<?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-6676289954566460058</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:46:52.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well Watered Garden</title><subtitle type='html'>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.  Isaiah 58:11</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>87</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7108000144043674623</id><published>2011-09-16T15:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T15:07:56.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>The blessings have been a bit overwhelming recently!  I thought I’d just make a list here…may you have a day of focusing on blessings.&lt;br /&gt;1. Last Saturday:  My alarm goes off.  I clean my home.  Friends come. We read from God’s Word together.  We dig into John together.  We talk about our struggles and fears.  We are real, with our hands joined as we help one another on this journey of following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;2. Saturday:  I spend a quiet day in my little bungalow.  I read, think, organize, etc.  At 5:30PM different friends come to play games.  We eat.  We play delightful games.  We laugh.  At 8:30PM the conversation turns.  Now, issues are discussed.  Questions are asked.  Answers are analyzed.  It lasts late into the evening.  &lt;br /&gt;3. Sunday:  I teach Sunday school.  The children are precious.  They’ve grown so much!  It is a delight to teach them.  I go to lunch in the cafeteria.  The chicken is much better than my normal frozen pizza.  Conversations again.  Deep conversations.  Questions are asked and hearts are opened.&lt;br /&gt;4. Monday:  Family dinner again.  Everyone brings something.  We gather.  We eat.  We discuss worldviews.  We talk about following Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;5. Tuesday:  A wonderful student teacher is in my classroom this year.  Fresh ideas are shared.  I am challenged.&lt;br /&gt;6. Wednesday:  Testimonies are given during the evening service.  There is a one sentence limit.  God is good!  &lt;br /&gt;7. Thursday:  Starbucks with good people.  Fun activities are planned.  Reminiscing occurs about the past.  Short drinks are wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;8. Friday:  A chance to look at Face Book.  A wonderful video.  My heart is encouraged!  I am blessed.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="560" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/igCj3jsbcqs" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7108000144043674623?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7108000144043674623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7108000144043674623' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7108000144043674623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7108000144043674623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/igCj3jsbcqs/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-288459899738276922</id><published>2011-09-05T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-09-05T11:05:14.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A New School Year</title><content type='html'>Another school year has begun.  I’m continually more and more amazed by how quickly time passes.  I am overwhelmed with thankfulness to have a job that I absolutely enjoy taking part in each day.  It isn’t a chore to get up to see eleven shining faces, eager to learn!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This summer was full of business, but it was absolutely wonderful.  I had the awesome privilege of enjoying the company of two of my most favorite people in the entire world.  Lucas, Rachel, and I worked together on moving, VBSing, shrub trimming, etc.  God has blessed me with two of the best siblings a girl could ask for!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, as always, thoughts continue to churn inside my mind.  I’ve been overwhelmed of the brevity of life!  The cultural messages of what is important are overwhelming, but if I can keep this thought at the forefront, it helps me to weed through these faulty, fleeting views.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are here to get ready for eternity.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s just a brief time that I must lose my life to find it…..  It is only for a moment that I must bear these burdens….  It is only for a breath that I must work through the layers that make me who I am…  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THEN…..&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am found faithful….if I have done well…. I will spend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ETERNITY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with the one who loves me, who knows what’s best for me, who died for me!  Oh…..(she says with a bit of a squeal) ….I can’t wait!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Heartache forces us to embrace God out of desparate, urgent need. God is never closer than when your heart is aching." &lt;br /&gt;— Joni Eareckson Tada&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-288459899738276922?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/288459899738276922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=288459899738276922' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/288459899738276922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/288459899738276922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-school-year.html' title='A New School Year'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1579899013087424008</id><published>2011-04-12T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T17:55:39.922-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It made my day...</title><content type='html'>It was passed to me secretly before class.  I was at my desk answering before school questions and listening to the before school stories.  A shy face smiled, dropped the note with a quick, "Please don't read it outloud."  I opened the white evelope to find three notebook pages with fourth grade, double spaced writing.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Dear Ms. Ryder, &lt;br /&gt;did anybody ever tell you that you are the Best teacher ever!  Thank you for working with me throwout this year you corrected me when I kneeded it.  If something happy happened you laughed with me if I did Something wrong you handled it Thank you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your Student&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  You show me at Bible time about Jesus life and how to be content with all I have and to be loving of my neighbor I thank you helped me change my bad reputation this year and at tough times you pray for me and my family and the other kids You care about each and every one of us and you love us!  Just to let you know we all love you to all 19 of us this year we learned a lot in the areas of Math, Science, Language and History :) Miss Ryder your the Best also I have never given anything like this to another teacher that's how special you are to me as this year comes to an end I want to say thank you and may God Bless you for ever and ever amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1579899013087424008?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1579899013087424008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1579899013087424008' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1579899013087424008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1579899013087424008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2011/04/it-made-my-day.html' title='It made my day...'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6680955404646413116</id><published>2011-03-06T20:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T20:10:53.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shhh......we're sleeping......</title><content type='html'>Good evening, dear reader.  It's nice and quiet here in my little cottage. It's been a busy Sunday and I should be snoozing under my comforter meandering through dreamland.  But, I'm here, in my floral chair, instead...I'm thinking...about a lot...but especially about the sermon from church tonight.&lt;br /&gt;So, Jonah...a character whom I have not spent tons of time analyzing.  Yes, I've known the story for years, but I've been caught up in the adventure of the whale and the storm.  Tonight Pastor Loper focused on Jonah being asleep in the boat.  He had become comfortable enough with his decision to turn away from God that he was calmly resting while a storm was brewing.  &lt;br /&gt;Oh, Jesus, help me not be to a complacent Christian.  Search my heart and know me!  I don't want to be deceiving myself.&lt;br /&gt;Here is a song that I found tonight as well.  It seems to fit my thoughts this evening.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"While You Were Sleeping"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little town of Bethlehem&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;Above your deep and dreamless sleep&lt;br /&gt;A giant star lights up the sky&lt;br /&gt;And while you're lying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;There shines an everlasting light&lt;br /&gt;For the King has left His throne&lt;br /&gt;And is sleeping in a manger tonight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bethlehem, what you have missed while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;For God became a man&lt;br /&gt;And stepped into your world today&lt;br /&gt;Oh Bethlehem, you will go down in history&lt;br /&gt;As a city with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh little town of Jerusalem&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;The Father gave His only Son&lt;br /&gt;The Way, the Truth, the Life had come&lt;br /&gt;But there was no room for Him in the world He came to save&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem, what you have missed while you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;The Savior of the world is dying on your cross today&lt;br /&gt;Jerusalem, you will go down in history&lt;br /&gt;As a city with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;While you were sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;br /&gt;As we're sung to sleep by philosophies&lt;br /&gt;That save the trees and kill the children&lt;br /&gt;And while we're lying in the dark&lt;br /&gt;There's a shout heard 'cross the eastern sky&lt;br /&gt;For the Bridegroom has returned&lt;br /&gt;And has carried His bride away in the night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;America, what will we miss while we are sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Will Jesus come again&lt;br /&gt;And leave us slumbering where we lay&lt;br /&gt;America, will we go down in history&lt;br /&gt;As a nation with no room for its King&lt;br /&gt;Will we be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;Will we be sleeping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;United States of America&lt;br /&gt;Looks like another silent night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6680955404646413116?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6680955404646413116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6680955404646413116' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6680955404646413116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6680955404646413116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2011/03/shhhwere-sleeping.html' title='Shhh......we&apos;re sleeping......'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2662523336620587619</id><published>2011-01-09T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T19:09:01.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>He's Always Been Faithful to Me</title><content type='html'>I'm a little late in getting a New Year's post completed.  It has been a week since I arrived back in the fair state of Florida.  The sky is blue here.  There are many happy things, sad things, confusing things, and down-right stressful things.  These of course are all just a part of all of our lives.  In fact, it's just life.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I awoke to a rather yucky situation.  I was in desperate need of a gentleman in my life to help, and yet, my Jesus gave me the strength to conquer the issue.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This, in the grand scheme of things, was a rather small issue, yet He gave the needed strength at the time it was needed.  He has my complete and utter trust today.  So whatever may come in the year 2011, I surrender and trust Him!  I know He won't fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been enjoying Sara Groves.  Here are the lyrics to her song, He's Always Been Faithful to Me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning I wake up to find&lt;br /&gt;the power and comfort of God's hand in mine.&lt;br /&gt;Season by season I watch him amazed, in&lt;br /&gt;awe of the mystery of his perfect ways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS: &lt;br /&gt;All I have need of his hand will provide.&lt;br /&gt;He's always been faithful to me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember a trial or a pain he did&lt;br /&gt;not recycle to bring me gain. I can't&lt;br /&gt;remember one single regret in serving&lt;br /&gt;God only and trusting his hand &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my anthem, this is my song, the&lt;br /&gt;theme of the stories I've heard for so long.&lt;br /&gt;God has been faithful, he will be again.&lt;br /&gt;His loving compassion, it knows no end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2662523336620587619?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2662523336620587619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2662523336620587619' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2662523336620587619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2662523336620587619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2011/01/hes-always-been-faithful-to-me.html' title='He&apos;s Always Been Faithful to Me'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7904913333035703447</id><published>2010-11-15T19:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T20:04:04.622-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hopeless</title><content type='html'>Each Sunday morning I jump in my car and drive the short distance to a little church.  It's a church for the broken, beaten, and needy.  There are open arms here for those who are hurting.  As a result, my little classroom of Sunday school kiddos is filled with hurting, broken hearts in need of Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;One little guy is a tough one.  His eight year old body enters the room with an attitude twice his age.  He slouches in, kicks a chair, grunts a derogatory remark, crosses his arms, and glares.  He needs Jesus.  Everything within my body is frustrated with his stance.  I want to tell him just exactly what I think.  I want to speak in my big old teacher voice and let him know he has to show me respect.  Please understand, he does have much correction from me, but should my first response is that of "Listen here, Buddy!"? &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Then I remember. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mommy is in prison.  Daddy overdosed on drugs.  He's living with Grandma.  He's mad.  It's not fair.  So, I pray.  I ask Jesus to give me an extra dose of his love and compassion today.  I teach the story of Jesus healing the ten lepers.  I ask questions.  This little one knows the answer to every one.  His tough guy attitude isn’t working any more.  Jesus, please heal Jamie’s heart!  Lord, may he see your love in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Monday comes.  The alarm goes off.  It’s another day with my boys and girls in the classroom.  Nineteen precious souls.  Lord, help me to have patience and love for them today.  We talk about reputation, motives, and self-control.  Hearts are open.  Spirits are receptive.  Thank you Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;No, all is not hopeless. &lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 5:1-5   &lt;br /&gt;Therefore, having been justified by faith, we have peace with God through our Lord Jesus Christ, through whom also we have obtained our introduction by faith into this grace in which we stand; and we exult in hope of the glory of God. And not only this, but we also exult in our tribulations, knowing that tribulation brings about perseverance; and perseverance, proven character; and proven character, hope; and hope does not disappoint, because the love of God has been poured out within our hearts through the Holy Spirit who was given to us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7904913333035703447?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7904913333035703447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7904913333035703447' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7904913333035703447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7904913333035703447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/11/hopeless.html' title='Hopeless'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-204217245042965514</id><published>2010-07-08T19:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-08T20:27:29.861-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Moments</title><content type='html'>There I was surrounded by aged cobwebs, spiders, dead bugs and the smell of a musty old home.  My attitude could have been sour.  I was alone on a deserted campground, cleaning.  But if you know me, I was on vacation.  Time away, worshipful music in my ear, nothing is more refreshing.  I had time to think.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left the door of the little house open as I cleaned, hoping to catch and evening breeze.  It began to rain.  Not a July downpour, but a soft gentle, caressing sort of shower.  As I watched the raindrops glide down and listened to the soft pitter patter on the roof, my mind wandered over the past year of my life.  I was reminded once again of God’s faithfulness.  There have been times of beating rains and splitting lighting.  These crisis moments bring me continually to His feet, but gentle rain.  Faithfully day in and day out He is working on each of us, transforming us into His image.  Just as this type of rain seeps deep into the soil, He patiently helps concepts to “sink down” into our ears.  I am forever grateful.  So bring on the gentle rain, storms, or lightening. Whatever, Lord.  I trust that you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was working tonight, I listened to some music that I haven’t had the opportunity to listen to for some time.  The following songs are from Mark Harris.  God had done so much for me.  I can’t wait to be at home with Him.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I Will See Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the river of my days&lt;br /&gt;Finally finds the sea&lt;br /&gt;And the tide of my brief time&lt;br /&gt;Surrenders to eternity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And another shallow stream &lt;br /&gt;Is swallowed by the deep&lt;br /&gt;As at last the journey ends&lt;br /&gt;There is one sweet certainty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;I will see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve lived for&lt;br /&gt;All I’ve loved for&lt;br /&gt;Finally where I belong&lt;br /&gt;I will see Jesus&lt;br /&gt;When I get home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the many mysteries&lt;br /&gt;Hidden from these eyes&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly will be revealed &lt;br /&gt;Standing under heaven’s skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There no shadows will remain&lt;br /&gt;From this long dark night&lt;br /&gt;Finally I will be free&lt;br /&gt;Standing there in perfect light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My trials all behind me&lt;br /&gt;My heart will break no more&lt;br /&gt;My wanderings will be over&lt;br /&gt;I will rest upon that shore &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Half&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look back on a thousand roads I wandered down&lt;br /&gt;And just as many dreams I chased but never found &lt;br /&gt;From where I stand I see the way You’ve held my heart&lt;br /&gt;The times You closed a door or left a light on in the dark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for every broken path&lt;br /&gt;For every storm held back&lt;br /&gt;I shake my head in wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t know the half&lt;br /&gt;Of what You have for me&lt;br /&gt;What You’re holding back&lt;br /&gt;That You don’t let me see&lt;br /&gt;You give me everything I need&lt;br /&gt;And more than I can ask&lt;br /&gt;I can’t help but be amazed&lt;br /&gt;And I don’t even know the half&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God who whispered life into an empty space&lt;br /&gt;He’s prepared for us an even better place&lt;br /&gt;I hear about the mansions and the golden streets&lt;br /&gt;But I still can’t imagine all that heaven holds for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause even when I dream&lt;br /&gt;It’s still beyond my grasp&lt;br /&gt;To try and comprehend it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cover me with wings of grace&lt;br /&gt;Hold me in your sweet embrace&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to who you are&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s just a taste&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-204217245042965514?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/204217245042965514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=204217245042965514' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/204217245042965514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/204217245042965514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/07/quiet-moments.html' title='Quiet Moments'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2999867025717779274</id><published>2010-04-24T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-24T18:40:00.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Agape Love</title><content type='html'>I’ve seen them before.  His skin is bronze and wrinkled.  Long white sleeves are pushed to the elbows.  A bucket swings beside him.  Sand darkens around each footprint left behind.  He is closest to the mighty waves.  Today, beside him socks are pulled to the knees.  Hands offer to help assist with fishing paraphernalia.  The likeness of the faces is apparent, his son.  Beside the son walks a young lady.  Soft features grace her face as she offers words of encouragement and support.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, as you know, I have viewed part of this previously.  Same man, the one lugging the bucket.  Same footprints, yet different companions.  This other young man claimed the same physical features, yet different.  His skin was marked by tattoos, face hardened from I know not what.  Yet animated speech had emitted from him as he went on about his life.  Beside him had trudged a young woman who was the proud owner of a protective wall that could be sensed a mile away.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two different pictures with the same man.  I don’t know their life story, but as I sat watching the waves wash away the current footprints, I thought about my Papa.  My Heavenly Father who loves us where we are and requires us to move forward.  Yet, he delights in variety.  I’m grateful for His agape love!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2999867025717779274?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2999867025717779274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2999867025717779274' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2999867025717779274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2999867025717779274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/04/agape-love.html' title='Agape Love'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5151234591983991190</id><published>2010-03-25T18:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T18:45:02.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Brokenness You Shine</title><content type='html'>When life becomes a shattered dream&lt;br /&gt;That's slipping through my trembling hands&lt;br /&gt;I need to know that You are near&lt;br /&gt;To know You see each falling tear&lt;br /&gt;When there is no one else who understands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I can't find the words to speak&lt;br /&gt;You hear the pain in each heart beat&lt;br /&gt;Before I even call to You&lt;br /&gt;In my deepest hour of need&lt;br /&gt;That's when You come and pour Your mercy on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty shines&lt;br /&gt;Your love surrounds&lt;br /&gt;Where cries of brokenness are found bring hope alive&lt;br /&gt;Help me believe&lt;br /&gt;And trust You one more time&lt;br /&gt;In brokenness You shine&lt;br /&gt;In brokenness You shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let comfort be a living thing&lt;br /&gt;A river flowing from my grief&lt;br /&gt;Where thirsty souls can drink their fill&lt;br /&gt;And find in You their heart's release&lt;br /&gt;And through my sorrow show Your freedom and hope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How could I know when others said&lt;br /&gt;A word or two then walked away&lt;br /&gt;That you, the Man of Sorrows&lt;br /&gt;Would come near to stay&lt;br /&gt;You'll always stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty one more time&lt;br /&gt;In brokenness You shine&lt;br /&gt;In brokenness You shine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Words by Steve Green and Doug McKelvey&lt;br /&gt;Music by Bernie Herms&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5151234591983991190?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5151234591983991190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5151234591983991190' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5151234591983991190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5151234591983991190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/03/in-brokenness-you-shine.html' title='In Brokenness You Shine'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3843312981907118939</id><published>2010-03-09T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T18:07:17.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One day at a time.....a beautiful walk</title><content type='html'>This hymn speaks it better than I can...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Day by day, and with each passing moment,&lt;br /&gt;Strength I find to meet my trials here;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,&lt;br /&gt;I've no cause for worry or for fear.&lt;br /&gt;He, whose heart is kind beyond all measure,&lt;br /&gt;Gives unto each day what He deems best,&lt;br /&gt;Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,&lt;br /&gt;Mingling toil with peace and rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day the Lord Himself is near me,&lt;br /&gt;With a special mercy for each hour;&lt;br /&gt;All my cares He fain would bear and cheer me,&lt;br /&gt;He whose name is Counsellor and Pow'r.&lt;br /&gt;The protection of His child and treasure&lt;br /&gt;Is a charge that on Himself He laid;&lt;br /&gt;"As thy days, thy strength shall be in measure,"&lt;br /&gt;This the pledge to me He made. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me then, in every tribulation,&lt;br /&gt;So to trust Thy promises, O Lord,&lt;br /&gt;That I lose not faith's sweet consolation,&lt;br /&gt;Offered me within Thy holy Word.&lt;br /&gt;Help me, Lord, when toil and trouble meeting,&lt;br /&gt;E'er to take, as from a father's hand,&lt;br /&gt;One by one, the days, the moments fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;Till with Christ the Lord I stand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3843312981907118939?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3843312981907118939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3843312981907118939' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3843312981907118939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3843312981907118939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/03/one-day-at-timea-beautiful-walk.html' title='One day at a time.....a beautiful walk'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6231938285441051370</id><published>2010-02-20T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T19:32:56.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I wrote this blog some time ago....I'm just getting around to posting it.  I hope your day has been a wonderful, relaxing day of drawing closer to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was beautiful today.  The Floridian sun nearly sparkled as a left my little abode.  Sunday school was delightful, church was even better.  It has been a good day with God.  This past week was a little more challenging.  Good, but challenging.  I’m teaching the college class on Monday nights for 3 hours.  Then this past Tuesday night I was asked to speak at a Women of Worth Tea.  Wednesday evening was our annual church meeting; Thursday was the final day of preparation for report cards to go home on Friday.  Added to all of this, was the delightful experience of Spirit Week!  Yes, I wore my giant top hat with the large purple flower.  I now am the proud owner of a pink and gray tie.  I have paraded down Gomez Avenue repeatedly wearing red and white striped knee socks.  Whew!  It was a crazy week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you, dear, faithful, reader might enjoy ‘hearing’ my little devotional.  My dear friend Julia helped me to brainstorm.  Thank you, friend!  Our theme was ‘Out Your Spout.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of a long, gravel road in central Illinois you will find a small little home.  During the winter, smoke curls from the chimney.  This is the home of my grandparents.  I remember, as a little girl, visiting grandma and grandpa.  They would welcome us into the home and I would see the teapot sitting in its permanent place on the back of the stove.  The water would be turned on and before long, we would hear the loud whistle, calling us to the table.  Grandpa would have his cup of coffee and Grandma sometimes tea.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christian women what comes out of our mouths is vastly important.  We are a picture of Jesus to a lost and dying world, but also to our sister, right here at the table with us, and that sister who couldn’t make it tonight.&lt;br /&gt;I couldn’t help but think of the little song, ‘I’m a Little Teapot.’  As an elementary teacher, I can’t stay too serious for too long.  ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s begin with the first phrase of the song…I’m a little teapot short and stout.  We’ll skip over the short and stout part, instead let’s look at I’m a little teapot and ask ourselves the question…who am I?  Well first of all we must begin with the fact that you are valuable to God.  Our pastor has been talking about our value before God.  (Psalm 139:1-18)  After realizing our value before Him we must then begin the process of knowing ourselves.  It is so easy to deceive ourselves.  My prayer is like that of Psalm 139:24.  ‘Search me, O God, and know my heart:  try me, and know my thoughts.’ Once we have a clear picture of ourselves, things are not always pretty, but thankfully God doesn’t leave us without help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to our little song…Here is my handle, here is my spout.  God has given us tools to overcome.  We have His word.  This gives a clear picture of ourselves and a clear picture of God.  Through reading His word we can overcome.  He has also given us dear friends.  We, as women, have the ability to develop close bonds with our sisters.  We can sharpen each other and questions each other.  This will draw us closer to Him.  He has also given us the ability to prepare ahead of time.  We don’t know what pressures with come in life, but we can go through things in our minds and prepare ourselves mentally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get all steamed up…Pressures and trials are going to come.  What is on the inside will come out.  Friends may betray us, there could be a loss of job, a loss of a loved one, etc.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hear me shout…What is going to come out of our lives?  Will be respond by tearing down our brothers or sisters?  Will respond in jealousy, bitterness, anger, hatred? OR Will we respond out of love for our Lord and trust in Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip me over and pour me out…Our goal must be to empty ourselves completely and ask Him to fill our vessel with Himself.  We can then be a precious aroma to Him and pour out for those around us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6231938285441051370?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6231938285441051370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6231938285441051370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6231938285441051370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6231938285441051370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-wrote-this-blog-some-time-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1300065288321214774</id><published>2010-01-16T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T12:12:57.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas and such...</title><content type='html'>Blogging is something that I haven’t taken time to update lately.  Sorry readers, I think I need to develop a schedule to update here.  Well, since November, many things have occurred.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christmas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a wonderful time at home.  My family is very traditional and this Christmas was the same, a time of reading The Best Christmas Pageant Ever, yummy/sticky cinnamon rolls on Christmas morning, the ‘game’ at the Ryder Christmas, the Christmas story and donut making at the Mills Christmas, ect.  I like tradition.  It is comfortable.  It has a nostalgic quality of bringing back the past.  Peacefulness exudes from tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so enjoyable to spend time with friends.  I was affirmed, challenged, and reprimanded through our conversations.  I miss you all.  Thank you for pushing me to grow in my relationship with Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My immediate family is wonderful.  I’m grateful for a wonderful time spent with them.  Those times when we laugh so hard that we can barely breathe, when we cry together, when we wrestle with the future, the past, and revel in the present are precious and formative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to School&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I’m back in sunny Florida again.  It seems like life took a tiny breath and we’ve started again.  My class is still wonderful.  We’re growing and growing.  We’ve been discussing temptation and desire recently.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m also teaching my first college class this semester.  Although we’ve only had one class, I’m enjoying it.  I’m excited about this opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thinking&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m continually amazed at God’s patience with me.  I’m amazed that He continues to work on me, pulling away Joana and making me into what He desires.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t it interesting that you learn so much when you are teaching others?  This has been revealed to me in a new way recently.  Oh, I’m learning about history, science, and the other academic subjects in our room, but I’m also learning lessons that were presented to me through dear friends, as I share with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is it that we allow so much into our lives without questioning where it is coming from?  Is there a philosophy being presented in what I’m watching, listening to, or reading that is not Biblical?  I’m realizing more and more the importance of questioning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for know I’ll go….lesson plans are calling my name….&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1300065288321214774?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1300065288321214774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1300065288321214774' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1300065288321214774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1300065288321214774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2010/01/christmas-and-such.html' title='Christmas and such...'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2776644719055107431</id><published>2009-11-10T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T18:14:51.141-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Story from Miss Ryder's Life</title><content type='html'>Stories impact our lives.  As many of you know, I love reading.  There is something almost magical that happens with the written word and a change within us.  Maybe it has something to do with the effort put into the task of decoding the text.  I'm not sure, but I can say that stories impact lives.  I read stories aloud to the boys and girls in my fourth grade classroom.  We laugh with the characters, we wrestle with their problems, and we predict what may come next in their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, in an effort to connect and teach life lessons, I've started saying, "And now a random story from Miss Ryder's life."  So, I thought you out there, yes you with your nose squished against the computer screen.  I thought that you might enjoy some random stories from my life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was at the beach minding my own business, preparing to carve a pumpkin with two dear friends.  (Yes, I can see you pulling your eyebrows together saying, "Carving a pumpkin, on the beach?"  Well, don't judge what you haven't tried.  It was delightful!) All of a sudden I heard a rather loud voice saying, "Oh, it's you!"  Well, since I'm new to this location, I thought the poor soul was looking for another 'you,' so I averted my eyes.  The call came again, "It's you from Winn Dixie."  Well, at this point I thought what would it hurt to look?  There she was, donning her Hawaiian wrap with arms outstretched.  They enveloped me in a hug.  She poured her fears of leaving her job at Winn Dixie to take care of her aged mother.  There I stood, pumpkin in hand, sand oozing between my toes, thinking about the affect we can have on the lives of others without realizing it.  I had been through her line many times at Winn Dixie.  I can’t tell you what we talked about in line, but I was able to tell her as the sun set began that I would be praying for her.  We went on and found the perfect pumpkin carving spot, all the while remembering people are watching our lives.  Are we reflecting the love of Jesus to a lost and hungry world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. A couple of weeks ago I attended a wonderful teacher’s convention called FACCS!  October is always the month in teaching when things get tough.  The honeymoon stage has ended.  True colors are flaring and let’s just say, this teacher needed a little educational revival.  Boy, did I find one.  I was so encouraged by the people that I met.  During one of the sessions I got to hear my hero in the field of education, Guy Dowd.  It was wonderful.  I mourned my leaving of public education.  My heart ached for the students, teachers, and staff in public education.  I’m thankful for teacher’s who love and care for students.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I went to the mailroom.  I opened the mailbox.  I called into the mailbox.  Hello……hello…….hello…..My voice bounced off of the four walls, it jumped around the mail room and smacked me in the face.  The guys standing next to me raised an eyebrow.  We discussed the sadness of not receiving mail.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I went to the mailroom.  I opened the mailbox.  I GOT A CARD!!!!!!  I opened it!  I laughed…..and coughed a lot……I laughed some more.  I played the card over and over!  I’m thankful that I have funny friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I was sad…It was a lonely weekend….I was stupidly wallowing in self-pity.  ( I sat myself down and Jesus is helping me to not fall in this trap again!)  I went to Wal-Mart.  The CD aisle was calling for perusal.  The John Waller CD sparked my interest.  I purchased the CD.  There is a wonderful song entitled “God Reigns Here.”  He lists a variety of emotions and says, “I command you to leave in Jesus name….you’re not welcome here…so just go!”  I’m so thankful that emotions don’t have to control us!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess, like Paul Harvey there may be a rest of the story later…but here are Random stories from Miss Ryder on November 10!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2776644719055107431?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2776644719055107431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2776644719055107431' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2776644719055107431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2776644719055107431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-story-from-miss-ryders-life.html' title='Random Story from Miss Ryder&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5774273895619258140</id><published>2009-11-09T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T19:03:49.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goings-On</title><content type='html'>Oh, yes the weather is beautiful, but I find myself allowing one sunny day to flow into the next without truly grasping the passing of time.  As I wrote the date this morning, one of my youngsters proclaimed, “It’s almost Christmas!”  And, yes, while palm trees sway…it is almost here!   So, time moves on while I remain here in this beautiful place.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My students are growing.  I wish you could come and spend some time with these wonderful developing boys and girls.  They’ve been teaching me.  Yes, I’ve learned about trust as I’ve watched one struggle with an issue I can only imagine!  I’ve seen myself mirrored in their beautiful blues, browns and greens.  My past struggles are there and I pray with them.  I laugh with them.  We sometimes cry together.  And sometimes we are just plain silly.  Oh, I love them so.  Beautiful, that’s what they are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the day it’s nice to escape to my quaint, little home.  Yes, it feels like home now.  Already these walls could tell stories of happy days and those not so happy, of beautiful times of commune with Jesus and times of struggle.  There are memories here.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m developing friendships with some dear ladies and gentlemen here.  I watched a dear lady lead someone to Jesus the other day.  What a precious soul!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a longing for the familiar.  I can’t wait to lay eyes on friends and family from home.  To sit and chat with others where walls come down and we are ‘real.’  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the mean time, I jump on my Anne of Green Gables bike and I go to the ocean.  I sit in that special spot where the sand almost works as a little stool.  I revel in the beauty and splendor of our Creator!  I sit and relax as I’m reminded of His faithfulness, His mercy, His love…ahhh!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5774273895619258140?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5774273895619258140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5774273895619258140' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5774273895619258140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5774273895619258140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/11/goings-on.html' title='Goings-On'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2381944286487708396</id><published>2009-10-05T17:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T17:53:01.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not alone! :)</title><content type='html'>Along life's road There will be sunshine and rain&lt;br /&gt;Roses and thorns, laughter and pain&lt;br /&gt;And 'cross the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;miles &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will face mountains so steep&lt;br /&gt;Deserts so long and valleys so deep&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the Journey's gentle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to remember&lt;br /&gt;I want you to know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;As long as you have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be right beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;You may feel you're far from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is where He is&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be there down every road&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The path will wind&lt;br /&gt;And you will find wonders and fears&lt;br /&gt;Labors of love and a few falling tears&lt;br /&gt;Across the years&lt;br /&gt;There will be some twists and turns&lt;br /&gt;Mistakes to make and lessons to learn&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the journey's gentle&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes the cold winds blow&lt;br /&gt;But I want you to remember where ever you may go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;As long as you have faith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will be right beside you all the way&lt;br /&gt;You may feel you're far from &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;home &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;But &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;home&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is where He is&lt;br /&gt;And he'll be there down every road&lt;br /&gt;You will never walk alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Jesus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; knows your joy, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; knows your need &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; will go the &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with you faithfully&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2381944286487708396?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2381944286487708396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2381944286487708396' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2381944286487708396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2381944286487708396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/10/im-not-alone.html' title='I&apos;m not alone! :)'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-547115449940662882</id><published>2009-09-07T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T19:18:28.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tribute to Rach!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqW-2c7irCI/AAAAAAAAAaM/O1OvOxWDRBE/s1600-h/s526510658_1338660_4804.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 139px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 91px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378915172652067874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqW-2c7irCI/AAAAAAAAAaM/O1OvOxWDRBE/s320/s526510658_1338660_4804.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most of you know my dear sister, Rach! I had the wonderful chance to live with her this past year! Since that time we've moved FAR away, but I'm thankful that I had the chance to get to know her better...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rach:&lt;br /&gt;I love you for so many reasons. I love that no matter what the circumstance, you can find something funny and cheer everyone! I love that when you laugh, you laugh with gusto! I love that you never, ever think inside the box. I love that you push me outside of my comfortable box. I love that you have a huge servant heart that is always thinking about others. I love that you love gifts and giving gifts. I love your zest for life! I love that you love and trust Jesus! I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday my sister and my friend! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-547115449940662882?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/547115449940662882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=547115449940662882' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/547115449940662882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/547115449940662882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/09/tribute-to-rach.html' title='A tribute to Rach!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqW-2c7irCI/AAAAAAAAAaM/O1OvOxWDRBE/s72-c/s526510658_1338660_4804.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1149869091861769568</id><published>2009-09-07T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:41:35.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Labor Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I hope you all had a relaxing day! Here is my day in pictures...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902685389879506" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqWzfmQO-NI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cfubo7jEPIM/s320/DSCF2014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A delightful bike ride to the beach...this is what stories are made of...&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378903085522184882" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqWz243NarI/AAAAAAAAAZs/3hnFaopTQ8Q/s320/DSCF2018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Scenery along the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378903728617785506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqW0cUlJiKI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/L-9n4T43OO8/s320/DSCF2030.JPG" /&gt;My improved living room with curtains, a little lamp and a happy picture purchased from a dear friend. :)&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378904354038340866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqW1AudB3QI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/x5kLXcRj3Mc/s320/DSCF2025.JPG" /&gt; Beautiful Floridian Sky&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378905229883397586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqW1ztOw1dI/AAAAAAAAAaE/zfcxQgk8nqc/s320/DSCF2033.JPG" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;A delightful picnic and ball game to end the day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1149869091861769568?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1149869091861769568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1149869091861769568' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1149869091861769568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1149869091861769568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/09/happy-labor-day.html' title='Happy Labor Day!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqWzfmQO-NI/AAAAAAAAAZk/cfubo7jEPIM/s72-c/DSCF2014.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4125067686100981691</id><published>2009-09-07T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T18:27:25.678-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes with Jasmine...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Have you ever had one of those experiences where you recognize something, but you know that it has changed? For example, your best friend loses weight. You aren't around her for sometime. You see her again and you can't help but look at her repeatedly. Something familiar has changed. So, I've had this experience recently, only it wasn't with a human. No, my little Jasmine, my traveling companion, has changed. She and I have gone many miles together and yet here we are looking very differently...sadness, yet happiness, too! &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378902013549478530" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqWy4fdAAoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-3CD4nhmFis/s320/DSCF2023.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4125067686100981691?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4125067686100981691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4125067686100981691' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4125067686100981691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4125067686100981691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/09/changes-with-jasmine.html' title='Changes with Jasmine...'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SqWy4fdAAoI/AAAAAAAAAZc/-3CD4nhmFis/s72-c/DSCF2023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8189594345587802158</id><published>2009-08-29T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-29T15:03:36.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking, Reading and Spending Time Alone</title><content type='html'>There are many things that I enjoy about the amount of time that I’ve spent alone recently. I’ve been able to catch up on some reading. Last Sunday I listened to a Ravi Zacharias’ book entitled "The Grade Weaver." Although there was a bit too much room left for a lack of choice on human shoulders, I found it to be encouraging and rather invigorating! God has a vested interest in our lives, in making sure that we are following after Him. He is patient and diligent in shaping us into His image. It has been my experience that this process is somewhat painful and taxing, yet when I realize the purpose, (His best interest.) my mind focuses on how I can respond to my surroundings to make the best growth in my relationship with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I received a temporary library card. There is a small/cute library here in Hobe Sound. I found two more books on CD that I have been enjoying. In my car, I’m listening to Max Lucado’s "It’s Not all About Me." This is simply a good reminder to me that God is definitely in the center. I like the example of the sun being the center of the solar system. This book is rather simple, yet I’m enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got John Eldredge’s book "Waking the Dead." This one is rather interesting and I have definitely found some things that I disagree with, but it is interesting as well. I wish some of you were closer so that we could chat about it. (If you are close and would like to chat….Just give me a call! J)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another happy book that I picked up was A.W. Tozer’s "The Pursuit of God." This one is a little meatier. It has been absolutely wonderful so far. I’ll have to post some quotes later. Very encouraging!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last little book that I got with my 5 book limit for a temporary card was "The True Confessions of Charlotte Doyle" written by Avi. I read this book repeatedly as a pre-teen. I couldn’t remember all of the intricacies of the story, so I thought I’d try it again. I’m interested to find what was so intriguing to me when I was that age. I’ll have to post later and let you know. It may have impacted me more than I realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I said that this is what I’m enjoying about being alone. I haven’t mentioned what I don’t enjoy. That list might be a little too long and depressing. I’m thankful for times of thinking, though and times of being alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8189594345587802158?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8189594345587802158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8189594345587802158' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8189594345587802158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8189594345587802158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/08/thinking-reading-and-spending-time.html' title='Thinking, Reading and Spending Time Alone'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7810545381920000494</id><published>2009-08-20T19:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T19:46:16.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Following the Rules</title><content type='html'>Tonight I heard a delightful talk! Bless the speaker's heart! : ) If we have committed to be connected to a certain organization, group, or cause, it seems to make sense that we should follow the rules of those involved. Sometimes these rules are outlined clearly and other times they are underlying/unwritten rules.&lt;br /&gt;Please understand, I'm not advocating mindless obedience without questions. However, if I have assessed the organization and feel that what it has to offer is valuable enough to join, then I should follow the rules.&lt;br /&gt;When I bust out from under the outlined boundaries, I may be the cause of relational difficulties, negative influences, and many other negative effects.&lt;br /&gt;I think that in such matters relationship usurps my own agenda/wants.&lt;br /&gt;Well I think I've been sufficiently vague in my presentation here. If you have followed these rambling thoughts of a tired teacher on Thursday evening, I'd love to hear what you think.&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7810545381920000494?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7810545381920000494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7810545381920000494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7810545381920000494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7810545381920000494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/08/following-rules.html' title='Following the Rules'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1361037931730275111</id><published>2009-08-19T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T13:16:10.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Grade</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed with a very sweet class!  If LaRae is reading this...I wish you could see this group.  They look a little more like the video!  :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wrote in our journals the other day and one of my little guys ended his entry with..."well that's all for now..."  So sweet! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The curriculum is pretty daunting in the Fourth Grade.  We're very excited about it, though!  The students have already started their insect collections.  I'm a little nervous about the size of the bugs!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last BLOG had the word 'snakes' in it.  In my rush to finish the BLOG, while sitting in my car, I forgot to include the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas and I (when he was still here) decided to take a little walk Sunday evening, after church.  We were on our way back from the beach and chatting away about I'm not sure what....  All of a sudden, I happened to look down!  I could just barely make out the outline of a snake in front of me!  Unfortunately, I was already in stepping motion and couldn't stop myself!  Behold, I stepped upon the snake a let out quit a large yell while beginning to run.  Sadly, I was wearing a long jean skirt.  Well, if you run in skits often, you know that they have a tendency to wrap around one's legs.  Sure enough my skirt began to do just that.  I'm sure you know what I was thinking!  Could that snake still be with me?!!!  This resulted in more noise, which was ridiculed by the dear, loving brother!  Thankfully my trusty heart made it through the episode and I haven't seen another one since!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope your day is better!  :) &lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1361037931730275111?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1361037931730275111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1361037931730275111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1361037931730275111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1361037931730275111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/08/fourth-grade.html' title='Fourth Grade'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6040632666148303289</id><published>2009-08-15T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T20:25:30.051-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharks, Snakes, Surprises and Sayounara Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; Oh dear...it has been some time since I've posted. I must say though, I think I have some good reasons for not getting to my computer. : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;To catch you all up on life...here are some pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370394421129249442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod5Rb8mAqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kouOYkFPI4o/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The little house at Mode Camp where I had the opportunity to teach the youngin's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370389710784885138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod0_Qi-8ZI/AAAAAAAAAYE/tXrk2hi9U_4/s320/022.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Fishy windows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370390146975368370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod1Ype5hLI/AAAAAAAAAYM/Hmr5byLfO04/s320/019.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt; After Mode Camp, Lucas and I traveled to Florida. We made a stop in St. Augustine. I was thankful for a chance to see some of the places that I will be teaching about in Florida State History this year! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370390796757570802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod1-eHDFPI/AAAAAAAAAYU/RlNKTSit9VM/s320/093.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370391474828690882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod2l8HzRcI/AAAAAAAAAYc/nsECkT7NZ3k/s320/094.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370392142695051698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod3M0HjMbI/AAAAAAAAAYk/f-XlqZN-dWI/s320/100.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little "room" was located near a one room school house. I couldn't resist posting this picture! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I've been spending quite a bit of time in my classroom over the past few days.  Here is how the year will begin.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370392668871844274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod3rcR34bI/AAAAAAAAAYs/qsgJWaqQroI/s320/136.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370393073588500210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod4C_919vI/AAAAAAAAAY0/tF_PtSTTb6g/s320/128.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm adjusting to life in Florida.  I miss everyone from home!  Last Thursday was especially hard since Lucas left on Wednesday evening.  Two wonderful teachers came over armed with sparkling grape juice, flowers and a card!  Thank you girls!  : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370393548898132338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod4eqofYXI/AAAAAAAAAY8/Sy16Df6euVo/s320/123.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about so many things lately and would like to post some deeper thoughts, but my bed is calling tonight!  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;More later...Jo&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6040632666148303289?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6040632666148303289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6040632666148303289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6040632666148303289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6040632666148303289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/08/sharks-snakes-surprises-and-sayounara.html' title='Sharks, Snakes, Surprises and Sayounara Summer'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sod5Rb8mAqI/AAAAAAAAAZE/kouOYkFPI4o/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7240358966891978469</id><published>2009-07-15T08:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-15T10:12:04.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving to Florida</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Some of you may not be able to make the long journey to Florida, so I thought I'd post some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Pictures of the move...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl36LCfMm0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/WvkUi4WspsY/s1600-h/171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358714199193983810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl36LCfMm0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/WvkUi4WspsY/s320/171.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 16 ft. Budget Truck...I got to know this critter pretty well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358714602247047554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl36if-iSYI/AAAAAAAAAVk/-VelBiyGoGU/s320/129.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The apartment all packed up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358714977519255458" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl364V-Zv6I/AAAAAAAAAVs/Um-i8nkiYO0/s320/133.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Amazing moving crew!  Thank you Esther, Julia, Matt, Josiah, Micah, Dave, Christian and Caelan!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358715201739319970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl37FZQoaqI/AAAAAAAAAV0/Gx0DQClyQMY/s320/135.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358715544079052626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl37ZUkyL1I/AAAAAAAAAV8/_rCXNWqepO0/s320/172.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Packed Truck&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358716045394114834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl372gHm-RI/AAAAAAAAAWE/lAHHMTCHOe8/s320/175.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Miles of cones in KY!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358716521526219618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl38SN2WU2I/AAAAAAAAAWM/9NW7-VgTFl4/s320/198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My little home.  I never imagined life with a palm tree, but here we go! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358717990789477570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl39nvSAdMI/AAAAAAAAAWc/o4eR7yL5MD4/s320/180.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Mom and I found this happy little shelf at Wal-Mart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358718348453323778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl398jrtpAI/AAAAAAAAAWk/TnHIHj66yyw/s320/183.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The tile shower...fun!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358718679225896130" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl3-Pz6CjMI/AAAAAAAAAWs/f9kbozJ9l-E/s320/181.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Little sink and happy light.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719178525140370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl3-s38QZZI/AAAAAAAAAW0/-Wi-LpuV9w4/s320/177.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I put this above my bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719508145119810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl3_AD3yIkI/AAAAAAAAAW8/aK5n4ZfH8d4/s320/186.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The kitchen with a cute minature stove.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358719872059792178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl3_VPjzWzI/AAAAAAAAAXE/09VQW4uYjPE/s320/192.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I still have to hang the shelf and clock in the open spot above.  ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358720315885407186" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl3_vE8Ey9I/AAAAAAAAAXM/ZCv17swsR3c/s320/193.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So many books!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358720762518317330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl4AJExqKRI/AAAAAAAAAXU/s4HUjWhavgI/s320/194.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The living room.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358721151065823474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl4AfsOmmPI/AAAAAAAAAXc/t-D6R8WsB4k/s320/196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358729822010945154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl4IYaBBLoI/AAAAAAAAAXk/hLnGXQ6oTvo/s320/195.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The blinds are hung on the windows now...it makes it so much cooler and changes the look of the room.  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358730338332456178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl4I2ddqNPI/AAAAAAAAAXs/pjuQUdTdvbY/s320/206.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;My fourth grade classroom.  We only got to work here for a couple of hours.  I'm thankful for the space!  :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358730780170893506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl4JQLcJuMI/AAAAAAAAAX0/p9TQWNP3MoI/s320/205.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mom and I got to see the ocean before leaving.  It is incredible.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-59a5bc1b7b8a3ddc" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59a5bc1b7b8a3ddc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331633959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F2BF447093DC93DAE59FE6575CD4D265D826880.2D4C283F1EDDE9087E01D4A63A0210E536CAA294%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59a5bc1b7b8a3ddc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWEmZ-ZLeWI8PUapIyOSOF8CE32k&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt3.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D59a5bc1b7b8a3ddc%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331633959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D4F2BF447093DC93DAE59FE6575CD4D265D826880.2D4C283F1EDDE9087E01D4A63A0210E536CAA294%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D59a5bc1b7b8a3ddc%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DWEmZ-ZLeWI8PUapIyOSOF8CE32k&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7240358966891978469?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=59a5bc1b7b8a3ddc&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7240358966891978469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7240358966891978469' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7240358966891978469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7240358966891978469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/07/moving-to-florida.html' title='Moving to Florida'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/Sl36LCfMm0I/AAAAAAAAAVc/WvkUi4WspsY/s72-c/171.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-741247475436524969</id><published>2009-07-06T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T09:16:13.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sisters of My Heart</title><content type='html'>I have an amazing sister. Recently I bid her farewell as she embarks on the next portion of her journey. I treasured the time that we spent together, and I'll miss her dearly! With thoughts of sisterhood swirling in my head, I entered a nearby coffee shop on July 4th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Upon entering the warm surroundings of Joe Sipper's, I spotted my dear friend and former roommate. We hadn't talked for several months. Smiles were exchanged and conversation began. As we talked, I felt a connection of our hearts. Even though changes have been made in both of our lives, we were somehow on the same page in our walk with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While tasting the delightful turkey sandwich, humus and chips, I spotted another young lady that I hadn't seen since my early teens. She told tales of following Jesus with sparkling eyes. No, I don't have a deep relationship with this dear one, but I must tell you, it felt like we were sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday, my dear pastor's wife and I had an exchange about sisters, and I must say I count her as mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess what I'm trying to say is that although blood is strong, my sisters are of different ages, walks of life, denominations, and locations, but the bond of sisterhood is a stong one. I think that through these times of reuniting/connecting we get little glimpses of what Heaven must be like. What it must be like to spend eternity with those who have a living/vibrant relationship with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write a lengthy BLOG about each of you, my sisters! Thank you for your support and encouragement. I can't wait until our next meeting, when hearts connect and we spur each other on in our journey!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SlIgWHY0kOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8lTEE_CSXv4/s1600-h/KimAndersonSisters.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355378471209308386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 220px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SlIgWHY0kOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8lTEE_CSXv4/s320/KimAndersonSisters.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-741247475436524969?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/741247475436524969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=741247475436524969' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/741247475436524969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/741247475436524969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/07/sisters-of-my-heart.html' title='Sisters of My Heart'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SlIgWHY0kOI/AAAAAAAAAVU/8lTEE_CSXv4/s72-c/KimAndersonSisters.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4704832325333770462</id><published>2009-06-11T08:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-11T09:10:52.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Busy, busy, busy!</title><content type='html'>Hello dear friends. It's been some time since I've ventured into blog world. This is due to the great amount of craziness and change since my last post. Wow, since then I've made the decision to move to Florida to teach fourth grade. With the help of my awesome family and Alanna, (THANK YOU GUYS!!!!) my first grade classroom is packed and sitting in my parent's garage. We're in the middle of a VBS this week at my parent's church. It is going really great! Here are a few pictures to document what has been happening lately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346102021726414786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjErdsIAJ8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NNLBebNcl34/s320/727319-R1-02-22A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A great visit with my grandparents, Lucas and Alanna!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346097907355315346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEnuM5fbJI/AAAAAAAAAT0/XO_iGEFmeWs/s320/727319-R1-01-23A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;Lucas helping to blow up the whale...Willy! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098368505230722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEoJC0MtYI/AAAAAAAAAT8/Oh24FiV1SsA/s320/727319-R1-05-18A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Willy lives!!! A BIG thank you to my cousins Christian and Kelsae for helping to finish the blowing process! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346098895758680802" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEonu_N4uI/AAAAAAAAAUE/TV9eK-bUJxU/s320/727319-R1-21-0A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Underwater creatures hanging from the ceiling! Rachel, Christian and Kelsae did all of this!!! THANK YOU GUYS!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346099283326987218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 216px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEo-Sys69I/AAAAAAAAAUM/jIVJJ2jh2SQ/s320/727319-R1-12-9A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Fun decorations! Yeah!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346099761107946210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEpaGqjyuI/AAAAAAAAAUU/pPye-ryyQ-A/s320/727319-R1-17-4A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;THANK YOU Esther for cutting out these scary critters! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100209549712146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEp0NPaGxI/AAAAAAAAAUc/lAhDeRkXAug/s320/727319-R1-13-8A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Willy hanging from the ceiling! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100528881351730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEqGy2APDI/AAAAAAAAAUk/uofu1OcJtpM/s320/727319-R1-06-16A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Bible Story Time.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346100905098804866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjEqcsXO_oI/AAAAAAAAAUs/e-Nc1GxiUW8/s320/727319-R1-07-15A.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Fun cupcakes my aunt Donna bought for snack! : )&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our first night of VBS we had 15 boys and girls and last night we had 14. Please pray for us that we might reach the boys and girls for Jesus. One little girl brought her bible that we had given to her during Faith Finders two summers ago. Here is a picture of our little note to her.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346101530234548642" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjErBFLNcaI/AAAAAAAAAU0/tLYKdZ_Uy_k/s320/727319-R1-11-10A.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Thank you for your prayers! : )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4704832325333770462?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4704832325333770462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4704832325333770462' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4704832325333770462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4704832325333770462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/06/busy-busy-busy.html' title='Busy, busy, busy!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SjErdsIAJ8I/AAAAAAAAAU8/NNLBebNcl34/s72-c/727319-R1-02-22A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5055020155727274558</id><published>2009-05-05T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T13:31:55.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Moments from First Grade</title><content type='html'>Student 1:  "Wow, I wish we were in Mexico today so that we could celebrate Cinco de Mayo!"&lt;br /&gt;Student 2:  "No way, I wouldn't want to be in Mexico."&lt;br /&gt;Miss Ryder:  "Why not?"&lt;br /&gt;Student 2:  "I'd probably get Swine Flu."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was one of those days!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5055020155727274558?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5055020155727274558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5055020155727274558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5055020155727274558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5055020155727274558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/05/more-moments-from-first-grade.html' title='More Moments from First Grade'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8066807352400754139</id><published>2009-05-05T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T08:55:32.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Miss Ryder...Look!</title><content type='html'>This morning, while settling into the classroom, one young man approached me.  His face was filled with excitement. &lt;br /&gt;"Miss Ryder, Miss Ryder...Look!  This book has one of those things where you can choose which thing you would like to learn about!" &lt;br /&gt;I responded with, "And what is that called?"&lt;br /&gt;His response without hesitation was, "The Table of Continents!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny, funny, funny!  I'm thankful for these cute moments as we wrap up our school year!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8066807352400754139?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8066807352400754139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8066807352400754139' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8066807352400754139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8066807352400754139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/05/miss-ryderlook.html' title='Miss Ryder...Look!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-655903220475069366</id><published>2009-04-29T15:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T15:39:58.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Quick Little Funny!</title><content type='html'>In my classroom we share things pretty openly.  We're sort of like a little family here for eight hours each day.  :)  One of the young ladies in my room had missed a couple of days due to having severe/migraine headaches.  I talked with my class about this and we were all concerned about her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time we are beginning a butterfly unit.  We have spent quite a bit of time discussing monarch butterflies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my sweet, little first graders went home and told her mommy that she was worried about one of her classmates because she was having monarch headaches.  :)  So cute... :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-655903220475069366?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/655903220475069366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=655903220475069366' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/655903220475069366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/655903220475069366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/04/quick-little-funny.html' title='A Quick Little Funny!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1895501417414825283</id><published>2009-04-18T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T13:35:08.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Books, Books, Books</title><content type='html'>As a teacher who has a background with reading, I’m sure that you can imagine that I enjoy reading books. I love stories of all shapes and sizes, but I also really enjoy nonfiction. I thought I’d just share some of the books that I’ve read this school year. I’d love to hear about what you are reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the Classroom:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve read a multitude of picture books. One of my favorites is "My Little Sister Ate One Hare" by Bill Grossman. This is a highly amusing tale which ends with a very yucky conclusion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy reading E.B. White Books: "Charlotte’s Web", "The Trumpet of the Swan", and "Stuart Little." All three stories are utterly delightful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ramona the Pest" by Beverly Cleary. I have several students who are struggling behaviorally this year. I have found that seeing the bad choices that Ramona made, helped them to begin to looking at themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Best Christmas Pageant Ever" by Barbara Robinson. Each of my seven years of teaching thus far, I have read this book during Christmas time. We have traditionally read it as a family for several years. If you haven’t read it, I highly recommend this story! This year I cried during the story because I have so many boys and girls that live the Herdman lifestyle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Lion, The Witch, and The Wardrobe by C.S. Lewis. This is one of my favorite books of all time and my first grade students absolutely loved it this year. Our superintendent came to my class the other day and they got the chance to tell him all about it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"My Father’s Dragon" by Ruth Stiles Gannett. This is the first time that I have read this book. It is truly a delightful tale and a wonderful book to use when teaching children about predictions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Mouse and The Motorcycle" by Beverly Cleary. We are currently reading this book in class. My boys are especially into this tale!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Educational Reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"12 Powerful Words" by Larry I. Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Results Now" by Mike Schmoker&lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Reading-Essentials-Specifics-Need-Teach/dp/0325004927/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1240085288&amp;amp;sr=1-1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Reading Essentials: The Specifics You Need to Teach Reading Well" by Regie Routman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personal Reading:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Shack" by William P. Young. This was a thought provoking book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Each New Day" by Corrie Ten Boom. There are some wonderful short nuggets of truth in this little book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Firstborn Advantage: Making Your Birth Order Work for You" by Dr. Kevin Leman. This is a very interesting book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Completely His: Loving Jesus without Limits" by Shannon Ethridge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Answering the Guy Questions: The Set-Apart Girls Guide to Relating to the Opposite Sex" by Leslie Ludy. Eric and Leslie Ludy have written a variety of books. I have quite the collection of single girl books. I just got this one recently and my roomie is reading it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Chance to Die: The Life and Legacy of Amy Carmichael" by Elizabeth Elliot. This is what I’m reading currently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are other books that I read bits and pieces of, but here it this school year in a shell. So, what are you reading?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1895501417414825283?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1895501417414825283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1895501417414825283' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1895501417414825283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1895501417414825283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/04/books-books-books.html' title='Books, Books, Books'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5479834662424058158</id><published>2009-04-13T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T14:11:33.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Finished?</title><content type='html'>At the close of a beautiful, restful Easter Sunday filled with the love of my creator, I ventured out to a choir service. The melodies met me as I entered the church door and my heart swelled with wonder and amazement as my mind focused on Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The final song that the choir sang was "It Is Finished." I chose to focus on what my Savior had done, but my heart became heavy as I pondered statements made prior to the choir singing this old song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leader presented the prospect that if I give my life to Jesus the battle will be over, or finished. While I agree that as I develop a relationship with God, a desire to please Him is there so that I don't want to go against His best, the battle of our flesh and spirit seems to still exist. Maybe I'm just the odd one, but it is a daily choice to follow Jesus. I must consistently, consciously choose to give up myself so that He can form me to be like Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I have layers, or areas that Jesus continually shows me as I walk with Him. I have a choice as to how I respond when presented with another area that needs work. I can take the easy route. I can blame it on others around me. I can blame it on my personality or the way that I was raised. I can reject it as truth and simply go on believing what I want to believe. &lt;strong&gt;OR &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can ask for forgiveness concerning this area that I did not see and with the help of God I can grow and change and move along to the next layer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This to me doesn't seem like a battle that is over. Yet, a continual refining of me and continual trusting of my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently there have been several issues in my life that I have reexamined. I've felt a little out of the loop, sort of like an older woman. :) Here are the ideas of some other people who seem to think that the battle isn't over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ellen White&lt;br /&gt;On one occasion I spoke in reference to genuine sanctification, which is nothing less than a daily dying to self and daily conformity to the will of God... Paul's sanctification was a constant conflict with self. Said he, "I die daily." 1 Cor. 15:31. His will and his desires every day conflicted with duty and the will of God. Instead of following inclination, he did the will of God, however unpleasant and crucifying to his nature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Helen Keller&lt;br /&gt;“Character cannot be developed in ease and quiet. Only through the experience of trial and suffering can the soul be strengthened, vision cleared, ambition inspired, and success achieved.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oswald Chambers&lt;br /&gt;“Jesus Christ had no tenderness whatsoever toward anything that was ultimately going to ruin a person in his service to God.... If the Spirit of God brings to your mind a word of the Lord that hurts you, you can be sure that there is something in you that He wants to hurt to the point of its death.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you follow this link, you will find a clip of Elisabeth Elliot speaking about dying to self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://faithvisuals.com/content/thecove/rediscoveringthefaithfulone/dyingtoself.html"&gt;http://faithvisuals.com/content/thecove/rediscoveringthefaithfulone/dyingtoself.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would love to hear your suggestions, comments, ect. I've found that often I can see things more clearly when it is contradicted by someone. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5479834662424058158?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5479834662424058158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5479834662424058158' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5479834662424058158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5479834662424058158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-is-finished.html' title='It is Finished?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4854441573431020142</id><published>2009-03-21T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T12:28:51.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Grade Funnies</title><content type='html'>Tick...Tock...Tick...Tock&lt;br /&gt;Minutes certainly do slip by quickly. I have fallen behind in my blogging. I have several thoughts today, but I'll stick with funnies for now! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snack Time:&lt;br /&gt;"OOOOOOWWWWEEEE!! Sweet, syrupy and creamy, waffles this snack is good!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Writing about Families:&lt;br /&gt;(Spoken through the teeth.) "My family is shilly because we like to dip little weeniesh in shyrup."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Entering the Classroom:&lt;br /&gt;"I've died and gone to Kentucky"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After an anouncement that we would be writing:&lt;br /&gt;Hands were dramatically folded into a praying position..."DEAR GOD, THANK YOU FOR MISS RYDER!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While working on a paper:&lt;br /&gt;"This is a top notch day, don't you think?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a day filled with happy, funny moments!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4854441573431020142?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4854441573431020142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4854441573431020142' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4854441573431020142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4854441573431020142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/03/first-grade-funnies.html' title='First Grade Funnies'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2672971328032024854</id><published>2009-02-16T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:16:21.465-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It is Well</title><content type='html'>I received the call from a gentleman in my life.  He asked if I’d be willing to go out on the town with him…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend, I had the privilege of visiting my dear brother.  We had a wonderful Valentine’s Day!  A lovely cup of soup, delightful conversation, and the symphony!  What girl could ask for more?  Thank you, Lucas, for being an incredible brother!  I love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel, my sister, and I also got to hear the GBS choir.  It was such an enjoyable Sunday.  They sang one of my favorite songs…It is Well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The words to one particular verse spoke to my heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And Lord, haste the day when my faith shall be sight,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The clouds be rolled back as a scroll;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The trump shall resound, and the Lord shall descend,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even so, it is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is well, with my soul,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It is well, it is well, with my soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;As I listened to these words again my heart began to rejoice.  There are so many areas of life that I must surrender to Him.  But one day…I will stand before him and he will welcome me home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord,&lt;br /&gt;          Whether single or married…&lt;br /&gt;          It is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;          Whether wealthy or struggling…&lt;br /&gt;          It is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;          Whether lonely or full…&lt;br /&gt;          It is well with my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          Thank you, Lord, for the opportunity to be well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2672971328032024854?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2672971328032024854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2672971328032024854' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2672971328032024854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2672971328032024854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/02/it-is-well.html' title='It is Well'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-150064390390393491</id><published>2009-02-12T17:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T17:24:29.723-08:00</updated><title type='text'>CRAZY!!! :)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;Our week in First Grade has been a bit busy!!! We celebrated our 100th day of school. This involved 100 balloons in our classroom, pictures of what we will look like in 100 years, writing 100 words, reading 100 books, and many more exciting things. This year 100s day fell on the same day as my birthday, so things were a little crazy. We've also celebrated Abraham Lincoln's 200th birthday and tomorrow will be Valentine's parties. Needless to say, it has been a little crazy in this little room! Fun...but crazy... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here are some pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302081588440294098" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SZTHHPEfYtI/AAAAAAAAASo/CxEBBEjSMos/s320/100s+Day+025.jpg" border="0" /&gt;One Hundred balloons...we didn't pop one until the end of the day!!! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302082881839184050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SZTIShW0OLI/AAAAAAAAASw/f1xa2KwP1pk/s320/100s+Day+027.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Writing 100 words.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302084155062549218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SZTJcoe6-uI/AAAAAAAAATA/BGmyJD6QnVE/s320/100s+Day+032.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Beautiful Birthday flowers from my friend, Dorinda! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302084860268292530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SZTKFrlEqbI/AAAAAAAAATI/28NjbVNq4XQ/s320/100s+Day+044.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Writing while wearing our Abe Lincoln hats. :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;I trust that you all have a wonderful Valentine's weekend! May you bask in the love of your Heavenly Father!&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302086323296023138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SZTLa1yEMmI/AAAAAAAAATQ/DbYe7SumT2c/s320/100s+Day+035.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-150064390390393491?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/150064390390393491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=150064390390393491' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/150064390390393491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/150064390390393491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/02/crazy.html' title='CRAZY!!! :)'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SZTHHPEfYtI/AAAAAAAAASo/CxEBBEjSMos/s72-c/100s+Day+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5705483491607407337</id><published>2009-02-07T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T12:15:55.914-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughts from Jo</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I normally think, ponder, stress, and analyze before posting a blog.  Today, after reading another blog, I decided to give you just a quick glimpse into life…for better or for worse. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I enjoy time alone.  I like to read, think, process and rejuvenate.    I’m finding that this time is precious, but living with others is very enjoyable.  During the last two and a half years I moved back in with my parents to complete my Master’s degree.  I was rarely home, instead I found other locations to research and compose papers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last few months I have been living with my sister and a dear friend.  I have had to take down my little walls of solitude to allow others into my close quarters.  I anticipated some ‘selfishness’ struggles in this area and attacked these with a vengeance.  The result has been delightful!  Areas of inconsistency on my part have been pointed out.  I’ve been questioned about areas that I didn’t know existed.  We’ve laughed, cried, celebrated, and discussed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess, what I’m trying to say, is that I have a new appreciation for community.  You see, I have the privilege of attending a church where others are willing to lovingly confront me about issues that are not pleasing to Jesus.  I understand that one day I will stand before God all alone, but I must surround myself with other believes who are sharpening me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although we are not having formal worship services in our little apartment, I’m thankful that our Heavenly Father is in the midst shaping, changing, and remaking us into His likeness! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For where two or three have gathered together in My name, I am there in their midst.  Matthew 18:20 NASB&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5705483491607407337?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5705483491607407337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5705483491607407337' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5705483491607407337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5705483491607407337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/02/thoughts-from-jo.html' title='Thoughts from Jo'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6537193472851783228</id><published>2009-02-03T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T15:35:04.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oswald Chambers</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;THE RECOGNIZED BAN OF RELATIONSHIP&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are made as the filth of the world." 1 Corinthians 4:9-13&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These words are not an exaggeration. The reason they are not true of us who call ourselves ministers of the gospel is not that Paul forgot the exact truth in using them, but that we have too many discreet affinities to allow ourselves to be made refuse. "Filling up that which is behind of the afflictions of Christ" is not an evidence of sanctification, but of being "separated unto the gospel."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Think it not strange concerning the fiery trial which is to try you," says Peter. If we do think it strange concerning the things we meet with, it is because we are craven-hearted. We have discreet affinities that keep us out of the mire - I won't stoop, I won't bend. You do not need to, you can be saved by the skin of your teeth if you like; you can refuse to let God count you as one separated unto the gospel. Or you may say - "I do not care if I am treated as the offscouring of the earth as long as the Gospel is proclaimed." A servant of Jesus Christ is one who is willing to go to martyrdom for the reality of the gospel of God. When a merely moral man or woman comes in contact with baseness and immorality and treachery, the recoil is so desperately offensive to human goodness that the heart shuts up in despair. The marvel of the Redemptive Reality of God is that the worst and the vilest can never get to the bottom of His love. Paul did not say that God separated him to show what a wonderful man He could make of him, but "to reveal His Son in me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was interesting...any thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6537193472851783228?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6537193472851783228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6537193472851783228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6537193472851783228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6537193472851783228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/02/oswald-chambers.html' title='Oswald Chambers'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2116516462438099530</id><published>2009-01-31T11:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T12:02:31.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Epitaph</title><content type='html'>The passing of a dear friend...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, communication lines hadn't been open for some time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I disagreed with some life choices...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking...remembering...my choices impact others...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What if it was me... What would be said...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lord, help me as I endeavor to pursue You...trust You...allow You to continually change me...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Legacy sung by Nicole Nordeman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if you got something nice to say about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I enjoy an accolade like the rest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could take my picture and hang it in a gallery&lt;br /&gt;With all the who’s-who’s and so-and-so&lt;br /&gt;That used to be the best as such-and-such&lt;br /&gt;It wouldn’t matter much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t lie, it feels alright to your name lights&lt;br /&gt;We all need an ‘atta boy’ or ‘atta girl’&lt;br /&gt;In the end I’d like to hang my hat on more besides&lt;br /&gt;The temporary trappings of this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave a legacy&lt;br /&gt;How will they remember me&lt;br /&gt;Did I choose to love&lt;br /&gt;Did I point to you enough&lt;br /&gt;To make a mark on things&lt;br /&gt;I want to be leave an offering&lt;br /&gt;A child of mercy and grace&lt;br /&gt;Who blessed your name unapologetically&lt;br /&gt;And leave that kind of legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don’t have to look too far or too long&lt;br /&gt;To make a lengthy list of all that I enjoy&lt;br /&gt;It an accumulating trinket in a treasure pile&lt;br /&gt;With moth and rust, thieves and such&lt;br /&gt;Will soon enough destroy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave a legacy&lt;br /&gt;How will they remember me&lt;br /&gt;Did I choose to love&lt;br /&gt;Did I point to you enough&lt;br /&gt;To make a mark on things&lt;br /&gt;I want to be leave an offering&lt;br /&gt;A child of mercy and grace&lt;br /&gt;Who blessed your name unapologetically&lt;br /&gt;And leave that kind of legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not well traveled, not well read&lt;br /&gt;Not well to do, or well bred&lt;br /&gt;I just want to hear you instead&lt;br /&gt;“Well done, good and faithful”&lt;br /&gt;Whoa, hey…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to leave a legacy&lt;br /&gt;How will they remember me&lt;br /&gt;Did I choose to love&lt;br /&gt;Did I point to you enough&lt;br /&gt;To make a mark on things&lt;br /&gt;I want to be leave an offering&lt;br /&gt;A child of mercy and grace&lt;br /&gt;Who blessed your name unapologetically&lt;br /&gt;And leave that kind of legacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t mind if you got something nice to say about me…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2116516462438099530?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2116516462438099530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2116516462438099530' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2116516462438099530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2116516462438099530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-epitaph.html' title='My Epitaph'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5211143816657440666</id><published>2009-01-08T18:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T19:15:04.769-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year...some things never change!</title><content type='html'>In the midst of New Year’s resolutions, I would like to say that although there are a many things that I would like to improve during 2009, I am glad that some things remain the same.  I’m thankful for the steady love of my Heavenly Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think that it is easy to fall into the trap of continually seeking for something different.  I believe that it is vital for me to continually seek to pursue my relationship with Jesus.  I want to continually improve my teaching strategies.  I would like to make good choices about my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of being a resolution, I think that these things should be a continual walk a continual practice.  Slow and steady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, just some random thoughts from a very tired brain.  I don’t know what your week has been like, but if you’re going through a tough time, I hope this will help.  I know it lifted my spirits tonight!  &lt;br /&gt;Jo      &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SWa-Twz3XpI/AAAAAAAAASU/Y3KAnoDkqUs/s1600-h/train2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289124059122458258" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 94px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SWa-Twz3XpI/AAAAAAAAASU/Y3KAnoDkqUs/s320/train2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"When a train goes through a tunnel and it gets dark, you don't throw away the ticket and jump off. You sit still and trust the engineer." Corrie ten Boom&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5211143816657440666?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5211143816657440666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5211143816657440666' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5211143816657440666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5211143816657440666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-yearsome-things-never-change.html' title='New Year...some things never change!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SWa-Twz3XpI/AAAAAAAAASU/Y3KAnoDkqUs/s72-c/train2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-210665889648130838</id><published>2008-12-23T10:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T10:34:24.734-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SVEvIWCNudI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jdXFZP11Xpo/s1600-h/DSC04250.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283055658282629586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SVEvIWCNudI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jdXFZP11Xpo/s320/DSC04250.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;A sweet couple comes to our school each year! They look kinda like the 'real' thing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283055103616108050" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SVEuoDvaRhI/AAAAAAAAAR0/v6G4oYIww3s/s320/DSC04254.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Classroom tree. :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Have a Merry Christmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-210665889648130838?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/210665889648130838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=210665889648130838' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/210665889648130838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/210665889648130838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas_23.html' title='Merry Christmas!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SVEvIWCNudI/AAAAAAAAAR8/jdXFZP11Xpo/s72-c/DSC04250.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7155020415108017694</id><published>2008-12-19T11:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T16:23:09.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas</title><content type='html'>Dear Fellow-Bloggers,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good afternoon! We have had a few days off of school, due to the ice storm. It has been a wonderful time of relaxation and catching up on projects. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister and I had the wonderful privilege of directing the church play for the younger children at church this year. They did such a wonderful job of working hard and then sharing the love of Jesus with others. It was a delightful experience. I'm sorry that I don't have any pictures...We were running around back-stage. Hopefully I'll be able to beg, borrow, or steal some later. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was driving the other night and noticing the beautiful lights and decorations. I enjoy this time of year. I'm thankful that God saw fit to send himself, wrapped in human flesh to rescue our souls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you have a joyous and relaxing season where you cherish family moments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying this journey of life,&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7155020415108017694?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7155020415108017694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7155020415108017694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7155020415108017694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7155020415108017694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3236130167450034749</id><published>2008-12-03T05:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T19:49:06.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings</title><content type='html'>I didn't write a Thanksgiving post this year. Although it is a little late, I would like to say that I'm grateful for so many things. One of those being the rather tough group of youngin's that I have this year. Each one is broken. Some have physical issues...some emotional...some academic... It has been a challenge to say the least. I'm thankful that God has placed a love for teaching deep in my heart. He has also given me a deep love for each of my little critters. I was on my way to work this morning, listening to Steven Curtis Chapman. The words to this song struck a chord. Life brings challenges of all sorts, but we have someone right beside us no matter what we are facing. I hope you all have a blessed day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't come looking for trouble&lt;br /&gt;And I don't want to fight needlessly&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna hide in a bubble&lt;br /&gt;If trouble comes for me&lt;br /&gt;I can feel my heart beating faster&lt;br /&gt;I can tell something's coming down&lt;br /&gt;But if it's gonna make me grow stronger then&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the trouble come, let the hard rain fall, let it make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, maybe you're thinking I'm crazy&lt;br /&gt;And maybe I need to explain some things&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I know I've got an enemy waiting&lt;br /&gt;Who wants to bring me pain&lt;br /&gt;But what he never seems to remember&lt;br /&gt;What he means for evil God works for good&lt;br /&gt;So I will not retreat or surrender&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the trouble come, let the hard rain fall, let it make me strong&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I don't want to sound like some hero&lt;br /&gt;'Cause it's God alone that my hope is in&lt;br /&gt;But I'm not gonna run from the very things&lt;br /&gt;That would drive me closer to Him&lt;br /&gt;So bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the trouble come, let it make me fall on the One who's strong&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Let the lightning flash, let the thunder roll, let the storm winds blow&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me be made weak so I'll know the strength of the One who's strong&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;br /&gt;Bring it on&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3236130167450034749?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3236130167450034749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3236130167450034749' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3236130167450034749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3236130167450034749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/12/blessings.html' title='Blessings'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3896314671528111963</id><published>2008-11-26T05:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T05:34:06.491-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Home - Come on in!</title><content type='html'>Good day, friends! I'm sorry that it has been so long...life can certainly be busy. :) For those of you that are far away, here are some pictures of the new apartment. Well, new to us at least. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272954932380949778" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1Mkt013RI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bGFNpzEGur0/s320/DSCF1535.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our Living Room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272955716731473506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1NSXwlDmI/AAAAAAAAAQc/b2iRrO3Wads/s320/DSCF1523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our Kitchen...Strawberries and Peppers meet for the first time! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272956601364911490" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1OF3RoFYI/AAAAAAAAAQs/D6lLpcbCBCA/s320/DSCF1524.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272956891238501234" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1OWvI4C3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/PqXIHCIIP8M/s320/DSCF1521.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272957401998115218" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1O0d3dQZI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/d68nNG4cO0s/s320/DSCF1494.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272955323892627666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1M7gUf-NI/AAAAAAAAAQU/wBcjOhN-pZA/s320/DSCF1529.JPG" border="0" /&gt; My bedroom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272957870162614018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 214px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1PPt6klwI/AAAAAAAAARM/W25zFtoPvXQ/s320/DSCF1501.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Thanks again to all of our wonderful friends who helped us move in and decorate!!!! We love you girls!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3896314671528111963?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3896314671528111963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3896314671528111963' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3896314671528111963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3896314671528111963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/11/our-new-home-come-on-in.html' title='Our New Home - Come on in!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SS1Mkt013RI/AAAAAAAAAQE/bGFNpzEGur0/s72-c/DSCF1535.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4448527171828462724</id><published>2008-10-29T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T15:19:26.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whirling!</title><content type='html'>I have several thoughts that are whirling, but I'm in the process of moving.  I'll be back soon to share what I've been thinking about.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a quote from C.S. Lewis.  I'm thankful that this isn't my home.  I'm moving to a little apartment, but my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; home is yet to come. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I find in myself a desire which no experience in this world can satisfy, the most probable explanation is that I was made for another world."&lt;br /&gt;--Mere Christianity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4448527171828462724?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4448527171828462724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4448527171828462724' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4448527171828462724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4448527171828462724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/10/whirling.html' title='Whirling!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7418975539707645213</id><published>2008-09-29T18:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T18:40:24.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you waiting?</title><content type='html'>I’m waiting I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I’m waiting I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I’ll be running the race Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;I’m waiting I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it’s not easy But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I’m waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I’m waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;John Waller&lt;br /&gt;© 2007 Travelin’ Zoo Music (ASCAP) (admin. by EMI CMG Publishing)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7418975539707645213?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7418975539707645213/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7418975539707645213' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7418975539707645213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7418975539707645213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/09/are-you-waiting.html' title='Are you waiting?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1846301644773014494</id><published>2008-09-22T14:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T19:53:38.782-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bright Blue</title><content type='html'>The weather was beautiful that day. If only the inside had been half as sunny. The heavy weight of disappointment and scar tissue filled me. Am I going to do this for the rest of my life? Is it really worth the hours? As I stood on the playground watching them run off energy, I felt a tug and I looked down into beautiful, blue eyes. The small voice said, "Miss Ryder, when you were sitting in group time today, you looked so pretty...and you still look pretty now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think that this youngster was speaking about my outer appearance. Instead I think he was responding to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, my prayer is that the beauty of you would be seen in me. Help me to respond in kindness and compassion. Help me to be firm when they need that approach. Help me to teach them the academic skills in preparation for the next grade level, but more than that, may they catch a glimpse of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1846301644773014494?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1846301644773014494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1846301644773014494' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1846301644773014494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1846301644773014494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/09/bright-blue.html' title='Bright Blue'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2276770027415174153</id><published>2008-09-11T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T14:14:53.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rejection</title><content type='html'>I've been thinking quite a bit. :) I teach little people so I'm kind of like you Mommies out there that hunger for adult conversation. I understand your pain. :) I love teaching, but there are times when I need my mind challenged a bit. Thanks for blogging, you help me to think in this pseudo-conversation/eaves-dropping thing we have here! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I experienced rejection. I had created, pressed, polished and prepared only to find rejection. Rejection is difficult on any level, but when you've given your best and you've read the research, it stings. You see and understand a better way. You realize what could be accomplished by choosing this way and still you are rejected. Your name is mentioned in whispered tones, a hush falls over the room when you enter, and knowing glances are cast in your direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not long ago I experienced a different sort of rejection. As I stood before this audience, I presented the thing that could change their lives. If they chose to trust what I presented they would avoid death and have eternal life. Some cold eyes stared at me. Rejection. Why should they believe that God cares for them? No one else has. Sturdy fortresses guarded their hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I viewed their nonchalant attitudes, my thoughts turned to Jesus. Rejection...He knows about it. He presented Himself and was laughed at and spit upon. Living water met with whippings. Yes, He knows about rejection. Yet, He continues to reach to the lost. He's reaching to the very ones who have their walls reinforced.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My walls were once pretty thick. I'm thankful for a God who reached beyond my fortress and reached to my heart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2276770027415174153?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2276770027415174153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2276770027415174153' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2276770027415174153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2276770027415174153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/09/rejection.html' title='Rejection'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5748083654493929324</id><published>2008-08-23T13:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:51:45.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to the Classroom</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Now it is time to begin first grade again! :) I think that there will be some much needed healing that will occur in our building this year! :) We're all very excited to begin. I utilized the same decorating for my classroom this year. Here are a few pictures...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816152821062034" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2CjOz2ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mAZUCL6wGV8/s320/DSCF1285.jpg" border="0" /&gt;This is the spot where we gather for math meeting and morning message time!  :)  Thank you again Juwah for helping me lug this beautiful...soggy rug outside to dry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816274055725122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2Jm3aAEI/AAAAAAAAAMc/a8Drsx8C-8k/s320/DSCF1286.jpg" border="0" /&gt;We are beginning a new reading curriculum this year.  These are the very fun magnetic boards that I recieved.&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816411269453970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2RmBtWJI/AAAAAAAAAMk/siSIEaqEpE8/s320/DSCF1287.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This will be a reading area with the fountain.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816534583303122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2YxaBW9I/AAAAAAAAAMs/jtnc6LBjS3I/s320/DSCF1288.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Another reading nook!  Thank you again Thomas family for your help with book organization!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816699353526770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2iXOTcfI/AAAAAAAAAM0/skb5_m7s2kU/s320/DSCF1290.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Our mail boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816930603328450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2v0sjY8I/AAAAAAAAANE/Nhm0udZrsvA/s320/DSCF1295.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We will add words to our word wall throughout the year!  :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237816805870556194" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2okB8VCI/AAAAAAAAAM8/P1kDl5PH1oY/s320/DSCF1291.jpg" border="0" /&gt;My desk...Ahhhh!  So much stuff!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-84b9990f42b0c898" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84b9990f42b0c898%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331633959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CFEA065D982BDD3F0993F69422518A7DE56E98D.121ED746DD0F9D9D911421D8D631323173074ED8%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84b9990f42b0c898%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN5VvcUARdO0gyB5woNgDRe7rup8&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D84b9990f42b0c898%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331633959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CFEA065D982BDD3F0993F69422518A7DE56E98D.121ED746DD0F9D9D911421D8D631323173074ED8%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D84b9990f42b0c898%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DN5VvcUARdO0gyB5woNgDRe7rup8&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Welcome...come on in!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5748083654493929324?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=84b9990f42b0c898&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5748083654493929324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5748083654493929324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5748083654493929324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5748083654493929324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-to-classroom.html' title='Back to the Classroom'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLB2CjOz2ZI/AAAAAAAAAMU/mAZUCL6wGV8/s72-c/DSCF1285.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8652783517336225789</id><published>2008-08-23T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T13:38:48.334-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Palestine VBS</title><content type='html'>This year I had the chance to teach Vacation Bible School at the Palestine Pilgrim Holiness Church! It was a wonderful experience! I got to use the same decorations and Lucas came to help a couple of nights! Thank you Lucas!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237806768446043954" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBtgTtc9zI/AAAAAAAAALs/_Ce94gO1aKw/s320/DSCF1264.jpg" border="0" /&gt; The girls...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237806910769498594" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBtol6AieI/AAAAAAAAAL0/DjDCnjoQY84/s320/DSCF1265.jpg" border="0" /&gt;and the boys! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237807153664111762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBt2uwmNJI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Fr5tcsBdK74/s320/DSCF1270.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;All ready for Sunday Morning....I'm sorry about the dark coloring. We turned the lights down so that it would feel more like a forest! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237807366258729442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBuDGvGoeI/AAAAAAAAAME/d1yb2jdYJ2w/s320/DSCF1274.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our program on Sunday Morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3f1315bc2e8c1de" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03f1315bc2e8c1de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331633959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28DB39A549018504A9193EF38F07BE310ED818FF.2966EB47AE0C7EFEEB990065F6D6E2EBBC310B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f1315bc2e8c1de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMJUjASFVIsPaANtfQlzv5g9psVU&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v11.nonxt6.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D03f1315bc2e8c1de%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331633959%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D28DB39A549018504A9193EF38F07BE310ED818FF.2966EB47AE0C7EFEEB990065F6D6E2EBBC310B5%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3f1315bc2e8c1de%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMJUjASFVIsPaANtfQlzv5g9psVU&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Singing Let's Talk about Jesus!  Sorry the video quality is not the best...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237809213445267506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBvuoCsYDI/AAAAAAAAAMM/2CwDJxqnxKo/s320/DSCF1279.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Precious little Hasus! He gave his life to Jesus at home by his bed during VBS! Thank you Lord, for reaching down to hearts...old or young...with your love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8652783517336225789?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3f1315bc2e8c1de&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8652783517336225789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8652783517336225789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8652783517336225789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8652783517336225789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/08/palestine-vbs.html' title='Palestine VBS'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBtgTtc9zI/AAAAAAAAALs/_Ce94gO1aKw/s72-c/DSCF1264.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1245528794115667296</id><published>2008-08-23T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-27T09:19:39.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>End of Summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Well, dear reader, if you are still there???!! I've been away for some time now...This summer got pretty busy in a hurry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBfJeMZc-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TA0LZUENM30/s1600-h/DSCF1168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237790982960411618" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBfJeMZc-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TA0LZUENM30/s320/DSCF1168.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful flowers from the back yard!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791354286418530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBffFfaqmI/AAAAAAAAAKU/VBotRzVLE6A/s320/DSCF1212.jpg" border="0" /&gt; Our theme for children's service this year was "Walkin' with Jesus. Learning to be in step with Him!" The picture above is our fish pond. We had a little fountain, too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237791869968626082" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBf9GjosaI/AAAAAAAAAKc/rzFAOW73kuc/s320/DSCF1213.jpg" border="0" /&gt; This is another fountain from children's service at Mode Camp!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792323759664178" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBgXhD2bDI/AAAAAAAAAKk/zv61LEFTtUk/s320/DSCF1220.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My good friend, Danny the Deer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237792667506337170" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBgrhncZZI/AAAAAAAAAK0/vu07C6NRYe4/s320/DSCF1221.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I do not claim to be a boy scout fire builder! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237802309611379314" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBpcxQbWnI/AAAAAAAAAK8/YvavFVZSiwM/s320/DSCF1222.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Mountains in the distance....wait, is that a pulpit in the forest???!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237802843009225938" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBp70UYlNI/AAAAAAAAALM/STfqmAGJyw8/s320/DSCF1225.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;Craft time...aren't they cute?!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237803016057801410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBqF4-YSsI/AAAAAAAAALU/eEitiOfKtb0/s320/DSCF1226.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;More craft time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237803434420183842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBqePfvoyI/AAAAAAAAALc/wfQYuseSTrM/s320/DSCF1237.jpg" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;My little cousin got to spend the week with me. This is after our program...I miss having her with me all the time! I love you Ana!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237803757425506834" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBqxCyNuhI/AAAAAAAAALk/28UBQYp0uX4/s320/DSCF1254.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;This is what I seem to have been doing quite a bit of lately...driving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1245528794115667296?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1245528794115667296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1245528794115667296' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1245528794115667296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1245528794115667296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-of-summer.html' title='End of Summer...'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SLBfJeMZc-I/AAAAAAAAAKM/TA0LZUENM30/s72-c/DSCF1168.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-143140786345387338</id><published>2008-07-03T18:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-03T19:05:29.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creation Museum</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; This past weekend I got the chance to visit my brother in Cincinnati, OH.  I have two of the best siblings anyone could ever ask for!  On Tuesday we visited the Creation Museum.  I highly recommend this wonderful place!  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2ERCBNwLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MAPXqQRGM5w/s1600-h/DSCF1189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218972971326881970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2ERCBNwLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MAPXqQRGM5w/s320/DSCF1189.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Lucas on the suspension bridge.  Don't ever walk on this thing with him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2EJAhjdKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TCGGSPleqGc/s1600-h/DSCF1190.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218972833486697634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2EJAhjdKI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/TCGGSPleqGc/s320/DSCF1190.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I am hangin onto the cable very tightly!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2EAad9QcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pkvriWmf70k/s1600-h/DSCF1187.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218972685832110530" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2EAad9QcI/AAAAAAAAAJs/pkvriWmf70k/s320/DSCF1187.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is a zorse and a zonky!  Quite cute little critters, if I do say so myself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2D1owQnFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEBNEgOpN4A/s1600-h/DSCF1198.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218972500688411730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2D1owQnFI/AAAAAAAAAJk/IEBNEgOpN4A/s320/DSCF1198.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Adam working in his garden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218973175946810866" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2Ec8SaFfI/AAAAAAAAAKE/U0D4WAmVuj4/s320/DSCF1196.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Proof once again that evolution is not correct! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-143140786345387338?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/143140786345387338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=143140786345387338' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/143140786345387338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/143140786345387338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/07/creation-museum.html' title='Creation Museum'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SG2ERCBNwLI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/MAPXqQRGM5w/s72-c/DSCF1189.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7636408973177925642</id><published>2008-06-23T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T09:02:57.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I doing this summer?</title><content type='html'>Well, after finishing the school year, I raced to Florida. It was a fun, busy time. Now, I'm back in good 'ole Illinois! For the first time.......in a long time, I'm relaxing. I noticed the other day that I felt the almost uncontrollable urge to get busy for the sake of being busy. I don't know that there is much value in this. Don't get me wrong....I'm not sitting at home doing absolutely nothing. Instead, I'm reading, mowing the lawn, trimming the shrubs, enjoying the outdoors, watching the sunset... It is a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;much &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;needed time of healing and rejuvination. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT...&lt;/strong&gt; I have been busy with a few fun projects...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215105339496667154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_GrOrxGBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iWjQ6HMN-Ik/s320/DSCF1122.JPG" border="0" /&gt;A fun little skirt for my desk. :) (The material was purchased over a year ago. It's nice to have time to finish it.)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215107112759568626" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_IScmlqPI/AAAAAAAAAJc/JwlUAshYyeM/s320/DSCF1165.JPG" border="0" /&gt;I will be doing a church camp and a VBS this summer. This is the background. I've also purchased two fake trees for the outdoor adventure of developing a trusting relationship with Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215106333851233842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_HlG8XrjI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/Bd-bjqmnGXc/s320/DSCF1167.JPG" border="0" /&gt; This is my parent's home, where I am currently living. I love the way the light shines off of the floor. It's my favorite spot in the house! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7636408973177925642?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7636408973177925642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7636408973177925642' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7636408973177925642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7636408973177925642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-am-i-doing-this-summer.html' title='What am I doing this summer?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_GrOrxGBI/AAAAAAAAAI8/iWjQ6HMN-Ik/s72-c/DSCF1122.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7140807631081964328</id><published>2008-06-23T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:45:06.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time with Cousins</title><content type='html'>Since I've been home, I've been able to spend some time with my little cousins! They are so sweet! We went to the Magic House and the Arch. &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215103405147142562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_E6oq5uaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ujtzPj8YtUA/s320/DSCF1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215103132082609586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_EqvbPnbI/AAAAAAAAAIs/PPNkUIKg10A/s320/DSCF1094.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215102815128436962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_EYSrewOI/AAAAAAAAAIk/pTsyJeO7VAo/s320/DSCF1102.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215102506441008482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_EGUuqZWI/AAAAAAAAAIc/VVSTLBLFzlk/s320/DSCF1117.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7140807631081964328?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7140807631081964328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7140807631081964328' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7140807631081964328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7140807631081964328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/06/spending-time-with-cousins.html' title='Spending Time with Cousins'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_E6oq5uaI/AAAAAAAAAI0/ujtzPj8YtUA/s72-c/DSCF1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4765115751554778272</id><published>2008-06-23T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:35:52.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Other Florida Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_C0-zIRmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kX9l48DZ16I/s1600-h/DSCF1045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215101108984759906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_C0-zIRmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kX9l48DZ16I/s320/DSCF1045.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_Cr49iJdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-ndIJykWBus/s1600-h/DSCF1024.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215100952798963154" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_Cr49iJdI/AAAAAAAAAH0/-ndIJykWBus/s320/DSCF1024.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_ClMGKIoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D6PDZnR-scU/s1600-h/DSCF1023.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215100837676327554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_ClMGKIoI/AAAAAAAAAHs/D6PDZnR-scU/s320/DSCF1023.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4765115751554778272?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4765115751554778272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4765115751554778272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4765115751554778272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4765115751554778272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/06/other-florida-pictures.html' title='Other Florida Pictures'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_C0-zIRmI/AAAAAAAAAH8/kX9l48DZ16I/s72-c/DSCF1045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8589158549784231889</id><published>2008-06-23T08:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T08:33:19.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of Florida</title><content type='html'>Sorry for the delay.... Here are a few more photos of the Sunshine State! &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215099555190963138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_Baid0e8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/YKZzLOMMtqg/s320/DSCF0994.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The students at Hope Christian School had a pizza party to end a great school year! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215099871454513122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_Bs8o7R-I/AAAAAAAAAHc/2EXVNRaJu4s/s320/DSCF1064.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The Kindergarten Graduation was adorable! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215100154786541634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_B9cIi8EI/AAAAAAAAAHk/jF2CKM2Vtrw/s320/DSCF1065.JPG" border="0" /&gt;The High Schoool Graduates with Bro. Juan, the principal.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8589158549784231889?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8589158549784231889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8589158549784231889' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8589158549784231889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8589158549784231889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/06/rest-of-florida.html' title='The Rest of Florida'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SF_Baid0e8I/AAAAAAAAAHU/YKZzLOMMtqg/s72-c/DSCF0994.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5794105683728029314</id><published>2008-06-13T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T12:29:52.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I have returned!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My lengthy absence has been due to a 17 day trip to Florida. I've included some pictures from the journey! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211444877893339922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SFLFgUlcixI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nurPJdVO67o/s320/DSCF0981_itA_108.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;This is a picture of the sand art completed by the girls during the Spanish Girl's Retreat. I had the chance to share with the girls about God's love! It was a neat time and I thank the Lord for His help! :)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211447294677063090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SFLHs_zllbI/AAAAAAAAAHE/GabZx8tW8fs/s320/DSCF0978_978_105.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Some of the girls found these beautiful shells for the decorations for the banquet at the end of the retreat. We used them later in the week for a fund-raising banquet for my sister's school! &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211450084363131010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SFLKPYMk2II/AAAAAAAAAHM/qpDgStq4fiU/s320/DSCF1020_itA_146.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We also had the chance to visit the Gumbo Limbo State Park.  It was beautiful.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;I'll post more pictures later of the other adventures! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5794105683728029314?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5794105683728029314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5794105683728029314' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5794105683728029314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5794105683728029314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-have-returned.html' title='I have returned!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SFLFgUlcixI/AAAAAAAAAG8/nurPJdVO67o/s72-c/DSCF0981_itA_108.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2426028062597998362</id><published>2008-05-20T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T17:27:17.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good-Bye</title><content type='html'>Yes, I technically get 3 months off each summer, but I must convey the pull on my heart strings at this, the end of my first year in first grade.  The following is a letter that I included with my report cards and it sums up my feelings.  So if you ask, "Jo, are you ready for this year to be over?"  I'll say something like, "Yeah."  But, deep down this is what I'm feeling...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Parents,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Today I give you back your child. The same child you confidently entrusted to my care last fall. I give them back pounds heavier, inches taller, and months wiser than they were then. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Although they would have attained their growth in spite of me, it has been my pleasure and privilege to watch their personality unfold day by day and marvel at this miracle of development. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I give them back reluctantly. Having spent nine months together in the narrow confines of a classroom, we have grown close and we shall always retain a little of each other. We have lived, loved, laughed, learned, and enriched our lives together this year. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Remember that I shall always be interested in your child and their future endeavors, wherever they go, whatever they do, whoever they become. Thank you for allowing me the opportunity to be your child’s teacher this year!                                                &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Miss Ryder  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2426028062597998362?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2426028062597998362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2426028062597998362' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2426028062597998362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2426028062597998362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/05/good-bye.html' title='Good-Bye'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-789195737471295061</id><published>2008-05-13T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T19:09:14.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BDB vs. ADB</title><content type='html'>Yes, friends, as my brother stated on the phone last night, my life has been redefined. Now and forever more I will refer to my life as the period before the dog bite and the period after this fateful time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, in an effort to get on the healthy side of life, ventured out into the beautiful outdoors last evening for a peaceful bike ride. I have traveled this certain route many times and felt fairly confident in attempting the 8 mile route alone. Thankfully my sister and I had been talking and I tucked the trusty cell phone into my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Traveling along at a comfortable clip I enjoyed the beauty of nature. The graceful fluid movements of the deer, the peaceful vivid green of new leaves, the smell of freshly plowed dirt, …the barking of dogs…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rounded the turn at about mile six and saw two dogs racing toward me. Well, if you know me very well at all you will know that I am not a great lover of doggies. My small portion of ‘dog love’ depletes when they are coming at me at full speed. The world suddenly began to move slower. The larger dog, who was approximately the height of my bike came closer and closer. He first bit at my heal and then grabbed a good, strong bite on my leg. Thankfully a motorcycle came along and I had a brief second to get away. I yelled at the dear, possessed doggie and he backed off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called nearly every person I knew and no one was home. Finally, after contacting my brother in Cincinnati, I called my aunt. She picked me up about a mile from the scene of the crime.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a visit to my doctor today, I began taking the antibiotic that he prescribed. My tetanus shot is up to date and I found that the dog also has his shots. So, I don’t think I’ll be foaming at the mouth any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, one of my greatest fears has been played out in my life and I have survived! But, to all of the lovers of pooches out there, I must say that I will not be having a canine pet any time soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woof, woof!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-789195737471295061?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/789195737471295061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=789195737471295061' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/789195737471295061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/789195737471295061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/05/bdb-vs-adb.html' title='BDB vs. ADB'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8980033539911385894</id><published>2008-05-09T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:27:20.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Classroom</title><content type='html'>Today we took our spelling test and Miss Ryder got new books from the book fair.  I found these two poems so adorable.  I hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8980033539911385894?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8980033539911385894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8980033539911385894' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8980033539911385894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8980033539911385894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/05/our-classroom.html' title='Our Classroom'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1320268111475546584</id><published>2008-05-09T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:34:15.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wish I'd Studied Harrder</title><content type='html'>I wish I'd studied harrder&lt;br /&gt;For our spellink test today.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry that I didn't,&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm feeling some dismaye.&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to get a passing graid,&lt;br /&gt;But don't beleeve I will--&lt;br /&gt;I think I got Whyoming wrong,&lt;br /&gt;And Chyna, and Brazill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Though I don't want to make misteaks,&lt;br /&gt;I make them awl the same.&lt;br /&gt;It's no one else's fawlt but mine,&lt;br /&gt;I have to take the blaime.&lt;br /&gt;I tried to spell Cunneddykit,&lt;br /&gt;But really, I just gessed...&lt;br /&gt;If I had stoodied harder&lt;br /&gt;Then I mite have passed this test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Prelutsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1320268111475546584?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1320268111475546584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1320268111475546584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1320268111475546584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1320268111475546584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-wish-id-studied-harrder.html' title='I Wish I&apos;d Studied Harrder'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4371448929371540729</id><published>2008-05-09T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T14:19:30.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Learning Our History</title><content type='html'>I'm learning our history,&lt;br /&gt;There's so much to know...&lt;br /&gt;A lot of it happened a long time ago.&lt;br /&gt;I learn how explorers&lt;br /&gt;Arrived on our shore,&lt;br /&gt;I learn of our leaders&lt;br /&gt;In peace and in war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn of inventors,&lt;br /&gt;And scientists as well,&lt;br /&gt;Of trips to the moon,&lt;br /&gt;And the liberty bell.&lt;br /&gt;There's one thing I'm learning&lt;br /&gt;That makes me think, "Wow!"&lt;br /&gt;We're all part of history--&lt;br /&gt;It's happening now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Prelutsky&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4371448929371540729?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4371448929371540729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4371448929371540729' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4371448929371540729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4371448929371540729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-learning-our-history.html' title='I&apos;m Learning Our History'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5972854830473022268</id><published>2008-05-01T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T15:17:54.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><content type='html'>As usual, thoughts have been swirling through my mind.  The recent topic has been choices.  We are confronted with so many choices each day.  As an educator, I find that within a period of 1 minute it is possible to make many choices.  Do I discipline that issue?  No, I must pick my battles.  Do I explain the concept as presented here?  No, I must find a new way; they will not understand this approach.  Should I hug this young one?  Yes, it may be the only physical touch they receive today.  Do I send her to the office?  No, I’ll wait and see if that stomach ache continues.               &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices are my life.  The effects of these little choices and my thinking behind these choices can change the direction of my life.  I have to be careful.  Do I read this book, watch this video, listen to this music?  Yes, friends every area of my life requires my choice.  I’m definitely not a fan on the sidelines of life watching things pass by.  I MUST be directly involved!               A while ago I was faced with one of those bigger choices in life.  Ultimately, of course, these larger decisions are influenced greatly by the previous little choices.  When I came to the fork, I sought the wise counsel of others.  Yes, it was conflicting and confusing.  I put on my super future spy glass and caught a glimpse of what was to come.                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down road number 1 was a life of adventure.  Beautiful flowers lined this road.  Laugher rang through the tree tops.  The chance to live with my dear sister and act like silly school girls beckoned there.  Meeting new people and teaching in a Christian environment call to me.  The pull was so great that I took a step down road number 1.  Glancing over my shoulder I saw the rocky terrain of road number 2.  I looked down at my sandals and realized I was not prepared for that path.  I saw hard work and dedication as well as commitment.  I even caught a glimpse of how bruised and battered my feet would be.  I might even fall, causing the flesh to be torn from my knees.                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat down for a long chat with my Heavenly Daddy.  I realized that I could, after picking up my eyes off of the rocky terrain, catch a glimpse of His face on road number 2.  Please understand, I don’t think that road number 1 was awful; however, I made the choice to pursue my relationship with Him by traveling down road number 2.                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, friend, the road has been just as it seemed it would be.  Large, sharp, cutting rocks have been on the trail.  Yes, my shoes were not adequate for the journey.  I have been cut, bruised and my very soul has been pierced.  Layers of flesh are slowly, painfully being shed as a find my path.  The rocks of frustration, hard work, commitment, assertiveness, and others are helping to shed my yucky exterior.  But, friend, through it all I have had the firm grip of my Daddy holding my hand.  He’s patient and kind.  He heals wounds with his words of love.  He continually calls me to pursue a deeper relationship with Him.                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I stood last night I realized that a destination point along this road had been reached and I couldn’t have made it without the faithfulness of my Heavenly Father.  Thank you dear friends, some of you were those that reached out to steady me along the way.  The road isn’t finished.  I’ll keep journeying for my entire life.  My choice is not to quit.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“But as for me and my household, we will serve the LORD."  Joshua 24:15&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5972854830473022268?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5972854830473022268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5972854830473022268' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5972854830473022268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5972854830473022268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/05/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3650129996392584592</id><published>2008-04-28T17:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T17:26:15.741-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring - Pictures from Miss Ryder's Room</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;I thought you might enjoy seeing our class.  We just began our unit study on butterflies!  The boys and girls are extremely excited!  I've also included some other pictures from this semester!  Have a great day!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZqVHLz83I/AAAAAAAAAGw/EjJee7PmIR0/s1600-h/spring+057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194456131156833138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZqVHLz83I/AAAAAAAAAGw/EjJee7PmIR0/s320/spring+057.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Our butterfly net and the view from our window! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZqBXLz82I/AAAAAAAAAGo/zbxetM70xNk/s1600-h/spring+058.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194455791854416738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZqBXLz82I/AAAAAAAAAGo/zbxetM70xNk/s320/spring+058.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We can't wait for our butterflies to emerge!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZpzXLz81I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OEjDbKyth3Y/s1600-h/spring+060.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194455551336248146" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZpzXLz81I/AAAAAAAAAGg/OEjDbKyth3Y/s320/spring+060.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZpXXLz80I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mJu3DpCr7d4/s1600-h/spring+059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194455070299910978" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZpXXLz80I/AAAAAAAAAGY/mJu3DpCr7d4/s320/spring+059.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;One of our many books about butterflies! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZpEnLz8zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Fz0fThZ42Cg/s1600-h/spring+055.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194454748177363762" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZpEnLz8zI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/Fz0fThZ42Cg/s320/spring+055.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Isn't he happy?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZor3Lz8yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CligeamZAa8/s1600-h/spring+062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194454322975601442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZor3Lz8yI/AAAAAAAAAGI/CligeamZAa8/s320/spring+062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Our fun Spring flowers! They make the hallway happy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZoVXLz8xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lsQcaNOf_Fw/s1600-h/spring+043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194453936428544786" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZoVXLz8xI/AAAAAAAAAGA/lsQcaNOf_Fw/s320/spring+043.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Nothin' like a good 'ole field trip bus ride!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZn2HLz8wI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sgiY-JX6aGk/s1600-h/spring+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194453399557632770" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZn2HLz8wI/AAAAAAAAAF4/sgiY-JX6aGk/s320/spring+037.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;A recent field trip to the nature center. We fed the fish and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;they came right up to the top of the water.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It was so great!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZnc3Lz8vI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MnI8WeikBUA/s1600-h/spring+008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194452965765935858" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZnc3Lz8vI/AAAAAAAAAFw/MnI8WeikBUA/s320/spring+008.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Petting the animals at the petting zoo! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3650129996392584592?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3650129996392584592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3650129996392584592' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3650129996392584592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3650129996392584592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-pictures-from-miss-ryders-room.html' title='Spring - Pictures from Miss Ryder&apos;s Room'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/SBZqVHLz83I/AAAAAAAAAGw/EjJee7PmIR0/s72-c/spring+057.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8528470162356314563</id><published>2008-04-12T08:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T13:16:53.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Political BLOG</title><content type='html'>THE NURSE'S SONG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This mighty man of whom I sing,&lt;br /&gt;The greatest of them all,&lt;br /&gt;Was once a teeny little thing,&lt;br /&gt;Just eighteen inches tall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew him as a tiny tot.&lt;br /&gt;I nursed him on my knee.&lt;br /&gt;I used to sit him on the pot&lt;br /&gt;And wait for him to wee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always washed between his toes,&lt;br /&gt;And cut his little nails.&lt;br /&gt;I brushed his hair and wiped his nose&lt;br /&gt;And weighed him on the scales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Through happy childhood days he strayed,&lt;br /&gt;As all nice children should.&lt;br /&gt;I smacked him when he disobeyed,&lt;br /&gt;And stopped when he was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It soon began to dawn on me&lt;br /&gt;He wasn't very bright,&lt;br /&gt;Because when he was twenty-three&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't read or write.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'What shall we do?' his parents sobbed.&lt;br /&gt;'The boy has got the vapours!&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't even get a job&lt;br /&gt;Delivering the papers!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Ah-ha,' I said. 'This little clot&lt;br /&gt;Could be a politician.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Nanny,' he cried.&lt;br /&gt;'Oh Nanny, what A super proposition!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Okay,' I said. 'Let's learn and note The art of politics.&lt;br /&gt;Let's teach you how to miss the boat&lt;br /&gt;And how to drop some bricks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how to win the people's vote&lt;br /&gt;And lots of other tricks.&lt;br /&gt;Let's learn to make a speech a day Upon the TV screen,&lt;br /&gt;In which you never never say Exactly what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And most important, by the way,&lt;br /&gt;Is not to let your teeth decay,&lt;br /&gt;And keep your fingers clean.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now that I am eighty-nine,&lt;br /&gt;It's too late to repent.&lt;br /&gt;The fault was mine the little swine&lt;br /&gt;Became the President.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roald Dahl from Charlie and the Great Glass Elevator&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8528470162356314563?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8528470162356314563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8528470162356314563' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8528470162356314563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8528470162356314563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-political-blog.html' title='My Political BLOG'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4975974219737895645</id><published>2008-04-02T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T20:47:41.872-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been tagged</title><content type='html'>Let's see...rules first.Each player answers the questions about herself. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people and posts their names, then goes to each blog to leave a comment, saying "you've been tagged, come to my blog to read the details."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I was doing 10 years ago:&lt;br /&gt;I was eighteen and very excited about going to college. I can almost feel that rush of expectancy that I felt then. I couldn't wait to get to the next step in the journey, to meet new friends and find new adventures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five things on my to-do list today: (The day is almost over, so I'll go back to my list from earlier.)&lt;br /&gt;1. Make sure information is ready for Response to Intervention Team Meeting.&lt;br /&gt;2. Work on analysis of data for my research paper.&lt;br /&gt;3. Have a meaningful conversation with another teacher at school today.&lt;br /&gt;4. Pack for a weekend trip to Cincinnati, OH.&lt;br /&gt;5. Go for a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snacks that I enjoy:&lt;br /&gt;I usually snack with the boys and girls in my classroom. Today we had popcorn. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I would do if I were a billionaire:&lt;br /&gt;1. Help my sister and her school.&lt;br /&gt;2. Pay off my undergrad college loans. (These will soon be gone! Yeah!)&lt;br /&gt;3. Start my own school. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. Buy tons and tons of children's literature!&lt;br /&gt;5. Develop some sort of program to help those who are struggling financially. (They could borrow money and pay it back without interest.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three of my bad habits: (These are all currently being attacked!)&lt;br /&gt;1. I am too sensitive.&lt;br /&gt;2. I am slow to trust.&lt;br /&gt;3. I get too busy with life and don't have time to spend with those that I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five Places I have Lived:&lt;br /&gt;1. Neoga, IL (Good 'ole growing up days.)&lt;br /&gt;2. Greenville, IL (Greenville College)&lt;br /&gt;3. Effingham, IL (In a cute, little house with a dear friend and teacher in our district. Oh, it was so fun!)&lt;br /&gt;4. Effingham, IL (Jenner Apartments...Ahhhh! I miss my little home.)&lt;br /&gt;5. Neoga, IL (Back home while I work on my Master's degree.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five jobs that I have had:&lt;br /&gt;1. Lawn Mower (I started at age 10. The dear lady paid me $15 each time!)&lt;br /&gt;2. Clerk at Mercer's Pharmacy (Oh, if only I would have chosen to be a pharmacist! Think of the money I'd be makin'. HA HA)&lt;br /&gt;3. Music Teacher at Camp New Hope (This is a camp for individuals who are either mentally or physically impaired.)&lt;br /&gt;4. Caller of Prospective Students, Secretary for Student Development, Computer Lab Assistant (All at Greenville College)&lt;br /&gt;5. Educator (Fifth grade teacher - 2 yrs., Title I Teacher - 3 yrs., First Grade Teacher - where I am now, and a home bound tutor)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Five people I want to know more about (A nice way to say TAG!)....&lt;br /&gt;1. Kelli&lt;br /&gt;2. Becca&lt;br /&gt;3. Rachel&lt;br /&gt;4. Kimberly&lt;br /&gt;5. Sonja&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R_Wi881y6LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QCve_REmFKM/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185229713994606770" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R_Wi881y6LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QCve_REmFKM/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4975974219737895645?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4975974219737895645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4975974219737895645' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4975974219737895645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4975974219737895645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/04/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been tagged'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R_Wi881y6LI/AAAAAAAAAFg/QCve_REmFKM/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8676123026737866288</id><published>2008-03-22T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T16:52:23.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Easter!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Greetings one and all! I hope that you’ve had a chance to spend some time with friends and family this weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I’ve been posting about my students and our classroom. It’s been awhile since I’ve shared from the deep corners of my heart to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wonderful Easter season is upon us. I recently ran across a wonderful, well-done audio dramatization of the New Testament. It is so interesting that the same loved stories that I’ve read over and over jump out in vivid color when the sounds of waves are added to the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was listening to the account with ‘new’ eyes of Jesus and the sacrifice he made, my heart began to swell within me. What a blessed people we are! I know that most of you are believers in Jesus, but when you get a new fresh glimpse of the price He paid…Wow! To think that He, the God of the Universe, wants to have a relationship with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My prayer for you is that, during the rush of an early Easter, you can see afresh and anew the love of our God for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father,&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for the price you paid for a lowly person like me. Thank you for loving me for who I am and requiring that I change to be in your image! All of my life is yours and yours alone! Thank you, Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R-WbqM1y6KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JWl6Q8mvpfQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180718095663294626" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R-WbqM1y6KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JWl6Q8mvpfQ/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8676123026737866288?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8676123026737866288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8676123026737866288' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8676123026737866288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8676123026737866288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-easter.html' title='Happy Easter!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R-WbqM1y6KI/AAAAAAAAAFY/JWl6Q8mvpfQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-5628148688692871337</id><published>2008-03-15T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-15T14:23:28.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter from a Student</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dear Miss Ryder, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm glad I'm in your classroom. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;You have been teaching oh most ever thing. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'll miss you in 2nd grad. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope next year our boys and girls obey in school. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Ally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R9w-RQ9yPTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mk5C0vF9qlg/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178082137902038322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R9w-RQ9yPTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mk5C0vF9qlg/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-5628148688692871337?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/5628148688692871337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=5628148688692871337' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5628148688692871337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/5628148688692871337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/03/letter-from-student.html' title='Letter from a Student'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R9w-RQ9yPTI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/mk5C0vF9qlg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7346060416729767100</id><published>2008-03-12T14:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T14:19:49.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signature</title><content type='html'>Okay, I had to try this signature thing!  I hope you're all having a great day!  Our school read 477 Dr. Seuss books today.  Yes, my tongue is tied up in knots! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R9hIrg9yPRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0DB9tdy08ss/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5176967684083039506" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R9hIrg9yPRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0DB9tdy08ss/s400/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7346060416729767100?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7346060416729767100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7346060416729767100' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7346060416729767100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7346060416729767100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/03/signature.html' title='Signature'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R9hIrg9yPRI/AAAAAAAAAFA/0DB9tdy08ss/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3762584894919890390</id><published>2008-03-09T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-09T18:15:52.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Snapshot from First Grade</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Students 1: “I think that when we die, we just go to sleep for a really long time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: “No, that’s not right. Heaven is a place where we become something different and live forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: “You don’t know.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 2: “Yes, I do. My Mommy and Daddy talk about it all the time! I go to church, too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1: “I go to church, too!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Student 1 and 2: “MISS RYDER!!!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder where this conversation falls on the spectrum of church and state issues.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3762584894919890390?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3762584894919890390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3762584894919890390' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3762584894919890390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3762584894919890390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/03/snapshot-from-first-grade.html' title='A Snapshot from First Grade'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6262176393734364925</id><published>2008-03-06T18:39:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T18:47:22.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet and beautiful!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Good day to one and all!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We spent some time writing today and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was very impressed by this six year &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;old’s imagination!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I found wild horses. &lt;br /&gt;Thay wre butefl.&lt;br /&gt;Thy wre pante and white. &lt;br /&gt;The wind was blowing soft.&lt;br /&gt;The mane was blowing.&lt;br /&gt;There were flawers around them.&lt;br /&gt; They were looking at me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a blessed day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6262176393734364925?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6262176393734364925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6262176393734364925' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6262176393734364925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6262176393734364925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/03/sweet-and-beautiful.html' title='Sweet and beautiful!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3899808452715864629</id><published>2008-02-11T14:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T17:21:25.417-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R7DHQHWlFGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o5KBIS-daBI/s1600-h/Reader"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5165847852259546210" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R7DHQHWlFGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o5KBIS-daBI/s400/Reader%27s+Workshop+094.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt; Fun Happy Birthday flowers from my dear sister, Rachel! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;Twenty-eight years of life. Having a birthday so close to January causes me to do more of the New Year's resolution thing at this point in year. Another year gone... How was my time used well? Where did I waste this precious time? How can I improve for the upcoming year of life? What is in store for this year? Well, dear reader, the answers to these questions I will not place here. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Recently, I heard someone ask this question aloud in innocence. Should everything in my life be questioned? Through the help of wonderful friends, I have found the value of questioning. So I'm sure that this next year will be full of questions and peeling of layers. For those of you who are C.S. Lewis fans, I pray that this year God, in His almighty wisdom, will help me by taking His hand, like that of Aslan's claw, and tear away those layers that I cannot on my own. It may be ouchy, but I'm willing to do whatever it takes! I pray that this year will be full of growth and development in my relationship with Jesus. For this is truely all that matters! :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3899808452715864629?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3899808452715864629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3899808452715864629' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3899808452715864629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3899808452715864629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/02/birthday.html' title='Birthday!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R7DHQHWlFGI/AAAAAAAAAD0/o5KBIS-daBI/s72-c/Reader%27s+Workshop+094.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1144431244484216369</id><published>2008-02-08T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:20:56.618-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Classroom Decorations</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Welcome to my First Grade Classroom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6zUNvYIP5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OggoroxRhQw/s1600-h/Reader"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164736205208174482" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6zUNvYIP5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OggoroxRhQw/s400/Reader%27s+Workshop+093.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We are studying the U.S. Presidents. We are singing them in order! My boys and girls are &lt;strong&gt;really&lt;/strong&gt; excited! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6zUB_YIP4I/AAAAAAAAADk/BNF7jLT3c_k/s1600-h/Reader"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164736003344711554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6zUB_YIP4I/AAAAAAAAADk/BNF7jLT3c_k/s400/Reader%27s+Workshop+091.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Writer's Workshop is an individualized approach to the teaching of writing. I give mini-lessons about various types of writing, styles, and conventions. The students simply move their clothes pin to my name if they need to confer with me. They have published some really great books! I'm so proud of my kiddos!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1144431244484216369?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1144431244484216369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1144431244484216369' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1144431244484216369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1144431244484216369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/02/classroom-decorations.html' title='Classroom Decorations'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6zUNvYIP5I/AAAAAAAAADs/OggoroxRhQw/s72-c/Reader%27s+Workshop+093.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3247379876544935665</id><published>2008-02-08T05:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T05:21:53.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6xXE_YIP3I/AAAAAAAAADc/UrPYlohHt0c/s1600-h/Reader"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164598615930847090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6xXE_YIP3I/AAAAAAAAADc/UrPYlohHt0c/s400/Reader%27s+Workshop+078.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;One week ago we had a snow day!  A world of pure white.  Beautiful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3247379876544935665?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3247379876544935665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3247379876544935665' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3247379876544935665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3247379876544935665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/02/snow-day.html' title='Snow day!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6xXE_YIP3I/AAAAAAAAADc/UrPYlohHt0c/s72-c/Reader%27s+Workshop+078.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3638700948940287740</id><published>2008-02-07T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T08:38:35.227-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To brighten your day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6sz0fYIP2I/AAAAAAAAADU/5cIkKAZQfsk/s1600-h/Reader"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164278374579322722" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6sz0fYIP2I/AAAAAAAAADU/5cIkKAZQfsk/s400/Reader%27s+Workshop+081.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;color:#000099;"&gt;Look, Teacher!  New glasses!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3638700948940287740?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3638700948940287740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3638700948940287740' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3638700948940287740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3638700948940287740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2008/02/to-brighten-your-day.html' title='To brighten your day!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/R6sz0fYIP2I/AAAAAAAAADU/5cIkKAZQfsk/s72-c/Reader%27s+Workshop+081.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6022434691935615397</id><published>2007-12-12T14:15:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-12T14:37:07.479-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's been happening?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Whew!  I'm so sorry for not posting in forever!  I think I might stink at blogging... Oh well, another topic for another day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;So, this will be a catch-up blog for the last, slightly hectic, month of my life.  First, the Master's Degree.  Well, I've found that, yes, the classes will come to an end.  There were times this last semester that I wondered.  This is the first time that I have had a class RIGHT after school.  This occured on Monday and Wednesday evening.  Sociological Foundations of Education and Advanced Reading Development have come to a close.  PowerPoint has been used at full speed and my flash drive is a bit overwhelmed, but everything has been handed in.  Now the process of awaiting the final grade.  ONLY ONE SEMESTER TO GO!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;In my classroom, due to a desire to improve instruction and a research project for class, I have started a new reading program.  This program required the organization of my books into leveled book boxes for my students.  Each child has his/her own book box with books that are 'just right' for him/her.  They are really excited and I'm impressed that they can read for 60 min. each day!  Hooray!  If you have questions about this approach I highly recommend The Art of Teaching Reading written by Lucy Caulkins!  (For you homeschool Mommies, this is probably a better approach for a classroom setting.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;And now for the rest of life, wait, is there more?  Just kidding!  Due to some recent required questioning, I've been searching into my own heart more deeply.  Isn't it interesting that others perceive us is certain ways.  In the past two years, I've had some folks point out (sometimes rather harshly) that I'm sort of a Miss Perfect.  Ouch!  What do I do that causes others to view me that way?  Whew, I want to be open enough to let others see my faults.  I don't have it all together.  If you do, please let me know how I can get to that point.  Hee Hee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Okay, on a much lighter note, some first grade funnies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;1.  Miss Ryder, do we have a college in Neoga?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;2.  Written by a student:  Dear Santa,  I hav bin a willy good boy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;3.  Miss Ryder, you have worn the same hair clips for four days now.  We're tired of looking at them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;4.  Yeah, Miss Ryder, I think your hair would look better if you would put flowers all through it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;5.  I can't go to school, I'm conscious.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;6.  Miss Ryder, I think you've lost your mind!  (I hear this one a lot.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;7.  During free time one of my students made a paper cell phone, complete with carrying case and the works.  I made a big deal about his creativity.  Later we were writing spelling words.  The classroom was quiet.  All of a sudden, I hear "ring, ring."  The little boy had his cell phone up to his ear.  Being the crazy teacher that I am, I pulled out my own cell phone and said, "Hello."  The young man respondes with, "Um, Miss Ryder, this is Travis.  I just wanted to call and let you know that I'm finished with my spelling words.  Would you mind to come and look at them?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;My life is rich and full of surprising moments.  Humor was our character word of the week last week.  I'm thankful that we can laugh and enjoy life!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I hope you are all having a great one!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Jo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6022434691935615397?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6022434691935615397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6022434691935615397' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6022434691935615397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6022434691935615397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/12/whats-been-happening.html' title='What&apos;s been happening?'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-3805048269860563544</id><published>2007-11-10T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T21:38:39.087-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Content</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was amazing!!!  What, you ask, dear reader?  Last night I went on a wonderful date!  It all began with a decision to venture to St. Louis, MO.  After stopping briefly in Greenville, IL for a brief venture down memory lane, the journey continued with the first destination being that of the St. Clair Square mall.  The establishment dripped with the icing of Christmas decorations.  Window-shopping and people watching, ahhh… two of my favorite activities.  The warm cozy fire and a perfectly seasoned cup of broccoli, cheese soup waited patiently at St. Louis Bread Company.  Upon warming both body and soul, the journey home began.  A brief pause brought a delightful Pumpkin Spice Latte.  The sounds of Michael Buble filled the car as the warm drink slid down my throat.  Yes, friends it was truly wonderful.  No, I do not have a boyfriend, but there is nothing like treating yourself to a little date now and then! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Resting Contented,&lt;br /&gt;Jo     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-3805048269860563544?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/3805048269860563544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=3805048269860563544' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3805048269860563544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/3805048269860563544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/11/content.html' title='Content'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-7006256524233593801</id><published>2007-10-10T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:08:41.084-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Him!</title><content type='html'>I have been turning the idea of evangelism over carefully in my mind.  How can I help share Jesus with a lost and dying world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christians, equipped with the given guideline or manual, embark upon the large task of sharing the Gospel with others.  Recently, during a visit with a relative, I observed the interactions between a fellow believer and non-Christians.  Rather than kind words or deeds, a haphazard, “God loves you!” was tossed to the hungry souls.  Although I am certain that this dear believer was sincere, I struggled with this approach.  I remember my college days at my alma mater, Greenville College.  We did not have an evangelism specific class, but during resident assistant training, we were encouraged to share Jesus with others.  After loading ourselves into a school van, we drove to St. Louis, MO.  There, at Union Station, we burst from the vehicle, plan in our pockets, eager to share with others.  Our task included locating some dear soul in the mall and having a conversation with him/her.  It was a rather scripted conversation leading to the person’s goals in life and potential prayer.  Please understand I am not trying to say that this type of method never works;  however, in a recent viewing of a helpful video series produced by Dr. Dobson I found an interesting analogy.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine that one of my girlfriends and I were at a gathering of some sort.  We were close friends and I had met a young man at this gathering.  Immediately I thought that the two would be a great match.   I asked my friend to walk over and meet the young man.  The conversation might go like this, “Sally, I’d like for you to meet Bob.  Bob, this is Sally.  Do you guys want to get married?”  Wait a minute!  This would never work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we ask people to simply pray and make the profession of faith, in essence we may be doing the same thing.  There are definitely times of harvest when souls are ready to repent and receive, but there are also many stages in the process. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my younger days I wanted to win souls for Christ, but frankly it scared me to death.  Privately, with those that I knew closely, it was easy, but going up to a perfect stranger.  Unthinkable!  However, overcoming some of those obstacles, I went on two missions trips to both China and the Philippines.  Both trips were wonderful and I came home a changed woman.  Upon self reflection, I realized that rather than me helping the people of these countries, Joana’s heart was changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, that leads me to the present.  I must say, the daily grind is not nearly as exciting as a mission’s trip or full time ministry.  No, sometimes it is difficult to treat my colleagues with love and patience, but I think that this is where my true mission field is.  When day in and day out relationships are built and they see reactions to every circumstance, their hearts can slowly be plowed, molded, planted (repeatedly), and someday harvest will come.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d love to hear your thoughts about this.  I have more to say, but the time has come to ‘hit the hay.’&lt;br /&gt;Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-7006256524233593801?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/7006256524233593801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=7006256524233593801' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7006256524233593801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/7006256524233593801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/10/sharing-him.html' title='Sharing Him!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-223902647944470968</id><published>2007-09-25T19:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-25T19:56:15.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Day on the Path</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Yes, the time in my classroom is currently 9:35p.m.  You heard correctly, I'm still here.  I ran home for a quick supper tonight and came back to prepare for another day in First grade.  The smell of little bodies that have been playing outside in the final, hot days of summer lingers here.  I like being here at night.  Bulletin boards look brighter in contrast with the dark night sky peeking in the window.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Sometimes the end of the day comes to a sudden and abrubt stop.  Today was one of those days.  We're trying something new with discipline.  My plan had been in place for some time, but changes were necessary to comply with a new plan for a school-wide discipline program.  This resulted in several changes in the way I handle the class.  So, by the end of the day our freight train of new learning coupled with the challenges of a new program came to an abrupt end as the 3:05p.m. bell rang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;At the end of the day my feet were requesting a brief hiatus, my head was aching a bit and a faculty meeting was calling for my prescence.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please don't misunderstand, I love what I do.  Teaching, I'm afraid, is closely connected to parenting and there are some days that require more of me than others.  I have the wonderful joy of having 19 boys and girls for approx. 6 hours each day.  It is truly a blessing!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Well, there you have it, a glimpse into my life for today.  Thank you for posting about your lives.  It is good to look over at you, fellow traveler,  on this pathway and give a little wave.  It's closer.....I can almost see it.....One day we'll be home....Rest for our bones....Fellowship beyond compare!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-223902647944470968?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/223902647944470968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=223902647944470968' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/223902647944470968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/223902647944470968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/09/another-day-on-path.html' title='Another Day on the Path'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8530028113975136385</id><published>2007-09-04T17:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T18:45:39.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust</title><content type='html'>I know that it has been a long time since I have sat down to blog. There are reasons, but I won't go into them here. Instead, today, I will choose to focus on the blessings of life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I have a God who loves me with an undying love, giving me the only true hope that exists!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. I have been blessed with a wonderful first grade class! What great boys and girls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. I have a wonderful group of friends and a great family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. I have my health.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The list could go on and on. What a blessed woman I am! Tonight I want to give praise and honor to Jesus for all that He has done! My heart is bubbling over with gratitude. I have entitled this blog "Trust." Each day I'm learning to get my sticky fingers off of my life and simply trust God. He is definately worthy of my trust!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for sticking with me throughout the long absence. I'll hopefully have some pictures from my visits to Cincinnati, Florida, and Holiday world soon. Until then.... Jo&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8530028113975136385?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8530028113975136385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8530028113975136385' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8530028113975136385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8530028113975136385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/09/trust.html' title='Trust'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4790602426723124023</id><published>2007-08-06T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T09:33:23.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keenly Aware of Speed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RrdKZZ_2pmI/AAAAAAAAACM/WrcvkpZq9P8/s1600-h/Quest.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5095623303728899682" style="CURSOR: hand" height="181" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RrdKZZ_2pmI/AAAAAAAAACM/WrcvkpZq9P8/s400/Quest.JPG" width="259" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Please don't fire me from blogging, I simply have been too busy to take time.  As the end of our ten day camp in Mode, IL came, I became aware of the speed of time.  When I was younger, I remember camp lasting for a long time.  I am beginning to understand those who are older and wiser.  Yes, time does seem to fly and I need to stop a savour the sweetness of the precious time we have with those that we love. &lt;br /&gt;Why the dog, flightlight, and man?  I had the joy of teaching the children at our church camp this year.  Our theme was "Quest for Truth."  Some of the songs were very precious.  Sitting on the front row, watching/listening to the children sing "I want to trust Christ" brought tears to my eyes.  Oh, how I hope that they give their lives to Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;Faith Finders came to an end one week ago.  It was  sad to say good-bye to the precious children.  Our last Sunday we had 25 children!  We gave each child a Bible.  They were all so sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;This next week we (Rachel, Lucas, and I ) will be heading to Florida.  We're going to help Rachel move into her new apartment and we'll spend some time just "hangin."  I'll also get to visit my wonderful friend, Kelli and her sweet family.  I'm very excited! &lt;br /&gt;It will probably be awhile before I report again. Try to stay cool! ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4790602426723124023?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4790602426723124023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4790602426723124023' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4790602426723124023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4790602426723124023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/08/keenly-aware-of-speed.html' title='Keenly Aware of Speed'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RrdKZZ_2pmI/AAAAAAAAACM/WrcvkpZq9P8/s72-c/Quest.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1476552330660148461</id><published>2007-07-10T08:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:12:43.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Faith Finders and Trip to the Zoo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuY3wa-EI/AAAAAAAAACE/8b9jFKvjDDk/s1600-h/S3010217.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085600146538559554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuY3wa-EI/AAAAAAAAACE/8b9jFKvjDDk/s400/S3010217.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas singing with the boys and girls at the trailer court.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuUXwa-DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sVtzJaBOh7E/s1600-h/S3010216.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085600069229148210" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuUXwa-DI/AAAAAAAAAB8/sVtzJaBOh7E/s400/S3010216.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rachel telling the story!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuO3wa-CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/l05Vae9on0A/s1600-h/S3010215.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085599974739867682" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuO3wa-CI/AAAAAAAAAB0/l05Vae9on0A/s400/S3010215.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they sweet?!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuEXwa-BI/AAAAAAAAABs/GwpFYPLlH3Y/s1600-h/S3010203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085599794351241234" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuEXwa-BI/AAAAAAAAABs/GwpFYPLlH3Y/s400/S3010203.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Hee&lt;/span&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOt43wa-AI/AAAAAAAAABk/9SfkMIsMveE/s1600-h/S3010200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085599596782745602" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOt43wa-AI/AAAAAAAAABk/9SfkMIsMveE/s400/S3010200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Faith Finders at the Municipal Building&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOtYHwa99I/AAAAAAAAABM/dMlw0b1VMJE/s1600-h/DSC00905_014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085599034142029778" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOtYHwa99I/AAAAAAAAABM/dMlw0b1VMJE/s400/DSC00905_014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The whole gang (front) Kelley, Ana, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caelan&lt;/span&gt;... (Back) Kelsey and Christian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOtMHwa98I/AAAAAAAAABE/L0Ti0NszfU4/s1600-h/DSC00917_026.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085598827983599554" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOtMHwa98I/AAAAAAAAABE/L0Ti0NszfU4/s400/DSC00917_026.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana taking care of the little goat. She made sure he had something to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOtC3wa97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qZRhMwQVGg0/s1600-h/DSC00900_002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085598669069809586" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOtC3wa97I/AAAAAAAAAA8/qZRhMwQVGg0/s400/DSC00900_002.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the animals!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOs5Xwa96I/AAAAAAAAAA0/jCIXB2LX3jg/s1600-h/DSC00931_038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085598505861052322" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOs5Xwa96I/AAAAAAAAAA0/jCIXB2LX3jg/s400/DSC00931_038.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ana, Kelsey and Christian on the swing! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1476552330660148461?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1476552330660148461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1476552330660148461' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1476552330660148461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1476552330660148461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/07/pictures-of-faith-finders-and-trip-to.html' title='Pictures of Faith Finders and Trip to the Zoo'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RpOuY3wa-EI/AAAAAAAAACE/8b9jFKvjDDk/s72-c/S3010217.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-8599967988882680098</id><published>2007-07-09T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T18:18:12.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After a time of slumber, the blogger wakes...</title><content type='html'>Oops!  It's been some time since I last posted.  It is amazing how busy life can be.  Last week was a rather eventful week.  On Thursday, my aunt called to ask if we could babysit her 3 girls.  After confirming that we could, we made plans to go to a nearby zoo.  To make a rather long story short, we ended up adding my uncle's two boys to the mix.  The three Ryder children took all 5 little ones to the zoo, and what a trip it was!  We had tons of fun and laughter!  They all did a really great job.  (I'll post a picture later.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faith Finders is continuing to grow!  Some of the boys and girls have such sweet tender hearts.  One little boy hugged Lucas and said, "I'm so glad I came today.  My Mom will be so proud."  (He was the winner of the quiet seat!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My days are pretty full of a variety of tasks, but I've managed to pick up a couple new books. &lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;em&gt; Set Apart &lt;/em&gt;by Bruce Wilkinson&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;em&gt;The Five Love Languages for Singles &lt;/em&gt;by Gary Chapman&lt;br /&gt;Both have been very interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lucas is gone this week to a band camp.  We miss him, but it is great to still have Rachel home for a couple more weeks!  I have such wonderful siblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully it won't be so long before I can write again!  Have a great week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-8599967988882680098?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/8599967988882680098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=8599967988882680098' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8599967988882680098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/8599967988882680098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/07/after-time-of-slumber-blogger-wakes.html' title='After a time of slumber, the blogger wakes...'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1336272957712243960</id><published>2007-06-25T12:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T12:04:03.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RoARWuIhxrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/akq9B5LwRvU/s1600-h/Picture3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RoARWuIhxrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/akq9B5LwRvU/s400/Picture3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080079461712512690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a fun picture of the whole family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1336272957712243960?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1336272957712243960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1336272957712243960' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1336272957712243960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1336272957712243960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/06/here-is-fun-picture-of-whole-family.html' title=''/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RoARWuIhxrI/AAAAAAAAAAU/akq9B5LwRvU/s72-c/Picture3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-567651230666046978</id><published>2007-06-25T11:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T11:04:43.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RoAQvuIhxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W_pO8NlwfyY/s1600-h/Picture2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5080078791697614498" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; CURSOR: pointer" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RoAQvuIhxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W_pO8NlwfyY/s400/Picture2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Sorry, I had to move to a new computer to post the picture. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Hopefully you are having a good day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-567651230666046978?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/567651230666046978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=567651230666046978' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/567651230666046978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/567651230666046978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/06/picture.html' title='Picture'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lx3KUsvcl14/RoAQvuIhxqI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W_pO8NlwfyY/s72-c/Picture2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2266007913358042991</id><published>2007-06-25T10:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:12:16.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Busy Sunday!</title><content type='html'>I think that Interstate 57 has some ruts from my tires. Sunday I traveled across it 4 times. :) It was a great day! We had 5 children at our first Faith Finders meeting in the trailer court. We had 6 children at our meeting in town. A total of 11 children! Wow! The children at the trailer court were so sweet and sincere! I'm excited about next Sunday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture from our church camp last year! Aren't the children so cute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2266007913358042991?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2266007913358042991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2266007913358042991' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2266007913358042991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2266007913358042991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/06/another-busy-sunday.html' title='Another Busy Sunday!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-1350372336858578753</id><published>2007-06-18T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T13:35:30.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double the fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday was our second "Faith Finders" meeting.  We doubled our attendance.  Instead of one, we had two.  A little girl came.  She was so precious!  After picking her up from her house, we walked to the building together.  She grabbed onto my hand and held it for the four block walk.  So sweet!!  Lucas told the story of Adam and Eve.  Both Caelan and this little girl were very interested.  It was great! :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Today I've been working in my new *First Grade* classroom.  I'm so excited!  I'll have to take a picture and post it for you all when I'm finished.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I've been thinking, mostly due to the Psychology class that I'm taking, about my personality.  I've taken a few personality tests and it seems that I am indeed and introvert and an idealist.  Interesting...  Although some may look at a personality test and then claim to be a certain way, requiring others to 'deal' with it.... I think it is more a highlight of some of my areas of weakness.  Okay, so I'm an introvert.  Does that mean that I shut out relationships with others just to stay in my comfort zone?  I think not.  So, my new challenge is to alter my personality.  Now, this may sound a bit rash.  I don't mean that I'm trying to be someone that I am not; however, I want to recognize and begin the process of changing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Here's to a rambling post.... I hope you're all having a splendid day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jo  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-1350372336858578753?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/1350372336858578753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=1350372336858578753' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1350372336858578753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/1350372336858578753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/06/double-fun.html' title='Double the fun!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-2531290830661905181</id><published>2007-06-13T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T20:49:44.605-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Fallen and I Can't Get Up!</title><content type='html'>Yes, dear friends I followed in the footsteps of my mother.  Today was day two of summer college classes.  I left my dear zip drive in the computer I was using for my Research class this morning.  I arrived for my evening Psycological Foundations of Education class an hour early so that I could retrieve the drive.  Upon exiting the education building I waited patiently for a brief recess in traffic so that I could cross the street.  Some dear soul paused to allow me to cross.   I anxiously began rushing to get out of the way.  I tripped, careening my body toward the heavens.  As we all know, what goes up must come down.  I landed on my knees an promptly fell forward, landing/sliding on my left arm.  Boy, where are you all with the video cameras when I need you? ;)  We could all be rich!  Well, I have some pretty cool battle scars.  Hopefully the old wives tale of things coming in threes will not occur!  Be careful, you could be next!  Hee Hee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-2531290830661905181?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/2531290830661905181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=2531290830661905181' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2531290830661905181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/2531290830661905181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/06/ive-fallen-and-i-cant-get-up.html' title='I&apos;ve Fallen and I Can&apos;t Get Up!'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-6476558067599234801</id><published>2007-06-11T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T10:37:20.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Moments in Stressful Circumstances</title><content type='html'>I don't even have the good excuse of a monkey on my head! ;) (I loved that one, Sonja!) I've blogged a few times since my last post, but I didn't publish. I think I was trying to be profound, or something. After a wonderful, brief chat with my dear friend, Juwah, I was encouraged to write about the normal "stuff." So, here goes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday morning dawned bright and sunny! Beautiful weather for a restful day. Ahhhhh! I jumped in my car for the hour drive to service. I read a story on the way...(Yes, sometimes I read while driving.) It was an encouraging story about a little girl who began reaching out to other boys and girls in her neighborhood. After many days of hard work and patience they listened to the storied that she told about Jesus and gave thier lives to Him! I also listened to a wonderful song by Sandy Patty. Okay, I have to admit, I'm not a huge Sandy Patty fan, but her song, "Falling Forward" is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had the wonderful priveledge to once again teach the wonderful children at my church. I'm so blessed to have such a great group of children with wonderful Mommies and Daddies! They were full of questions this Sunday. It's exciting to see their little minds beginning to grab onto truth!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right after morning service, I drove back home. Lucas, my brother, and I had our first "Faith Finders" meeting. This is a new ministry that we have started in our hometown. For the past few years, my heart has been aching to share Jesus with these precious little ones who do not have positive influences on their lives. This past Thursday evening, Lucas and I visited several homes and invited the children to come. As I drove/walked the same paths on Sunday, I found several were not home and others were not allowed to come. As I rounded the corner of the last street I saw Lucas, expectant face smiling, awaiting my arrival with several children. This was not the case. We had no children. I sat down in our decorated room and tears flowed freely from my eyes. How could it be that these parents don't want their children to know Jesus? Was I wrong in thinking that this was something that we should do? Lucas stood and looked out of the front door. My Uncle, my father's brother, and his young son were exiting their vehicle. We proceeded with our plan for Caelan. We had a wonderful time. My Uncle stayed for the entire time. This was such a blessing, since they have not been faithfully attending church. Today, my Aunt called. She is going to bring her girls and some other children from their town. My Uncle had called her and expressed the program in detail, stating that his son had a wonderful time! Wow! Maybe we are in Neoga to reach our family! We can do nothing without God's help! Please pray for us, if you have the chance. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A HUGE THANK YOU TO THE HOARD FAMILY FOR THE LOVELY TREAT BAGS!!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After our service, I went back to church in Salem. It was a wonderful time of discussion and fellowship. Two of the Gilley girls followed me home. We had a fun group visiting from GBS. They are taking Lucas to a youth camp this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were getting ready to eat the yummy food that my mother had fixed when the phone rang. My Mom, in a rush to answer to phone, tripped and fell. To make a long story short, I took her to the emergency room around 11:00p.m. She broke her arm, close to her elbow, and badly sprained her ankle. We got home around 2:30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are in the process of remodeling their house, so tonight Dad and I moved out all of our appliances so that the an Amish man can come tommorrow to redo all of the hard wood flooring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I entitled this blog Happy Moments in Stressful Circumstances...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Micah Thomas praying in Sunday School.... I wish you all could hear him! It's precious! All of the children's prayers are precious, but he's so little! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Happy unexpected beverages from friends!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The fun umbrella hat for "Faith Finders"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Singing "Elevation" to the tune of "Celebration" in the emergency room with my mother at 1:30a.m.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. A nurse with a great sense of humor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gas for $2.99!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. My father laying hands on our fridge and praying that God would help us get the blessed thing out of our house in one piece! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Happy notes from visitors!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until next time....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-6476558067599234801?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/6476558067599234801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=6476558067599234801' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6476558067599234801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/6476558067599234801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/06/happy-moments-in-stressful.html' title='Happy Moments in Stressful Circumstances'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6676289954566460058.post-4629527936389894336</id><published>2007-05-14T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-14T18:58:26.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well watered garden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;And the LORD will continually guide you, And satisfy your desire in scorched places, And give strength to your bones; And you will be like a watered garden, And like a spring of water whose waters do not fail.  Isaiah 58:11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;My life is pleasantly packed with a variety of tasks that are calling my name!  Therefore, my blogging will be less than consistent.  In fact, I set up this blog quite some time ago.  After much thought I did retrieve the password from the long term memory files. :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;As I contemplated a title for this blog, one of my favorite scriptures came to mind.  Several years ago I was in one of my rather dry spots when I came across this passage.  Continual guidance.  Thank goodness!  As a single gal, I'm so thankful for a Heavenly Father's willingness to guide me by the gentle nudging in the quietness of life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Strength.  The King James Version says 'make fat thy bones.'  Okay, this is not an end that I am seeking, but strength, awwww.  Courage to push through the mundane and sometimes the insane! :)  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;A well watered garden...A stream whose waters do not fail!  During my Junior year of College, I had the privilege of taking a 10 day hike through the Smokey Mountains.  Midway through the hike we spent a day and night alone, fasting and praying.  My leaders chose a beautiful spot for me.  I was placed in a valley of lush, green moss.  A bubbling, joyous brook wound its way through the bottom.  Moss islands stood in the middle of this brook.  I remember the awe of the beauty of God's creation.  My deepest desire is that my life my be like a well watered, bubbling brook of the love of Jesus to those around me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;I hope you all have a wonderful and joyous day!  I may come and read your blog, but it will be some time before I blog again. : )  Toodle-oo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6676289954566460058-4629527936389894336?l=joryder.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/feeds/4629527936389894336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6676289954566460058&amp;postID=4629527936389894336' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4629527936389894336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6676289954566460058/posts/default/4629527936389894336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://joryder.blogspot.com/2007/05/well-watered-garden.html' title='Well watered garden...'/><author><name>Jo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06294278291132880344</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry></feed>
