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		<title>By: Vienna</title>
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		<dc:creator>Vienna</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Jan 2008 15:23:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This awesome post made me think of something.  My daughter just came out of the terrible threes.  For some reason the terrible twos were delayed with her.  She was a wonderful two year old.  As sweet as can be, and would do nearly everything I asked of her.
April of 2007 began her third year with cantankerous tempertantrums, refusing to potty train or even go to the bathroom.  (No, not even using a diaper.  Just dangerously holding everything until drastic measures had to be taken)  talking back, writing on the wall for the 10th time, cutting her own hair, subsisting on yogurt, apple sauce, peanut butter, chocolate milk, orange juice and goldfish, refusing to comply with any requests until mom instituted &quot;the choice&quot; option, &quot;Do you want to_______, or do you want a spanking?&quot;  Fill in the blank with take a nap, eat, bathe, brush your teeth, pick up your toys, get a hug...... .  And that actually worked without me having follow through on the second option. But ohmy, having to say that thirty times a day for the past year...sigh.

Through all of that I would look at her and smile and think, &quot;you are such a delight to me Rebekah Melanie!&quot;  Sometimes I&#039;ll look at her after she&#039;s been such a pain, and sunshine will burst open inside of me, and I wonder is that how God feels about me?  I know I can be a pain in the keester.  In spite of that does my Father still look at me and receive pleasure just because?</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This awesome post made me think of something.  My daughter just came out of the terrible threes.  For some reason the terrible twos were delayed with her.  She was a wonderful two year old.  As sweet as can be, and would do nearly everything I asked of her.<br />
April of 2007 began her third year with cantankerous tempertantrums, refusing to potty train or even go to the bathroom.  (No, not even using a diaper.  Just dangerously holding everything until drastic measures had to be taken)  talking back, writing on the wall for the 10th time, cutting her own hair, subsisting on yogurt, apple sauce, peanut butter, chocolate milk, orange juice and goldfish, refusing to comply with any requests until mom instituted &#8220;the choice&#8221; option, &#8220;Do you want to_______, or do you want a spanking?&#8221;  Fill in the blank with take a nap, eat, bathe, brush your teeth, pick up your toys, get a hug&#8230;&#8230; .  And that actually worked without me having follow through on the second option. But ohmy, having to say that thirty times a day for the past year&#8230;sigh.</p>
<p>Through all of that I would look at her and smile and think, &#8220;you are such a delight to me Rebekah Melanie!&#8221;  Sometimes I&#8217;ll look at her after she&#8217;s been such a pain, and sunshine will burst open inside of me, and I wonder is that how God feels about me?  I know I can be a pain in the keester.  In spite of that does my Father still look at me and receive pleasure just because?</p>
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		<title>By: Dana</title>
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		<dc:creator>Dana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 18 Jan 2008 13:31:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Thank you for the wonderful reminder that we are precious to Him. For me as a woman, to understand that my Father loves me so much, even in all of my failures and shortcomings, amazes and humbles me. Thank You Father for Your great love for me and Your sacrifice of Your Son!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Thank you for the wonderful reminder that we are precious to Him. For me as a woman, to understand that my Father loves me so much, even in all of my failures and shortcomings, amazes and humbles me. Thank You Father for Your great love for me and Your sacrifice of Your Son!</p>
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