant Prayer</title><summary type='text'>I am no longer my own, but Thine.Put me to what Thou wilt,rank me with whom Thou wilt;put me to doing, put me to suffering;let me be employed for Theeor laid aside for Thee;let me be exalted for Thee,or brought low for Thee;let me be full, let me be empty;let me have all things,let me have nothing;I freely and heartily yield all thingsto Thy pleasure and disposal.And now, O glorious and blessed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115123963660031630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115123963660031630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/methodist-covenant-prayer.html' title='The Methodist Covenant Prayer'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115115181925122392</id><published>2006-06-24T12:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-24T13:01:07.606Z</updated><title type='text'>All in a week...</title><summary type='text'>Revival in Belfast conference...James, Nora, Abbie and Brian's graduation... we are so so proud of you!!!A very heartfelt thank you to each one who has prayed for us during this week of incredible highs and deep lows. I want you to know that the Lord is working in an amazing way among us. Many are turning to Him. We can't keep up with the overwhelming responses to the conference.  In celebration,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115115181925122392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115115181925122392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/all-in-week.html' title='All in a week...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115106895683109958</id><published>2006-06-23T12:45:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-06-23T13:39:34.423Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - N</title><summary type='text'>One God - Father, Son, and Holy SpiritOne LordOne FaithOne BaptismOne WayOne TruthOne LifeOne SaviourOne KingOne CreatorOne FoundationOne BodyOne HeadOne MasterOne BuilderOne CornerstoneOne PrinceOne RulerOne LambOne HopeOne LightOne VisionOne CryOne RefugeOne RockOne ShieldOne Hiding-PlaceOne ShelterOne Prayer One WhisperJesus Name Above AllPhoto credit - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115106895683109958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115106895683109958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/alphabet-of-praise-n_23.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - N'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115088948516053348</id><published>2006-06-21T10:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-21T11:34:08.846Z</updated><title type='text'>pressing in...</title><summary type='text'>Dear friends,Thank you so much for the wonderful outpouring of prayer.I want to let you know what the Lord is doing here among us. Today, my brother-in-law, a Presbyterian pastor, will have the funeral of the girl who was killed in the accident. Rinda's daughter, Abbie, will pray at this service. It will be packed with High school students. Please pray that the Lord will move mightily among them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115088948516053348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115088948516053348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/pressing-in.html' title='pressing in...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115080237968738995</id><published>2006-06-20T11:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-20T11:23:41.263Z</updated><title type='text'>prayer request</title><summary type='text'>May I please ask for your prayer support. We have had an incredible weekend (picture and details coming soon). Many,  young people in particular, responded to the call of God.However there has been backlash from the enemy - one of our young people was in a tragic accident early Sunday morning. He is in serious but stable condition. He suffered a crushed pelvis, lacerated ear, punctured lungs, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115080237968738995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115080237968738995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/prayer-request.html' title='prayer request'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115053986092202198</id><published>2006-06-17T09:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-17T11:24:33.633Z</updated><title type='text'>full</title><summary type='text'>A full church - over 450 people from across the MaritimesA full schedule - meals, meetings, hosting (yes Anne and lobster!! of course!!)A full heart -  overflowing, thankful, tears, laughter, joy, deep gratitude. Can anything mean more, than to join with my children and husband, and a church packed to the rafters, singing "Thank You for the cross"? No - nothing - ever. Thank You Lord Jesus.Am I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115053986092202198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115053986092202198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/full.html' title='full'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115037310357974477</id><published>2006-06-15T10:24:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-15T14:34:50.796Z</updated><title type='text'>ordinary things in extraordinary times</title><summary type='text'>Oh my goodness - I feel  excited - happy - a little anxious!Today is the day we have been planning for all year long. Our Revival In Belfast conference starts tonight. Our visitors from Ireland arrived last night and are happily installed in a beautiful cottage down on Point Prim. 400 delegates are about to descend on our church tonight at 7 pm. The closing worship concert is scheduled for Sunday</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115037310357974477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115037310357974477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/ordinary-things-in-extraordinary-times.html' title='ordinary things in extraordinary times'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115031476024271866</id><published>2006-06-14T19:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-14T19:58:07.813Z</updated><title type='text'>A perfect spot for quiet morning meditation...</title><summary type='text'>From the rising of the sunto the place where it sets,    the name of the LORDis to be praised.Ps. 113:3Milford House, Nova Scotia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115031476024271866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115031476024271866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/perfect-spot-for-quiet-morning.html' title='A perfect spot for quiet morning meditation...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-115008383929925402</id><published>2006-06-12T03:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-12T10:43:57.263Z</updated><title type='text'>The missing jewel...</title><summary type='text'>The purpose of God in sending His Son to die and rise and live and be at the right hand of God the Father was that He might restore to us the missing jewel, the jewel of worship; that we might come back and learn to do again that which we were created to do in the first place – worship the Lord in the beauty of holiness, to spend our time in awesome wonder and adoration of God, feeling and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115008383929925402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/115008383929925402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/missing-jewel.html' title='The missing jewel...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114994583309399938</id><published>2006-06-10T12:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-12T03:45:19.533Z</updated><title type='text'>morning prayer...</title><summary type='text'>"AWAKE IN THE MORNING, and the first thing you do, thank God for it, even if you don't feel particularly happy about the day which is to come. … Come to God again with two convictions. The one is that you are God's own, and the other is that this day is also God's own; it is absolutely new, absolutely fresh. …This day is blessed by God, it is God's own, and now let us go into it. You walk in this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114994583309399938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114994583309399938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/morning-prayer.html' title='morning prayer...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114971948243493408</id><published>2006-06-07T22:17:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-08T13:38:37.090Z</updated><title type='text'>The place I love...</title><summary type='text'>All the Places to LoveBy Patricia MacLachlan, Illustrations by Mike Wimmer"...On the day Eli is born, his grandmother holds him up to the window, so that what he hears first is the wind, and what he sees first are all the places to love: the valley, the river falling down over rocks, the hilltop where blueberries grow... "This is one of my all-time favourite picture books. It is a gentle story of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114971948243493408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114971948243493408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/place-i-love.html' title='The place I love...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114967992198659633</id><published>2006-06-07T11:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-07T11:37:34.823Z</updated><title type='text'>June</title><summary type='text'> "... ‘I wonder what it would be like  to live in a world  where it was always June,’ said Anne..."      </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114967992198659633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114967992198659633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/june.html' title='June'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114963815477062281</id><published>2006-06-06T23:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T23:57:54.153Z</updated><title type='text'>Tagged</title><summary type='text'>Kim @ Hiraeth tagged me for this meme.Seven things to do before I die:1. Witness revival - oh yes.2. see all my children married to believers3. hold my grandbabies4. work with orphans in Africa5. record some of my songs6. I don't know -if I see #1, 2 and 3 I will die a happy woman. #4 &amp; 5 would be icing on the cake - my life is very rich now.Seven things I cannot do:1. sew - I am in awe of all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114963815477062281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114963815477062281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/tagged.html' title='Tagged'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114956008980144360</id><published>2006-06-06T01:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-07-23T20:58:59.766Z</updated><title type='text'>Consider Him</title><summary type='text'>Bible LinksDevotional LinksRevival LinksPrayer LinksChristian Literature Links</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114956008980144360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114956008980144360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/consider-him.html' title='Consider Him'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114955404008745285</id><published>2006-06-05T23:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-06T00:36:02.830Z</updated><title type='text'>Anchored...</title><summary type='text'>                                              Photo credits - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114955404008745285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114955404008745285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/anchored.html' title='Anchored...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114950967478035864</id><published>2006-06-05T10:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-05T13:35:09.986Z</updated><title type='text'>It's like, you know ,when you stay up late and, like, everything is,kinda, you know, like, funny...</title><summary type='text'>Note the timeLast night - 12 pm  - exhausted -  arrive home from a worship service ready to fall into bed.Find a note from my son on the kitchen counter...MOM - (double underlined - caps -  denoting a sense of urgency)CAN YOU CHECK MY PAPER ON THE CPU!!Thanks   (in small print - denoting humble and grateful attitude - perhaps considering that I had warned him - do not to ask me to check over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114950967478035864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114950967478035864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/its-like-you-know-when-you-stay-up.html' title='It&apos;s like, you know ,when you stay up late and, like, everything is,kinda, you know, like, funny...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114945332719260428</id><published>2006-06-04T20:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-05T10:23:18.413Z</updated><title type='text'>test...and more :)</title><summary type='text'>test*update*Testing Performance that is!!*grin*  Kim from Hiraeth caught me!! I meant to erase the test post and then I ended up rushing out the door to a Global Day of Prayer event. A marvelous worship and prayer service!Performace is a new blogging extension from Firefox. I'm still experimenting with it. I don't think you can upload pictures from your hard drive though. You have to post them on</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114945332719260428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114945332719260428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/testand-more.html' title='test...and more :)'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114942584375194983</id><published>2006-06-04T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-04T12:58:40.836Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - M</title><summary type='text'>And we, who with unveiled faces all reflect the Lord's glory,are being transformed into his likenesswith ever-increasing glory...2 Cor. 3:18a Picture credit - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114942584375194983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114942584375194983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/alphabet-of-praise-m.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - M'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114933538222221788</id><published>2006-06-03T11:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-03T11:50:38.986Z</updated><title type='text'>an Island tradition</title><summary type='text'>The lobster supper...mmmm....succulent lobster, melted butter, fresh home-made rolls, coleslaw, potato salad and a dizzying assortment of desserts - for the exorbitant :) price of ... $16.00. Photo credits Aaron Harcourt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114933538222221788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114933538222221788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/island-tradition.html' title='an Island tradition'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114924505570651343</id><published>2006-06-02T10:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-02T21:22:09.593Z</updated><title type='text'>The LORD is king</title><summary type='text'>Say among the nations, "The LORD reigns."The world is firmly established, it cannot be moved;He will judge the peoples with equity.Let the heavens rejoice, let the earth be glad;let the sea resound, and all that is in it;let the field exult, and everything in it.Then shall all the trees of the forestsing for joy before the LORD!Ps. 96:10-13aPhoto credits Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114924505570651343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114924505570651343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/06/lord-is-king.html' title='The LORD is king'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114912028354075896</id><published>2006-05-31T22:27:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-06-01T00:19:31.426Z</updated><title type='text'>Sweet spring fragrance</title><summary type='text'>It seems as if every Island farm has an old lilac tree planted somewhere in the yard. Most of the year it blends in quietly with the other shrubs, but in May it bursts into beautiful purple, mauve, pink or white blossoms.  When I pass by a bush, I can't help but bury my nose in the blooms and inhale the intoxicating sweetness of their fragrance."Girl With Lilac" by Sophie AndersonMy mother tucked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114912028354075896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114912028354075896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/sweet-spring-fragrance.html' title='Sweet spring fragrance'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114898964773567028</id><published>2006-05-30T11:40:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-31T10:21:34.796Z</updated><title type='text'>Halifax bound</title><summary type='text'>Going on the ferry today, over to the mainland.picture credits Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114898964773567028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114898964773567028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/halifax-bound.html' title='Halifax bound'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114881799275694991</id><published>2006-05-28T11:45:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-28T12:23:24.876Z</updated><title type='text'>The love song of the revival...</title><summary type='text'>Here is love, vast as the ocean...The Welsh Revival "Roy Jenkins tells the story of how a hundred thousand people in Wales made a new commitment to Jesus Christ in a single year a century ago.  Just after eleven o'clock on a Wednesday evening a hundred years ago, a solo voice rang out with the hymn "Here is love vast as the ocean". Maybe a thousand people were in Ebenezer Baptist Church, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114881799275694991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114881799275694991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/love-song-of-revival.html' title='The love song of the revival...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114865681640470562</id><published>2006-05-26T14:09:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-26T15:47:15.073Z</updated><title type='text'>prayer</title><summary type='text'>"...No doubt      by praying we learn to pray, and the more we pray the oftener we can pray,      and the better we can pray. He who prays in fits and starts is never likely      to attain to that effectual, fervent prayer which availeth much.                 Great power in prayer is within our reach, but we must go to work to obtain      it.Let us never imagine that Abraham could have interceded</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114865681640470562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114865681640470562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/prayer.html' title='prayer'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114851821336117557</id><published>2006-05-25T00:39:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-25T10:28:24.170Z</updated><title type='text'>Apple blossom time on the Island</title><summary type='text'>“Welcome, my friend. It is a very beautiful evening.  The sky is so blue and the apple blossoms so sweet. The wind and I have been here alone together and the wind is a good companion, but still I am glad to see you.It is an evening on which it is good to be alive and to wander in an orchard that is fine and white...” 1"...Just think what a lovely place to live--in an apple blossom! Fancy going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114851821336117557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114851821336117557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/apple-blossom-time-on-island.html' title='Apple blossom time on the Island'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114847740296764964</id><published>2006-05-24T13:23:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T13:30:48.536Z</updated><title type='text'>drink</title><summary type='text'>The gift of Godliving water</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114847740296764964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114847740296764964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/drink.html' title='drink'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114843336683709024</id><published>2006-05-24T01:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-24T01:16:06.880Z</updated><title type='text'>Blooming...</title><summary type='text'>Fun...Make a flower....You can check out mine on the sidebar - sunshine - sunflower - km</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114843336683709024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114843336683709024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/blooming.html' title='Blooming...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114816335378081232</id><published>2006-05-20T21:41:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-21T16:23:13.006Z</updated><title type='text'>A day in pictures</title><summary type='text'>JackSamA walk in the woodsEagle's nestThe macro setting  -Trying out the optical zoomThe Chowder House is open...You can sit on the deck and watch the sun set over the water....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114816335378081232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114816335378081232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/day-in-pictures.html' title='A day in pictures'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114813661928084086</id><published>2006-05-20T14:38:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-20T15:26:49.440Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - K and some brain fun...</title><summary type='text'>Knowing - 1 a (1) : to perceive directly : have direct cognition of (2) : to have understanding of  (3) : to recognize the nature ofThe Set Daily PuzzleWarning - it's a little addictive - but consider it preventive maintenance for the brain.According to researchers "... increased mental activity throughout life appears to preserve brainpower..."Isn't that a great excuse?!  :)HT - LynPs - My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114813661928084086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114813661928084086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/alphabet-of-praise-k-and-some-brain.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - K and some brain fun...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114799401962562792</id><published>2006-05-18T23:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-19T14:43:25.563Z</updated><title type='text'>It's here!</title><summary type='text'>If you missed the prelude, read dreams...And now the hard workpracticepracticepractice</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114799401962562792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114799401962562792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-here.html' title='It&apos;s here!'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114782631858671280</id><published>2006-05-17T00:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:44:00.120Z</updated><title type='text'>Encore! A Grade 3 class bursts into applause again!</title><summary type='text'>For this book!Another winner by Jeff Brumbeau."Mrs. M - they should make it into a movie!"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114782631858671280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114782631858671280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/encore-grade-3-class-bursts-into.html' title='Encore! A Grade 3 class bursts into applause again!'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114770728013795236</id><published>2006-05-15T14:53:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-15T23:06:18.403Z</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Math</title><summary type='text'>1       beautiful evening + 1       quiet walk on the shore+ 1       campfire with family, friends, laughter and music...= 1       happy momPhoto credits - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114770728013795236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114770728013795236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/mothers-day-math.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Math'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114754032796643048</id><published>2006-05-13T16:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-14T00:25:58.090Z</updated><title type='text'>With love on Mother's Day...</title><summary type='text'>An excerpt from Anne of The Island - Chapter 21"...But the sweetest incident of Anne's sojourn in Bolingbroke was the visit to her birthplace -- the little shabby yellow house in an out-of-the-way street she had so often dreamed about.  She looked at it with delighted eyes, as she and Phil turned in at the gate. "It's almost exactly as I've pictured it," she said.  "There is no honeysuckle over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114754032796643048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114754032796643048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/with-love-on-mothers-day.html' title='With love on Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114735126911811082</id><published>2006-05-11T11:54:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T12:48:50.486Z</updated><title type='text'>Work before pleasure...</title><summary type='text'>Aren't I good?I am tackling this first...Before heading into the library where these are waiting for me....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114735126911811082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114735126911811082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/work-before-pleasure.html' title='Work before pleasure...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114731111735009953</id><published>2006-05-11T01:29:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-11T01:34:55.710Z</updated><title type='text'>Conversations With B...</title><summary type='text'>My little  neighbour came over to visit. Conversations with a three year old are such fun..."Mmmm pretty.""Anybody home down there?""Watch me jump!"Good friends..."I'm hiding from the wind..""Look what I found!""Catch!""I'm a unicorn"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114731111735009953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114731111735009953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/conversations-with-b_10.html' title='Conversations With B...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114709573447311087</id><published>2006-05-08T13:33:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-08T13:44:41.453Z</updated><title type='text'>J - Alphabet of Praise</title><summary type='text'> All of my ambitionshopesplansI surrender theseinto Your hands... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114709573447311087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114709573447311087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/j-alphabet-of-praise.html' title='J - Alphabet of Praise'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114695082265038326</id><published>2006-05-06T21:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-07T01:01:44.410Z</updated><title type='text'>Shining stories...</title><summary type='text'>Update on May 4/06 post  "Get Caught Reading".In the comment section of that post I wrote about Mitali Perkins, a wonderful Young Adult (YA) author who has garnered many awards for her book Monsoon Summer.As a teacher-librarian, I can attest that "wonderful" YA authors are a rare breed. Often the literature geared to that age group is dark, depressing and explicit. This novel shines like a light </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114695082265038326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114695082265038326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/shining-stories.html' title='Shining stories...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114687979300624706</id><published>2006-05-05T23:43:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-06T01:58:09.056Z</updated><title type='text'>Birds in flight...</title><summary type='text'>The beach was beautiful  today withthe tang of salt in the airand the waves lapping quietlyalong the shoreline.The seagulls were a noisy crew, screeching and flapping, making a lot of commotion. I like to watch them dive down, snatch a clam or mussel and then soar up high to drop  them on the rocks,  breaking the shells open. Then the fight begins!Close to shore, a flock of sandpipers performed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114687979300624706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114687979300624706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/birds-in-flight.html' title='Birds in flight...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114675476084315158</id><published>2006-05-04T14:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-04T15:20:24.966Z</updated><title type='text'>I want to catch you...</title><summary type='text'>reading that is...May is Get Caught Reading Month and as a teacher-librarian I can't ignore that!!I promised you a while back that I would start an "adult" reading list - but I have to admit that I have a hard time to find really good - clean - compelling - fiction for adults. So many times I start a book and I have to put it down because I'm not interested in reading about their bedroom life...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114675476084315158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114675476084315158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-want-to-catch-you.html' title='I want to catch you...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114667242145677597</id><published>2006-05-03T15:55:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-03T18:33:23.906Z</updated><title type='text'>A perfect evening on Prince Edward Island</title><summary type='text'>Clamming with friends...Rinse clamsSoak them overnight in some water and a handful of oatmeal (helps to get rid of the sand)Steam for a few minutes and then eat with melted garlic butter....A perfect ending to a perfect evening...Photo credits - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114667242145677597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114667242145677597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/perfect-evening-on-prince-edward.html' title='A perfect evening on Prince Edward Island'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114661007183342309</id><published>2006-05-02T22:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-02T22:53:33.146Z</updated><title type='text'>Inspiration...</title><summary type='text'>For those of you who are wondering about the sound of the Celtic harp listen to this lovely recording by harpist Dennis DoyleHumbly We Adore TheeBe Thou My VisionWild Mountain ThymeIt's inspiring me to dust off my Irish whistles too! It really is "peaceful, quiet, serene, gentle music that will get you through the day..."Photo Credit - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114661007183342309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114661007183342309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/inspiration.html' title='Inspiration...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114647953027578770</id><published>2006-05-01T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-05-01T18:56:48.673Z</updated><title type='text'>Dreams...</title><summary type='text'>My heart is steadfast, O God, my heart is steadfast; I will sing and make music. Awake, my soul!Awake, harp and lyre!I will awaken the dawn. I will praise you, O Lord, among the nations; I will sing of you among the peoples. Ps. 57:7-9Last Saturday, I was at the Pinch Penny Fair at our local library and a Celtic harpist was playing the most beautiful music. I was enthralled. I sat and just closed</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114647953027578770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114647953027578770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/05/dreams.html' title='Dreams...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114623184174023146</id><published>2006-04-28T13:00:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-28T14:48:40.180Z</updated><title type='text'>A watered garden...</title><summary type='text'>    “The Lord will guide you always; He will satisfy your needs in a sun-scorched land and will strengthen your frame.  You will be like a well-watered garden, like a spring whose waters never fail.” (NIV) Is. 58:11    A Watered Garden,An article by W. B. Anderson, 1919"...I have a precious memory. It is the memory of a garden that I happened upon one tired midsummer’s morning, in the midst of a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114623184174023146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114623184174023146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/watered-garden.html' title='A watered garden...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114609970950914290</id><published>2006-04-27T00:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-27T10:40:46.223Z</updated><title type='text'>How to make twenty-three Grade 3 students burst into applause...</title><summary type='text'>Read this wonderful book...Visit here for quilt activities .</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114609970950914290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114609970950914290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/how-to-make-twenty-three-grade-3.html' title='How to make twenty-three Grade 3 students burst into applause...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114606251681542499</id><published>2006-04-26T13:36:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T23:50:44.470Z</updated><title type='text'>The tang of the sea is in our blood...</title><summary type='text'>L.M. Montgomery says it best..."Prince Edward Island is really a beautiful Province–the most beautiful place in America, I believe. Elsewhere are more lavish landscapes and grander scenery; but for chaste, restful loveliness it is unsurpassed....the rich red of the winding roads, the brilliant emerald of the uplands and meadows, the glowing sapphire  of the encircling sea...   'Compassed by the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114606251681542499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114606251681542499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/tang-of-sea-is-in-our-blood.html' title='The tang of the sea is in our blood...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114601764731918421</id><published>2006-04-26T02:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-26T02:22:47.573Z</updated><title type='text'>I - The Alphabet of Praise</title><summary type='text'>In Christ Alone</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114601764731918421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114601764731918421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-alphabet-of-praise.html' title='I - The Alphabet of Praise'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114596172427858248</id><published>2006-04-25T10:31:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T10:42:04.303Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing...</title><summary type='text'>And then my heart with pleasure fills,   And dances with the daffodils...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114596172427858248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114596172427858248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/dancing.html' title='Dancing...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114589993154782809</id><published>2006-04-24T16:46:00.001Z</published><updated>2006-04-25T00:05:11.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Real relaxing...</title><summary type='text'>For Randi reading....in my favourite chairin bedon the beachin the bathroom - of course:)anywhere...except in the car - I get sick :(playing pianowalking on the beachsummer...or winterPhoto credit - #3 &amp; 4  - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114589993154782809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114589993154782809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/real-relaxing_24.html' title='Real relaxing...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114574401131360808</id><published>2006-04-22T22:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-22T22:14:40.936Z</updated><title type='text'>A northern spring...</title><summary type='text'>Good things come to those who wait...blue skies and  budstiny bloomsand promises of more to come.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114574401131360808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114574401131360808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/northern-spring.html' title='A northern spring...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114567800218681554</id><published>2006-04-22T03:47:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-23T02:58:06.920Z</updated><title type='text'>Knowing...</title><summary type='text'>There is a saying, that the longest journey is from the head to the heart.There are different types of knowing. We can know truths in a cognitive way - the facts of a matter. And then there is a knowing that is deeper - knowledge that integrates thinking and feeling. For example, to believe that the Lord is our Shepherd, therefore we will not fear - and actually NOT be afraid.I am not there yet -</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114567800218681554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114567800218681554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/knowing_22.html' title='Knowing...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114549837583581560</id><published>2006-04-20T00:30:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-23T21:08:12.733Z</updated><title type='text'>More Windy Day Inspiration</title><summary type='text'>The Windby Robert Louis Stevenson Isaw you toss the kites on high.And blow the birds about the sky;And all around I heard you pass,Like ladies' skirts across the grass--O wind, a-blowing all day long,O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw the different things you did,But always you yourself you hid.I felt you push, I heard you call,I could not see yourself at all--O wind, a-blowing all day long</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114549837583581560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114549837583581560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/more-windy-day-inspiration.html' title='More Windy Day Inspiration'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114546979553940818</id><published>2006-04-19T17:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T18:10:27.330Z</updated><title type='text'>Happy Windsday</title><summary type='text'>It's very wild, wet and windy here on PEI.So I thought of a song to sing for you.Ready?Ahem...."Hum dum dum ditty dumHum dum dumOh the wind is lashing lustilyAnd the trees are thrashing thrustilyAnd the leaves are rustling gustily (except there are no leaves yet...)So it's rather safe to sayThat it seems that it may turn out to beIt feels that it will undoubtedlyIt looks like a rather blustery </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114546979553940818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114546979553940818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-windsday.html' title='Happy Windsday'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114541059984526809</id><published>2006-04-19T00:15:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-19T01:50:37.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Ten of Life's Simple Pleasures...</title><summary type='text'>...the smell  of   fresh coffee  in the early morning...1.Reading a really good book.2.A glass of cold water when I'm thirsty.3.Listening to music4.Hearing my children laugh together5.The birds singing in the morning.6.The sound of the waves breaking on the shore.7.Freshly baked bread coming out of the oven.8.The smell of fresh coffee in the early morning9.The sun rising over the trees.10.The sun</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114541059984526809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114541059984526809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/ten-of-lifes-simple-pleasures.html' title='Ten of Life&apos;s Simple Pleasures...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114524671197819559</id><published>2006-04-17T02:10:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-17T04:40:13.380Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring on the Island</title><summary type='text'>      Anne, on her way to Orchard Slope, met Diana, bound for Green Gables, just where the mossy old log bridge spanned the brook below the Haunted Wood, and they sat down by the margin of the Dryad's Bubble, where tiny ferns were unrolling like curly-headed green pixy folk wakening up from a nap."I was just on my way over to invite you to help me celebrate my birthday on Saturday," said Anne."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114524671197819559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114524671197819559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/spring-on-island.html' title='Spring on the Island'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114515501009648634</id><published>2006-04-16T02:05:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-16T02:45:01.530Z</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> He Is RisenJesus Christ is risen today, Alleluia!Our triumphant holy day, Alleluia!Who did once upon the cross, Alleluia!Suffer to redeem our loss. Alleluia!Hymns of praise, then, let us sing, Alleluia!Unto Christ, our heavenly King, Alleluia!Who endured the cross and grave Alleluia!Sinnners to redeem and save. Alleluia!But the pains which He endured, Alleluia!Our salvation have procured. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114515501009648634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114515501009648634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/he-is-risen-jesus-christ-is-risen.html' title=''/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114502198342690938</id><published>2006-04-14T13:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-14T16:21:47.270Z</updated><title type='text'>It was my sin...</title><summary type='text'>How deep the Father's love for us,How vast beyond all measureThat He should give His only SonTo make a wretch His treasureHow great the pain of searing loss,The Father turns His face awayAs wounds which mar the chosen One,Bring many sons to gloryBehold the Man upon a cross,My sin upon His shouldersAshamed I hear my mocing voice,Call out among the scoffersIt was my sin that held Him thereUntil it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114502198342690938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114502198342690938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/it-was-my-sin.html' title='It was my sin...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114498544913203716</id><published>2006-04-14T04:21:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-14T06:44:10.573Z</updated><title type='text'>Playtime</title><summary type='text'> I am playing around with text now. Notice the drop cap? I've been surfing around finding sites that are helping me tweak my site. I enjoy doing this even if it does frustrate me at times.This is a First Big Letter style. I am using CSS inline style ...I am  having   lots of fun learning how to do some text tricks...If you enjoy playing with your blog you can visit Manderin Design There are very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114498544913203716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114498544913203716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/playtime.html' title='Playtime'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114493412383004437</id><published>2006-04-13T12:35:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-13T13:15:24.336Z</updated><title type='text'>nervous</title><summary type='text'>Oh, d-d-dear!Why does blog renovating make me feel like Piglet?Have you ever previewed in Blogger and lost everything??</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114493412383004437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114493412383004437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/nervous.html' title='nervous'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114469362269933874</id><published>2006-04-10T18:16:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:28:35.586Z</updated><title type='text'>wedged</title><summary type='text'>Bother, bother, bother'Oh, help!' said Pooh,          'I'd better go back,' 'Oh bother!' said Pooh, 'I shall have to go on.'          'I can't do either!' said Pooh, 'Oh help and bother!' ...I decided to change my blog today....and I feel like Pooh.I"ll tell you more - but it's sunny outside and I'm heading out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114469362269933874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114469362269933874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/wedged.html' title='wedged'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114449905735266928</id><published>2006-04-08T12:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T18:16:13.383Z</updated><title type='text'>Signs of spring...</title><summary type='text'>It's dull and rainy here.And I've been fighting a migraine headache this week...But...The crocuses are blooming,and the emerald green grass, for which Prince Edward Island is legend, is beginning to show through the dead, yellow grass of winterand our famous - or infamous - red clay roads are drying up...    PEI is  made of red clay. It is everywhere. Most of our roads are paved but  a number of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114449905735266928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114449905735266928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/signs-of-spring.html' title='Signs of spring...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114429945562382599</id><published>2006-04-06T02:58:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-10T16:42:37.783Z</updated><title type='text'>booktalk</title><summary type='text'>There is a lot of  booktalk going around the blogosphere  (Donna, Rebecca, Amanda ,Diane  and M-mv)   so I thought that I would add my 2 cents worth.I've made a list of all the favourite children's books that were mentioned in the comments of my post "Storytime" (and a few more, too good to miss!)What a fun thread and so many bloggers commented! It was a lovely "gift" even if I did ask for it :)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114429945562382599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114429945562382599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/booktalk.html' title='booktalk'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114416449028262037</id><published>2006-04-04T12:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:30:59.443Z</updated><title type='text'>words...</title><summary type='text'>I am thinking of words...I find delight in words - in a well turned phrase - a pithy statement - a descriptive passage.I like to look up the meaning of words in the dictionary.I like to linger over words.I was reading a recipe this morning for whole wheat bread and I read the words "sea salt".Now... salt is an everyday word - a partner for pepper - commonplace - ordinary.But.... put the word "sea</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114416449028262037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114416449028262037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/words.html' title='words...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114394347349434894</id><published>2006-04-02T01:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-02T02:07:15.853Z</updated><title type='text'>The Missing Hour</title><summary type='text'>It's not only socks that have gone missing....Daylight Saving TimeIn Spring when maple buds are red,We turn the Clock an hour ahead;Which means, each April that arrives.We lose an hourOut of our lives.Who cares? When Autumn birds in flocksFly southward, back we turn the Clocks,And so regain a lovely thing -That missing hourWe lost last Spring.Phyllis McGinley</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114394347349434894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114394347349434894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/missing-hour.html' title='The Missing Hour'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114389879481795333</id><published>2006-04-01T12:32:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-01T13:42:50.633Z</updated><title type='text'>Mystery</title><summary type='text'>Happy first day of April !I hope it is as sunny and bright where you are, as it is here in PEI!I'm off today to hear Henry Blackaby speak on revival - a springtime of the heart.But before I go, I'm wondering if you can help me solve a mystery....No it's not a new centerpiece or arrangement for my dining room table....Those are all the single socks in the "sock bag".Where have all the others gone?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114389879481795333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114389879481795333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/04/mystery.html' title='Mystery'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114381047128585319</id><published>2006-03-31T11:52:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-31T15:46:46.813Z</updated><title type='text'>As surely as the sun rises...</title><summary type='text'>"Let us acknowledge the LORD;      let us press on to acknowledge him.As surely as the sun rises,he will appear;he will come to us like the winter rains,like the spring rains that water the earth."Hos. 6:3I have lived for 49 years....and there has been a sunriseevery morning of my life.Winter rains and snow arrive without failand soft April showerswater the earthbringingdaffodils, tulips and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114381047128585319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114381047128585319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/as-surely-as-sun-rises.html' title='As surely as the sun rises...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114376080251453255</id><published>2006-03-30T23:04:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:20:02.586Z</updated><title type='text'>Spring is...</title><summary type='text'>Spring is when                   the morning sputters likebacon and       your                       sneakers                      run                                 down                                        the                                                    stairs                                               so fast you can hardly keep up with themand spring  is when           your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114376080251453255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114376080251453255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-is.html' title='Spring is...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114358731513181387</id><published>2006-03-28T21:11:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-28T23:47:11.970Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - H</title><summary type='text'>HopeGreat God of Hope, how green Thy trees,How calm each several star.Renew us; make us fresh as these,Calm as those are.For what can dim his hope who sees,Though faintly and afar,The power that kindles green in trees,And light in star?Amy Carmichael Amy Carmichael  is one of my favourite writers. This little poem, from the book  Toward Jerusalem,  seems especially meaningful as winter loses its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114358731513181387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114358731513181387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/alphabet-of-praise-h.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - H'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114347044625441238</id><published>2006-03-27T14:13:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:40:54.566Z</updated><title type='text'>Let's Get Real Monday</title><summary type='text'>Grade 11, 1974.Randi  is totally to blame!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114347044625441238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114347044625441238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/lets-get-real-monday.html' title='Let&apos;s Get Real Monday'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114330226071048153</id><published>2006-03-25T15:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:28:28.646Z</updated><title type='text'>"Spring" Break in Prince Edward Island</title><summary type='text'>What do we do during "spring" break in PEI?We go to the beachWe look for bunnies....isn't that a nice one?I don't envy the snowbirds who head south  one little bit.I was  kayaking among the ice floes again - what an adventure!!I even got a little burn on my cheeks from the sun's reflection off the water.And do you want to know what totally made our day?A curious little harp seal came out to play!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114330226071048153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114330226071048153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/spring-break-in-prince-edward-island.html' title='&quot;Spring&quot; Break in Prince Edward Island'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114312784108973834</id><published>2006-03-23T14:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-25T00:04:00.016Z</updated><title type='text'>Dancing...</title><summary type='text'>My mother taught ballroom dancing at our local community school. I loved to watch her get dressed up in her elegant silk dress, pearl earrings and necklace. I can still see her standing before the oval mirror in the hallway, her eyes so bright - so full of life. My father looked handsome too, dressed up in his dark suit. I loved to watch him admire my mother. You could see the lovelight in his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114312784108973834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114312784108973834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/dancing.html' title='Dancing...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114299203352961990</id><published>2006-03-22T01:20:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:05:40.346Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - G</title><summary type='text'>SummerWinterSpringtimeHarvestBecause of the Lord's great love we are not consumed, for his compassions never fail. They are new every morning; great is your faithfulness.Lamentations 3:22-23Photo Credits - Rinda Dean</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114299203352961990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114299203352961990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/alphabet-of-praise-g.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - G'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114286400942145443</id><published>2006-03-20T12:37:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-23T00:07:41.256Z</updated><title type='text'>Storytime....</title><summary type='text'>OK - cuddle up...I am going to tell you a story about my love of books and how that led me into trouble...But before you begin to read, be warned!This is definitely a "give and take". I'm giving you a story and if you read it, I'm going to ask you for something. My birthday is coming up on March 31, so consider it my birthday gift...OK?Deal?Read on...My favourite gift has always been books - my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114286400942145443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114286400942145443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/storytime.html' title='Storytime....'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114277592487633244</id><published>2006-03-19T13:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T23:21:59.823Z</updated><title type='text'>Sunday</title><summary type='text'>   George          Herbert was born in 1593. His mother          was a friend of the poet John Donne. George attended Trinity College,          Cambridge, and became the Public Orator of the University. This brought him to the attention of King James I,          who granted him an annual allowance, and seemed likely to make him an          ambassador.However, in 1625 the king died, and George </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114277592487633244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114277592487633244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday.html' title='Sunday'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114270230077005275</id><published>2006-03-18T17:01:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-19T19:31:55.870Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - F</title><summary type='text'>He makes the heart  sing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114270230077005275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114270230077005275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/alphabet-of-praise-f.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - F'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114265183946309120</id><published>2006-03-18T02:59:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-18T03:23:34.903Z</updated><title type='text'>A prayer for Ireland</title><summary type='text'>Last spring our church was honoured to host two wonderful Irish lads - Robin Mark and his pastor Paul Reid. We had a marvelous conference and are repeating the experience again this June. if you haven't heard this CD, I highly recommend it!The song below, also written by Robin Mark,  is featured on another CD  by the same title. In honour of St. Patrick's Day,  let's pray this prayer for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114265183946309120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114265183946309120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/prayer-for-ireland.html' title='A prayer for Ireland'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114250872330526148</id><published>2006-03-16T10:34:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-16T12:10:01.496Z</updated><title type='text'>renovations</title><summary type='text'>Main Entry: ren·o·vatePronunciation: 're-n&amp;-"vAtFunction: transitive verbInflected Form(s): -vat·ed; -vat·ingEtymology: Latin renovatus, past participle of renovare, from re- + novare to make new, from novus new --1 : to restore to a former better state (as by cleaning, repairing, or rebuilding)2 : to restore to life, vigor, or activityI am in the midst of renovations - definition #1 according to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114250872330526148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114250872330526148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/renovations.html' title='renovations'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114220821351563831</id><published>2006-03-12T23:56:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-13T00:04:17.060Z</updated><title type='text'>Alphabet of Praise - E</title><summary type='text'>Everything...(Photo credit - Rinda Dean)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114220821351563831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114220821351563831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/alphabet-of-praise-e.html' title='Alphabet of Praise - E'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20231755.post-114203759357018346</id><published>2006-03-10T21:50:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-11T02:13:08.636Z</updated><title type='text'>Indulge me...</title><summary type='text'>I don't know - it might be that it's Friday after a long week  - a bit of a hard week - with migraines and backaches and more than you want to know...Or it might have been the picture of the Tiny Size chicklets over at Donna's.and  her mention of that striped gum we used to chew so long ago...Something sparked this nostalgic voyage  to virtual candy shops - finding the favourites of my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114203759357018346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/20231755/posts/default/114203759357018346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparrowhome.blogspot.com/2006/03/indulge-me.html' title='Indulge me...'/><author><name>Islandsparrow</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_ScFMh9D6ioA/SwWyoHIWIJI/AAAAAAAAABc/aSoDyIloupU/S220/Kathie_profile.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
