<?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-4644872095079124912</id><updated>2011-12-19T10:31:07.322-06:00</updated><title type='text'>12:1 Adventures</title><subtitle type='html'>Wherever He leads I'll go...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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>199</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3607670972439500055</id><published>2011-12-05T06:33:00.028-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-19T10:31:07.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Christmas Tree</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyDgcfIbjTY/TtzA_TI-fVI/AAAAAAAAC-8/VYl__j0G0WA/s1600/Picture%2B010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682629023536938322" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NyDgcfIbjTY/TtzA_TI-fVI/AAAAAAAAC-8/VYl__j0G0WA/s200/Picture%2B010.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;One of the things that I love about teaching my kids at home is that I am learning so much alongside them. I was never really that interested in history &amp;amp; science when I was in school. I can list a whole host of reasons why, but then I would just be shifting blame and complaining. I think it is better to say that as years come and go, I believe that my tastes in many things have evolved. I have had to read many different types of books for work and for the kids. I believe it has stretched me in so many good ways. In the past, I took what people said about things that happened in history as fact. I had not researched it for myself and was not interested in doing so. If it sounded believable, I let it pass as truth. I know that was a big mistake on many levels! One of those subjects that I let this occur in was the history of the Christmas tree. I had been told that the decorating of Christmas trees was really a pagan practice meant to worship tree spirits. Christians tried to justify participating in this practice by changing some of the ornaments to represent Christ. Over the years, I have allowed this wrong information to rob me of some of the joy of the season. I am so thankful that this year in the study of the early Church I have learned the truth. I am going to briefly outline what I learned: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Winfrid, better known as St. Boniface, was an Anglo-Saxon Englishman in the early 700s. His first assignment as an ordained priest was to the pagans of Freisland, Germany. Sadly, his first experience on the mission field was unsuccessful and discouraging. However, the Father sent him again to Germany...this time to Hesse. It was very common for the people of Hesse to worship trees and other things in nature. As it is recorded, one day, Boniface was traveling through the woods and came upon a group of people ready to sacrifice a young prince to the "gods" of a massive (6 foot across) oak tree. Boniface "intervened" it says to rescue the prince. He cut down the tree. He is quoted as saying, "How stands your mighty god? My God is stronger than he." Now that he finally had the attention of the people of Hesse, he began using the example of a fir tree (evergreen), common in the area, to share of the one true God and His everlasting love for them. Slowly the symbol of the evergreen tree and God's gift of eternal life through Jesus Christ began to move through Europe and eventually to the Americas.&lt;/span&gt; Now, I challenge you not to take my word for it! Research it for yourself and enjoy your celebration of the Gift of Christ!! For the first time this year, I am looking at our tree in a whole new light. I am also looking for opportunities to share the everlasting love of Christ. AT &lt;em&gt;Pictures:&lt;/em&gt; This is how we are remembering the Christmas tree and participating in "Advent" this year. The kids made chocolate Christmas Trees. They get to eat one chocolate per day. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WctSZu7Dxnc/Tty-Hm_1i0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/MiuDXV0Dgvg/s1600/Picture%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682625867771382594" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WctSZu7Dxnc/Tty-Hm_1i0I/AAAAAAAAC-Q/MiuDXV0Dgvg/s200/Picture%2B015.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzjSvLnVlSE/Tty-I_CyIHI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/jL30y_NOAqw/s1600/Picture%2B016.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682625891406061682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OzjSvLnVlSE/Tty-I_CyIHI/AAAAAAAAC-Y/jL30y_NOAqw/s200/Picture%2B016.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta-t-GZjpoY/TtzAigD25LI/AAAAAAAAC-w/nQI7n6t3OMI/s1600/Picture%2B018.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682628528788923570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ta-t-GZjpoY/TtzAigD25LI/AAAAAAAAC-w/nQI7n6t3OMI/s200/Picture%2B018.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Not Pictured:&lt;/em&gt; We are still lighting our Advent candles each Sunday and reflecting on the coming of Christ as well as reading a "Christmas Book" each night. (&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/12/travis-traditions.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read more about these traditions)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3607670972439500055?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3607670972439500055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3607670972439500055' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3607670972439500055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3607670972439500055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-tree.html' title='The Christmas Tree'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-NyDgcfIbjTY/TtzA_TI-fVI/AAAAAAAAC-8/VYl__j0G0WA/s72-c/Picture%2B010.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6058074053398084692</id><published>2011-11-30T02:42:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-05T06:31:58.935-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Thankful Month 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqQxfa18c4U/TtyaOOvZrZI/AAAAAAAAC90/YjVeadN5eoQ/s1600/Picture%2B019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682586399100480914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dqQxfa18c4U/TtyaOOvZrZI/AAAAAAAAC90/YjVeadN5eoQ/s200/Picture%2B019.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just as in the past 2 years, we spent the entire month of November reflecting and giving thanks for the blessings the Lord has bestowed on us. This year, instead of a "tree", we decided to create a "Thankful Book". It was always interesting each day to see what the kids would write. Some days, it was the simple things like fresh water and electricity that they chose to remember. While other days, they wrote things like salvation, family and true friends. It is fun to look at the finished book. I am amazed at how the simple act of praising the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_tC9D4TOgE/TtyaNsqciwI/AAAAAAAAC9o/lK9EvRfRzCM/s1600/Picture%2B014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682586389952891650" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I_tC9D4TOgE/TtyaNsqciwI/AAAAAAAAC9o/lK9EvRfRzCM/s200/Picture%2B014.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Father can really get our minds and hearts ready for the holiday season. The holiday suddenly really does become about HIM. May you enjoy a wonderful month celebrating the precious gift of Christ. AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sorry, no deep thoughts for the month. I have list a few of my Thanksgiving blogs from years past if you are interested. Thanksgiving 2010 &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010_11_01_archive.html"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/seated-at-his-table.html"&gt;Seated at His Table&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-am-i-hungry-for.html"&gt;What am I hungry for?&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/chew-on-this.html"&gt;Chew on This&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvluWoGHmcM/TtyaNYiHIgI/AAAAAAAAC9c/8uY_01l-OtE/s1600/Picture%2B013.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5682586384549224962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uvluWoGHmcM/TtyaNYiHIgI/AAAAAAAAC9c/8uY_01l-OtE/s200/Picture%2B013.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4644872095079124912-6058074053398084692?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6058074053398084692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6058074053398084692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6058074053398084692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6058074053398084692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/11/our-thankful-month-2011.html' title='Our Thankful Month 2011'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-dqQxfa18c4U/TtyaOOvZrZI/AAAAAAAAC90/YjVeadN5eoQ/s72-c/Picture%2B019.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-918637043979176963</id><published>2011-11-08T10:14:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:26:17.241-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Pastry Baker!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672661546152265970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 101px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-iDdqTQlq2HI/TrlXnwVsiPI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Oxy0agx7fLU/s200/thumbnail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Upon moving into a new neighborhood, I met “Arnold,” a pastry baker. I was looking for a cooking supply needed by Amy. I was surprised to find him extremely open to a friendship even after only a couple of conversations. Over the next few months, I found myself having tea with Arnold once or twice a week. Sometimes I would stop by and talk to him while he worked in his pastry shop, but as hard as I worked to move the conversation toward faith-based conversations, he worked just as hard to move it away. After spending more than a year visiting, Arnold said that he wanted to teach me how to make the pastries that are his passion. I agreed and thought that I was in for a fun morning. After a day of mixing, kneading, rolling, making and baking, I had learned a small portion of what Arnold wanted to teach me. He asked if I could come back the next day so that we could really get to the “important” stuff. My mind was reeling as I mentally reviewed everything on my to-do list that would have to be shuffled if I spent another day at the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NrmVN3wTMqI/TrlXnlUlXoI/AAAAAAAAC9E/bou5rBFvuSw/s1600/thumbnailCAQLN575.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672661543194812034" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 133px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NrmVN3wTMqI/TrlXnlUlXoI/AAAAAAAAC9E/bou5rBFvuSw/s200/thumbnailCAQLN575.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;bakery. A couple of hours into day two of my “training” as a baker, Arnold turned to me and asked what I believed about the end of the world. We talked for two hours about what each of us believed, how they were similar, and more importantly how they differed. The work in Central Asia is slow. We are often tempted to make judgments of an individual’s receptiveness to the Good News based on a handful of interactions. Arnold, like many others, just needed to determine if I was willing to stick with him whether he believed or not. Arnold has not come to faith…yet. However, he is asking questions that allow for the Truth to be shared with boldness and unwavering truthfulness.&lt;br /&gt;It took a year to start spiritual conversations, but it was worth the wait! MT&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFgEZdR6SI/TrlXnuj1ORI/AAAAAAAAC84/ZAM_06-Clh4/s1600/thumbnail%2B3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672661545674684690" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EIFgEZdR6SI/TrlXnuj1ORI/AAAAAAAAC84/ZAM_06-Clh4/s200/thumbnail%2B3.jpg" 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/4644872095079124912-918637043979176963?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/918637043979176963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=918637043979176963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/918637043979176963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/918637043979176963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/11/becoming-pastry-baker.html' title='Becoming a Pastry Baker!!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-iDdqTQlq2HI/TrlXnwVsiPI/AAAAAAAAC9Q/Oxy0agx7fLU/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8422327577221655319</id><published>2011-11-04T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:14:11.561-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Karate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOXiJMsd1Hk/TrlUAxEqUXI/AAAAAAAAC8s/aqYTRyOKAXo/s1600/PB050293.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672657577799471474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lOXiJMsd1Hk/TrlUAxEqUXI/AAAAAAAAC8s/aqYTRyOKAXo/s200/PB050293.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I feel blessed to have the privilege of living overseas with children. Having children opens so many doors to meet neighbors and other members of the community. I believe locals find me as a foreigner more approachable because of our common position as wives and mothers. Currently, my children (ages 10 &amp;amp; 8) are participating in a local sports club. They love the opportunity to exert some energy and make friends, and I am enjoying the fellowship of local women. &lt;br /&gt;Over the course of a month, I noticed an elderly woman from time to time waiting with the other parents. She sat withdrawn from the other waiting moms, and she never joined in the chatter and fellowship. Truth be told, she has a very sad and somewhat mysterious presence about her.&lt;br /&gt;One Saturday, as the Lord would have it, she entered the club and decided to sit on the bench right next to me. I began small talk with her and even shared a plate of cookies passed-out by the staff. After about an hour, she asked me to point out my children. I thought it was pretty obvious, but continued pleasantries by indicating which two belonged to me. She &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFb0luRLpuQ/TrlUAncL0II/AAAAAAAAC8g/zRwIAR0ZIZs/s1600/PB050292.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672657575213781122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gFb0luRLpuQ/TrlUAncL0II/AAAAAAAAC8g/zRwIAR0ZIZs/s200/PB050292.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;then very gravely informed me that several weeks ago she felt compelled to put a hex on my children. Her reasoning was: “so that their foreign souls would not harm her grandson, and so that they would not succeed and do better than her grandson in karate.” It is very common for women of all cultures to deal with jealousy; however it seems to be much heightened in this society. It is also just as common for women in Central Asian culture to dabble in folk religious practices. However, I must say that my initial response was shock. Thankfully, the Lord gave me His words to share. I basically shared with her that my family loves her and her grandson. We intend her no harm. I also explained to her that my husband and I pray in the name of Jesus over and for our children daily. Jesus is the King of Kings and Lord over all. Nothing happens without His permission. At that point, her face changed from the grave sadness to a strange grin, and she replied, "We know of Him and He is greatest over all."&lt;br /&gt;I cannot quite wrap my mind and hands around what might be going on in this woman’s life, but I do know that the Father desires her heart and fully desires that she proclaim Him Lord of all. I am praying that the Lord gives me more opportunities to share truth with her as well as the other moms. One meeting at a time...AT&lt;br /&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/4644872095079124912-8422327577221655319?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8422327577221655319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8422327577221655319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8422327577221655319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8422327577221655319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/11/fall-karate.html' title='Fall Karate'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-lOXiJMsd1Hk/TrlUAxEqUXI/AAAAAAAAC8s/aqYTRyOKAXo/s72-c/PB050293.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2477700475999297890</id><published>2011-10-31T09:47:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T10:04:53.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy All Martyr’s Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672654145276760962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-lt1Zj9eDcSU/TrlQ497eU4I/AAAAAAAAC8U/_MbACvwwc0I/s200/PB040282.JPG" border="0" /&gt;Our theme this year was "The Kingdom of God". God is the King of Kings, and we are His children. That makes us princes and princesses. We spent the day dressed up in "royal" clothes and speaking very royally! We carved our pumpkin. I am so thankful that the Father cleans us out and places His light in us!! We made crowns. We will be given crowns in heaven that we will have the privilege of lying at the feet of Jesus. We baked brownies and made pumpkin soup. We read about people that have gone around the world and given their lives to share the good news of Jesus Christ with a lost and dying world. It is not an easy job, but it is one that all believers are called to. We pray you made the holiday a special one with your family. William Travis &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh2ug4eWAnY/TrlQkIiQKJI/AAAAAAAAC7U/OCuFdQP5x6o/s1600/PB040270.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672653787346512018" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-bh2ug4eWAnY/TrlQkIiQKJI/AAAAAAAAC7U/OCuFdQP5x6o/s200/PB040270.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRiGEoGOmKw/TrlQkvxnYtI/AAAAAAAAC7g/H32b1_YcvHQ/s1600/PB040271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672653797879931602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xRiGEoGOmKw/TrlQkvxnYtI/AAAAAAAAC7g/H32b1_YcvHQ/s200/PB040271.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hs7h7eug2Yk/TrlQlPjRLjI/AAAAAAAAC7s/eFbe54_OAjc/s1600/PB040275.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672653806409690674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-hs7h7eug2Yk/TrlQlPjRLjI/AAAAAAAAC7s/eFbe54_OAjc/s200/PB040275.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra5VHGHPA6g/TrlQlRuezPI/AAAAAAAAC74/3y9dHl_wyps/s1600/PB040290.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672653806993591538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ra5VHGHPA6g/TrlQlRuezPI/AAAAAAAAC74/3y9dHl_wyps/s200/PB040290.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRff069lfs4/TrlQmcLZqgI/AAAAAAAAC8E/PZvFjhIxa5s/s1600/PB040291.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672653826979113474" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iRff069lfs4/TrlQmcLZqgI/AAAAAAAAC8E/PZvFjhIxa5s/s200/PB040291.JPG" 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/4644872095079124912-2477700475999297890?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2477700475999297890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2477700475999297890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2477700475999297890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2477700475999297890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/10/happy-all-martyrs-day.html' title='Happy All Martyr’s Day'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-lt1Zj9eDcSU/TrlQ497eU4I/AAAAAAAAC8U/_MbACvwwc0I/s72-c/PB040282.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7816361568192869636</id><published>2011-10-27T09:19:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T09:44:54.217-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's in double digits!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H72aNtkwwg/TrlK6f2RhCI/AAAAAAAAC6w/tZN1Uzze8Mo/s1600/DSCF4363.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672647574491857954" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1H72aNtkwwg/TrlK6f2RhCI/AAAAAAAAC6w/tZN1Uzze8Mo/s200/DSCF4363.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know all moms say this, but it really is amazing how quickly time goes by. It is hard to believe that it has been a whole decade that I have had the wonderful privilege of being the mom of this precious boy. William celebrated many times over the course of the week. Since Matt was needed in Van, we had a family party on the 24th. The big toy around here right now is "Beyblades". Of course, what they have here is the cheep version that breaks easily. Fortunately, we were able to get a hold of some nicer ones. They seem to be pretty solid. I think they are really the modern day version of tops. On William's birthday, he opened packages &amp;amp; cards from loved ones; played at the park; rode his bike &amp;amp; skates; and had a PJ/movie afternoon. When Matt returned from Van, he took William and 2 local friends to the new 7D theater and bowling alley. Yes, DIY is moving up in the world. They just put these in the new mall last month...along with a "pizza" place!! William had a good week. I look forward to seeing all that God is going to do in his life over the next 10 years! 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I read it this morning during my alone time, and I thought of you, so I decided to share. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;I Thessalonians 5:16-28&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;16 Rejoice always;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Yes, the Bible really does say ALWAYS. Not just when we feel like it....not just when things are going "good"....not just when it's easy.....ALWAYS (Phil. 4:4; Ps. 33:1) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;17 Pray without ceasing;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Talking to God should be so much apart of our lives that on our every breath are praises and petitions to the Father. Our hearts should be constantly at His feet. (Eph. 6:18) &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;18 In everything give thanks; for this is God's will for you in Christ Jesus;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; You want to know God's will for your life? It's right here....to have a thankful heart. This is a command, by the way, not a suggestion. The verse says &lt;em&gt;in everything&lt;/em&gt; give thanks. See verse 16 again for more clarification on timing.... (Ps 107, 92) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;19 Do not quench the Spirit; &lt;/span&gt;Do not put out or stifle the Holy Spirit. What do we think that means? Some would say that this is a warning to unbelievers to "beware" of messing with the Spirit of the Lord. However, I believe that because this was a letter from Paul to the church that Paul is specifically talking to persons that are indwelled with the Spirit. He is warning us not to try to take on the roll of the HS. Yes, some are gifted with discernment and may be aware of a brewing problem - but the Spirit is the convictor of sins....yes, some are gifted in evangelism - but the Spirit draws all men to Himself....yes, some are gifted in teaching - but the Spirit gives wisdom to those that ask. I think you see where I am going. We are to be faithful servants, but we are not the King of Kings. Let Him sit on the throne of our hearts and use us as He chooses. (I Peter 3:15)&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;20 Do not despise prophetic utterances. 21 But examine everything carefully; hold fast to the which is good; 22 abstain from every form of evil;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I think that 20-22 should really all be one verse because they are really one thought. As a Baptist, sometimes I freak-out a little bit when someone says they have a "prophetic word", and I believe rightfully so. The "freak-out" part comes, unfortunately, because all too often people say that they have a word from God when in reality they don't. With all good intentions sometimes they are simply trying to "make you feel better". The opposite of that would be with bad intent they are trying to glorify themselves or manipulate a situation. I think the key here is personally having an intimate relationship with the Father and knowing His word. If someone comes to you with a word, take it to the Father yourself. He will confirm it for you. (I John 4:1-2) Then you can tell the Baptist part of you to lighten up and dance a little before the Lord! : )&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt; 23 Now may the God of peace Himself sanctify you entirely; and may your spirit and soul and body be preserved complete, without blame at the coming of our Lord Jesus Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Sounds easy right??? Hummmm....well...I wish! The process of sanctification is a lifelong process and boy sometimes it hurts. One day at a time...right? (Romans) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;24 Faithful is He who calls you, and He also will bring it to pass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; OHHHH, but yes that is the good part. We are not trying to sanctify ourselves. It is He who is faithful to us. (Phil. 1:6) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;25 Brethren, pray for us.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; I love it that Paul asks for prayer. I believe prayer is the real battle ground. Our family is so grateful for the many prayer warriors that stand guard on the battle field for us. (Matt. 7:7-11) &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;26 Greet all the brethren with a holy kiss. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;We now live in a culture that a kiss on each cheek is a proper greeting. I am not a "physical touch" love language person, so I admit this has been a big adjustment for me over the past 2 years. However, I am making progress in this area, and I plan to give each of you a 'big ole smack-a-roo' the next time I see you - in the name of the Lord, of course! &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;27 I adjure you by the Lord to have this letter read to all the brethren. 28 The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ be with you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I am just following Paul's recommendation by sharing the word. Yes, may the grace of our Lord Jesus be with you!! 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Genesis 11 says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;3 "They said to each other, “Come, let’s make bricks and bake them thoroughly.” They used brick instead of stone, and tar for mortar. 4 Then they said, “Come, let us build ourselves a city, with a tower that reaches to the heavens, so that we may make a name for ourselves; otherwise we will be scattered over the face of the whole earth.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;The second passage is Joshua 4 which says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"1 When the whole nation had finished crossing the Jordan, the LORD said to Joshua, 2 “Choose twelve men from among the people, one from each tribe, 3 and tell them to take up twelve stones from the middle of the Jordan, from right where the priests are standing, and carry them over with you and put them down at the place where you stay tonight.”&lt;br /&gt;4 So Joshua called together the twelve men he had appointed from the Israelites, one from each tribe, 5 and said to them, “Go over before the ark of the LORD your God into the middle of the Jordan. Each of you is to take up a stone on his shoulder, according to the number of the tribes of the Israelites, 6 to serve as a sign among you. In the future, when your children ask you, ‘What do these stones mean?’ 7 tell them that the flow of the Jordan was cut off before the ark of the covenant of the LORD. When it crossed the Jordan, the waters of the Jordan were cut off. These stones are to be a memorial to the people of Israel forever.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;You may be asking, “What do these stories have in common?” I believe they have more than we see at first glance. At the tower of Babel we see a people so focused on building up their own names that they lost sight of the creator. They wanted to be famous rather than making Him famous. Funny, I didn’t get their names. Joshua, in contrast, led the people of God to build a memorial to His faithfulness for future generations. It is amazing to me that we then read a few verses later in verse 14 of the same chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"14 That day the LORD exalted Joshua in the sight of all Israel; and they stood in awe of him all the days of his life, just as they had stood in awe of Moses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;Now, you may be thinking, “So are you saying that Joshua was exalted because He followed God’s command to him?” Yes…and no. Joshua was made famous, but not for his own sake. Joshua was made famous and revered in the site of Israel because it accomplished God’s purposes. Joshua would later lead the army of God into battle and those men needed a strong respected leader to follow. Joshua was not made king of Israel; they already had God as their King. Joshua was a man who followed God for His glory. His work was to point to highlight Famous One that He might be glorified throughout the earth for his contemporary and future generations.&lt;br /&gt;How often do I look to build a monument to my own name, even under the pretense of “doing it for God” rather than building a memorial to His faithfulness? MT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-9125325933503321284?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/9125325933503321284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=9125325933503321284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/9125325933503321284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/9125325933503321284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/09/who-am-i-exalting.html' title='Who am I exalting?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-DWt8q4Qc8rk/TqasSwlWBBI/AAAAAAAAC6M/FSkUJCAVW-g/s72-c/joshua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3616248363403405104</id><published>2011-09-11T12:16:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T12:56:14.839-05:00</updated><title type='text'>9-11  A Challenge 10 years later...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qA4c8WOJyg/Tmz12-2IsoI/AAAAAAAAC5s/jOd0JZ_d3TI/s1600/We_Will_Never.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651161957374931586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2qA4c8WOJyg/Tmz12-2IsoI/AAAAAAAAC5s/jOd0JZ_d3TI/s200/We_Will_Never.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As I was taking time to remember, reflect &amp;amp; pray today over the tragic events that took place 10 years ago, I believe the Holy Spirit challenged me with a question? "What would it look like if every Believer were able to share the gospel in 9 min. and 11 seconds?" If you are a Believer, than you would agree with me that all those that died on September 11th would want those of us that are still here on earth to be about ONE TASK....helping people to be ready for eternity. Yes, I am a firm proponent of relationship building; meeting people where they are; making my life a bridge; living a life that causes people to seek truth...all those things that take time. HOWEVER, I think that all too often I miss opportunities where the simple telling of the great news of Jesus Christ needs to take place. Why do I miss those opportunities? Well, I have a whole list of excuses; however, on this day of remembering, the question that comes to me over and over again is: "If the people that died 10 years ago had 9 min. and 11 sec. left to discuss eternity with someone, would I step up to the challenge?" As a native English speaker, I have a whole host of "tools" to help me accomplish this task. &lt;a href="http://contenderministries.org/romanroad.php"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Roman Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.eeinternational.org/pages/page.asp?page_id=23717"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Evangelism Explosion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=c-c1E5j3xD0"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bridge Brochures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; just to name a few. These are great ways to systematically share the simple and accurate truth of God's desire to have a relationship with us for eternity. So, how will I step up to the challenge today? How will you? Can we share the gospel in 9 min. and 11 sec.? NO - well, then let's figure out how. YES - well, then let's do it at least once every week!! Eternity is at stake! AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If interested&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; c&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-were-you.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;lick here for my "Where was I" post&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3616248363403405104?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3616248363403405104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3616248363403405104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3616248363403405104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3616248363403405104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/09/9-11-challenge-10-years-later.html' title='9-11  A Challenge 10 years later...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-2qA4c8WOJyg/Tmz12-2IsoI/AAAAAAAAC5s/jOd0JZ_d3TI/s72-c/We_Will_Never.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6808150235262143030</id><published>2011-08-30T05:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T14:14:40.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wrap up the Summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGBmJluiexc/Tm0HUj12BII/AAAAAAAAC50/QlPHBoMpwsw/s1600/P8310109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651181157219697794" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FGBmJluiexc/Tm0HUj12BII/AAAAAAAAC50/QlPHBoMpwsw/s200/P8310109.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Where do you go/what can you do when you live in Central Asia/The Middle East and you want to escape the summer heat? Excellent question, excellent question....if anyone comes up with an affordable/do-able answer to that question before next August, please email me!!! I confess I am a big wimp, and this summer has been (still IS!) miserable for me. I am not sure if it was that we really didn't have a spring, (We went from cool in the 70s to 110 degrees!) or if it was the fact that we moved again and were just so busy all summer. This is our 3rd summer without central air. You would think I would be adjusting!! We did have pleasant weather at the lake for Family Camp this &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAfHiJT9uQc/Tm0HU61XypI/AAAAAAAAC58/DdemixucKqM/s1600/P9010148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651181163391732370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zAfHiJT9uQc/Tm0HU61XypI/AAAAAAAAC58/DdemixucKqM/s200/P9010148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;month. We traveled to a higher elevation. I didn't think that it would make that big of a difference; however, the nights were actually cold! Then for the holiday after Ramazan we traveled north again. It was nice just to have relief in the evenings. (see our facebook pages for pictures). Well, we will begin our full homeschool program on the 12th of September. Sorry, I have not written much this summer. I'll blame it on the heat again....I guess my brain has been fried. I pray the new year gets off to a good start for each of you, and that you are starting to enjoy &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmcHIQcDuPc/Tm0HVEKEiuI/AAAAAAAAC6E/zIXsruqaUuA/s1600/P9010150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651181165894470370" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TmcHIQcDuPc/Tm0HVEKEiuI/AAAAAAAAC6E/zIXsruqaUuA/s200/P9010150.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall weather, smells and food!! Much Love, AT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PICTURES: the family picture is taken at an old church carved into the side of a mountain; the Starbucks was our big splurge in the big city!! GOD IS GOOD : )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6808150235262143030?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6808150235262143030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6808150235262143030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6808150235262143030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6808150235262143030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/08/wrap-up-summer.html' title='Wrap up the Summer'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-FGBmJluiexc/Tm0HUj12BII/AAAAAAAAC50/QlPHBoMpwsw/s72-c/P8310109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2622697175108358009</id><published>2011-08-12T05:23:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T08:31:55.352-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How devoted am I to prayer?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw7yc179RVM/Tmitau5KodI/AAAAAAAAC5k/4IZ5hCO8XTk/s1600/Ramadan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649956407312294354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hw7yc179RVM/Tmitau5KodI/AAAAAAAAC5k/4IZ5hCO8XTk/s200/Ramadan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;2 years ago, shortly after we arrived in country, Matt wrote a blog briefly describing Ramazan and an experience he had with a new friend. &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/meeting-people-where-they-are.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;(click here to read)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I would love to report that the friend has become a Believer or that any one of our new friends has come to faith; however, that is not the case. Is it heartbreaking? YES, of course! We have grown to love our new "family" and friends. We desperately desire for them to walk in truth. However, we are choosing not to be discouraged. We know that God is working. It has been a blessing to be serving alongside a local fellowship of Believers in our current city. Their testimonies are a treasure to behold and hearing each one has grown us and strengthened our hearts for this work. If I had to sum up what most &lt;a href="http://www.mbbconference.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"MBBs" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;would share as their one "life-line" on how they survive as a persecuted individual; their main thing that drew them to faith; their one thing that they depend on each day; their advice to all believers...it would be the importance and the power of prayer!! We have available to us 24/7 the ear of the Almighty and HIS Son sitting beside him making petitions on our behalf!! HOW POWERFUL IS THAT!! I am ashamed that I do not spend more time just sitting at the feet of the Father talking, praising and standing in the gap for others. Many MBBs still do two things that I think are great "habits" to help them in the area of prayer. The first one is continuing to pray during the 5 daily "calls to prayer". I am not talking about the memorized prayers. I mean that they use the sound of the minaret as a reminder to stop what they are doing and spend time connecting with the Lord. When we first moved overseas getting use to the new sounds took some doing. However, it was Grace that decided she liked the "music" and was going to pray along. We were a little shocked at first, but decided she was right. We didn't know a word of the local language, so of what other use could we be for HIS work, but to pray. (and of course, as it turns out, prayer is still the best and most effective work!!) I think that the churches in Christian countries need to consider going back to playing music from their steeples. This is a great daily reminder. Perhaps when we are back in &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jz_NH65QYPk/Tmitab0So9I/AAAAAAAAC5c/h5igea9HpFY/s1600/2800065826_3f6a6e5584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649956402191573970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Jz_NH65QYPk/Tmitab0So9I/AAAAAAAAC5c/h5igea9HpFY/s200/2800065826_3f6a6e5584.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the States we will set a clock to chime just to stay in the habit!! The second thing that some MBBs still do is carry their &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Prayer_beads"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"prayer beads"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;Much like many other religions in the world, the beads are used to remind a person of prayers or other things of importance. When I was a kid the popular thing at camps, VBSs, etc. was to make the bracelets of colored beads that symbolized "the plan of salvation". We wore them as a reminder to share the good news. In recent years, many people have been wearing rubber bracelets. The colors remind them of things of importance....cancer awareness, remembering the military, save the rainforest, etc.! Many also wear items asking WWJD? and/or post stickers all over their cars, refrigerators and mirrors....all in an effort to help them keep their priorities in line. (at least that is what I am choosing to believe!) When we were leaving to begin this journey, our pastor gave Matt and I each very special Saint Christopher medals. They are a powerful reminder to us of the importance of the Great Commission. I guess that it really doesn't matter if you are carrying special beads, wearing cross or a medal, sporting handmade beads/colored bracelets, or leaving yourself stickers &amp;amp; notes. What matters is that we are strategical in devoting ourselves to prayer and the work of the Lord. So I guess this blog leads me back to my original question...How devoted am I to prayer? Do I have focused times each day, each week, each month or each year to fast and pray? If not, what do I need to do right now to make prayer a priority? &lt;br /&gt;Prayerfully growing in Him....AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2622697175108358009?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2622697175108358009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2622697175108358009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2622697175108358009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2622697175108358009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/08/how-devoted-am-i-to-prayer.html' title='How devoted am I to prayer?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-hw7yc179RVM/Tmitau5KodI/AAAAAAAAC5k/4IZ5hCO8XTk/s72-c/Ramadan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2149415567726367996</id><published>2011-07-20T10:24:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-07T08:03:16.809-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How is a parking lot better than a park?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xjTKzgZ-Po/TjwMBV446sI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oFy78m3xCQE/s1600/P7200003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637394050756176578" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3xjTKzgZ-Po/TjwMBV446sI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oFy78m3xCQE/s200/P7200003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When we moved almost a year ago, one of the things that we were very excited about was living right on the largest park in the city. We had all kinds of dreams of spending hours meeting people and allowing the children tons of exposure to language and play. As the year moved forward, we discovered the lush allure of the park had a really big down side. The park is constantly crowed with people from all over the city. It is rare to run into the same people over again. This made it hard for Matt &amp;amp; I to build relationships with adults and made it unsafe for William and Grace to go out and play without &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sQ48xCRxLE/TjwMBL7EutI/AAAAAAAAC5M/aqQdeXfTt94/s1600/P7200002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637394048080984786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-8sQ48xCRxLE/TjwMBL7EutI/AAAAAAAAC5M/aqQdeXfTt94/s200/P7200002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;supervision. The neighborhood children were allowed to go out alone, but because there were no adults to monitor them, they were often mischievous and acted like little gangs often vandalizing cars, buildings and park equipment. William and Grace held their own most of the time, but the teasing and constant pestering was beginning to wear on them. Grace is very outgoing, but even she would often vote to simply play alone in her room. However, when we were told we were going to need to find a new apartment, we immediatety began looking around the park. It still seemed in our minds to be the best location in the city. It was close to our store, friends, most major markets, etc., and despite the constant craziness of the park kids, we thought it was the best option for exercise and play. I confess as the month wore on in looking for a house, I was quite discouraged. I really did not want to move AGAIN away from &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh-qJZlgeqQ/TjwMA_EIm2I/AAAAAAAAC5E/kKzW8w1zH8c/s1600/P7200001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637394044629326690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vh-qJZlgeqQ/TjwMA_EIm2I/AAAAAAAAC5E/kKzW8w1zH8c/s200/P7200001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what had become familiar. My neighbors were just opening up, and the local bakers and grocers were finally comfortable with us. The day that Matt found our current apartment I was in an awful mood. Perhaps, it was that I knew God was going to take us through a bigger change than I wanted, or maybe it was just that fact that I realized once again I had assumed upon what God was doing. Whatever the case, I pitched a big fit. Yep, you read that right. As Matt kept driving what seemed like further and further and further out of the city, my aggravation level kept going further and further and further up! When I saw the building, I refused to even go up and look at the flat. SOOOOO, Matt patiently and with a great deal of love began turning around (W &amp;amp; G were almost in tears!). PTL, the Father got a hold of me and I realized my stupidity! I apologized, and Matt turned back again so that we could look at the apartment. The rest of the story most of you know. It took about a month to get moved and some water and electrical issues worked out, but here we are. Today as I looked down at our parking lot and watched William and Grace playing with the other kids in our building it struck me: In God's hands, a plain, flat parking lot can be a hundred times better than a park with all its walking trails and equipment. In the short time that we have been here, W&amp;amp;G have made real friends. The kind of kids that come to your door and ask you to come out; the kind that teach you new games and encourage you to keep trying; the kind that miss you when you aren't there; and that we miss when they aren't there. Yes, we still have to have safety rules, and finding shade in this crazy heat is a big factor, but GOD IS GOOD!! If He can take coal and make it into a diamond, he can take a parking lot and make it into playground!! We are blessed! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2149415567726367996?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2149415567726367996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2149415567726367996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2149415567726367996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2149415567726367996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/07/how-is-parking-lot-better-than-park.html' title='How is a parking lot better than a park?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-3xjTKzgZ-Po/TjwMBV446sI/AAAAAAAAC5U/oFy78m3xCQE/s72-c/P7200003.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1682307675563778576</id><published>2011-07-07T10:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:23:35.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0XUduFqZDY/TjwJHrFGClI/AAAAAAAAC4s/owWg-hTAkBQ/s1600/P7070181.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637390860988844626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-G0XUduFqZDY/TjwJHrFGClI/AAAAAAAAC4s/owWg-hTAkBQ/s200/P7070181.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Grace had a wonderful birthday. She started the day with a small family party opening gifts from us and packages that have come in the mail. She then celebrated with a trip to the pool...which is a major treat in this city. She had a small party in the evening after her karate class sharing cake and balloons with friends. One of her favorite things to do is to go on a "date with daddy", so she got all "spiffed-up" and hit the town with her favorite fella. Blessings to our sweet 8 year old!! AT &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re9Hc4zIKI0/TjwJHaa7uoI/AAAAAAAAC4k/gjjAnK5M6d0/s1600/P7010157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637390856517040770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-re9Hc4zIKI0/TjwJHaa7uoI/AAAAAAAAC4k/gjjAnK5M6d0/s200/P7010157.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZJsdpxRprU/TjwJIJmZawI/AAAAAAAAC48/_jKJIgFyLqQ/s1600/P7070184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637390869181590274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZJsdpxRprU/TjwJIJmZawI/AAAAAAAAC48/_jKJIgFyLqQ/s200/P7070184.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sRqvMMhzUs/TjwJH96Ui2I/AAAAAAAAC40/NYedzI72Oqo/s1600/P7070182.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637390866043931490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--sRqvMMhzUs/TjwJH96Ui2I/AAAAAAAAC40/NYedzI72Oqo/s200/P7070182.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-1682307675563778576?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1682307675563778576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1682307675563778576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1682307675563778576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1682307675563778576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/07/birthday-girl.html' title='Birthday Girl'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-G0XUduFqZDY/TjwJHrFGClI/AAAAAAAAC4s/owWg-hTAkBQ/s72-c/P7070181.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7556847239217082663</id><published>2011-06-30T02:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-01T07:42:17.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niehXtUdvoU/TgwqDP7RVxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/_3ygct144lo/s1600/P6260145.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623916269982013202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-niehXtUdvoU/TgwqDP7RVxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/_3ygct144lo/s200/P6260145.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...well, for the week anyway...Yes, I have confessed before that one area I struggle with is holding on too tightly to William and Grace. I know that the Father has great things for them, and William has proven himself over and over to be a trustworthy boy of integrity. However, he is still only 9...an YEP, you got it...I am the momma!! I like for all my chicks to be in the coop at night! We are now half way through his first time away at camp. We have heard from him once. He is having a good time. I imagine he is going to come back having grown in language 10 times. He will speak circles around the &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdtkMLOVSLI/TgwqEFjBgUI/AAAAAAAAC4U/TwAX0RyG6Jk/s1600/P6260146.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623916284375826754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZdtkMLOVSLI/TgwqEFjBgUI/AAAAAAAAC4U/TwAX0RyG6Jk/s200/P6260146.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;rest of us, but my prayer for him this week is that he experiences God in a new way. I have been praying that the Holy Spirit speaks to his heart and reveals truth. William accepted Christ as Savior when he ws 6 years old. He has been growing and learning; however, I know that God has an amazing plan for him. The Father will walk with him each step of that path, but it does not mean it will be an easy journey. William (like each of us) needs to know the taste, the smell, the voice &amp;amp; sounds, the presence and the ways of God so intimately that he knows without hesitation the will of the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVYop8ATmFk/TgwqEnFew7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/9WCJNecbBss/s1600/P6260147.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623916293378720690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GVYop8ATmFk/TgwqEnFew7I/AAAAAAAAC4c/9WCJNecbBss/s200/P6260147.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Father. It is our prayer that he always walks in wisdom and truth. He now has 3 more full days of camp and then a long 4th day of 8 hours in a packed van! Please pray alongside us for William and the many children at camps, VBSs, Backyard Bible Clubs and retreats all around the world this summer. Let 2011 be a year that many hear and receive the Gospel of Christ. Let the nations be glad and the heavens rejoice at the harvest!! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-7556847239217082663?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7556847239217082663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=7556847239217082663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7556847239217082663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7556847239217082663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/06/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-niehXtUdvoU/TgwqDP7RVxI/AAAAAAAAC4M/_3ygct144lo/s72-c/P6260145.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2420792887575755946</id><published>2011-06-12T06:22:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T07:18:36.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contentment</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRbw2_UV3Ck/TfStW9Gj6yI/AAAAAAAAC3s/5ikJ3u17Ma4/s1600/DSCF3842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617305245108661026" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-sRbw2_UV3Ck/TfStW9Gj6yI/AAAAAAAAC3s/5ikJ3u17Ma4/s200/DSCF3842.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am sure that I don't know a single person that doesn't struggle with this at least some of the time. It is one of those things in life that if not kept in check, runs away with our heart's affections and mental attitude. Isn't it interesting how when we are asked to speak about, teach about or counsel on a particular subject, it is often the very area that we need to grow in!! That is where I found myself this week. I was presented with a particular problem by someone I am discipling. I do have a strong opinion (of course) on their situation, and I would really like to step in and take matters into my own hands; however, as I prayed for them; prayed for the situation; prayed for &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzdWoxMmNhs/TfStX-AvT0I/AAAAAAAAC4E/L4RdoUXP1sk/s1600/DSCF4113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617305262532546370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WzdWoxMmNhs/TfStX-AvT0I/AAAAAAAAC4E/L4RdoUXP1sk/s200/DSCF4113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what I should say; prayed for how I should proceed...the Father asked me one thing, "What do you think I want to be the lasting lesson in this?" WOW....the lasting lesson. To "solve" the problem would not really be lasting. There would be other similar things that would quickly come along. Life is just like that....one thing after another... The only thing that is constant is God. Being content with our situation is always hard. In the waiting process sometimes we think we are going to waste away. However, God uses the processes of making us wait and helping us find satisfaction as tools &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5sKdVJuH2s/TfStXoet2OI/AAAAAAAAC38/jiLLiaUyLVc/s1600/DSCF4105.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617305256752699618" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-c5sKdVJuH2s/TfStXoet2OI/AAAAAAAAC38/jiLLiaUyLVc/s200/DSCF4105.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;to grow us into His likeness. They are tools that sharpen us and mold us for service to Him. If we always want something, whether it be an item of some sort or a change, when will we ever be truly satisfied? Satisfaction only comes when we decide to have thankful hearts that praise Him in all situations at all times. We have a friend that is in prison. Matt took his wife, children, sister and mother to visit him this week. I am ashamed to say that the report I was expecting to get was of how hard it is for him, how he is struggling, etc. Instead, the report that came was one of praise to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KobVM0D6GH8/TfStXH3LCpI/AAAAAAAAC30/eNtT099uiZs/s1600/DSCF4093.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5617305247996906130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-KobVM0D6GH8/TfStXH3LCpI/AAAAAAAAC30/eNtT099uiZs/s200/DSCF4093.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the Lord for His goodness. He gave Matt a beaded pen holder covered in crosses that he had made. He is boldly sharing his faith in everything he is doing; and in faith walking with a thankful heart in his difficult circumstance. WOW....that is the lasting lesson!! What will I choose today - thankfulness &amp;amp; contentment? AT &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"We are afflicted in every way, but not crushed; perplexed, but not despairing; persecuted, but not forsaken; struck down, but not destroyed;....Therefore we do not lose heart, but though our outer man is decaying, yet our inner man is being renewed day by day. For momentary, light affliction is producing for us an eternal weight of glory far beyond all comparison, while we look not at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen; for the things which are seen are temporal, but the things which are not seen are eternal."&lt;/em&gt; II Corin. 4:8-9; 16-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2420792887575755946?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2420792887575755946/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2420792887575755946' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2420792887575755946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2420792887575755946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/06/contentment.html' title='Contentment'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-sRbw2_UV3Ck/TfStW9Gj6yI/AAAAAAAAC3s/5ikJ3u17Ma4/s72-c/DSCF3842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7084435408968085546</id><published>2011-05-27T06:27:00.023-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-28T10:24:42.835-05:00</updated><title type='text'>May Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-8aifj1cMk/Td-L2Q2BfHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/jiCvzaMw2TQ/s1600/P5210077.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611357425077681266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-8aifj1cMk/Td-L2Q2BfHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/jiCvzaMw2TQ/s200/P5210077.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is the month of May really almost over? Wow, it seems like it has been non-stop! The month started a little rough. As I mentioned in my last post, we were all quite ill at Easter. However, we pushed through and have been running all month. The first weekend, I attended a local ladies' conference. It was about 9 hours from here...twisting through mountains and driving sometimes ridiculous roads (to American standards). I was able to sit in the front so I only "heaved" a few times - nothing traumatic!! However, it was so worth it to gather with believers and learn and grow together. These women have amazing stories. I can't wait to share them with those that are interested!! (Fall 2012 - now scheduling!) We returned on Mother's Day. My sweet family had the house cleaned and had found a nice table and chair set for the balcony. On the 10th, I celebrated my 35th birthday! WOW! I now have to move up a level in my &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKS0OStWh8M/Td-L2pZIybI/AAAAAAAAC3g/ByRCIkcsnig/s1600/DSCF3337.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611357431667411378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UKS0OStWh8M/Td-L2pZIybI/AAAAAAAAC3g/ByRCIkcsnig/s200/DSCF3337.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;face cream, but at least by company standards I am allowed to weigh more!! (YEAH!) The second weekend, we had locals from our first city in country fly over for a visit. It was so wonderful to reconnect. Praise the Lord for language growth as I was able to share more of my faith. We also attended the local fellowship together. There is nothing like hearing truth from people that know your background. I am so thankful to be a part of this special group. The third weekend, we took a trip out of the city. We traveled straight up into the mountains - 5 hours from here about a mile above sea level. It was an &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHlJCndiiGQ/Td-L2mf3XkI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/HZLzEb9MtrE/s1600/DSCF3407.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611357430890323522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UHlJCndiiGQ/Td-L2mf3XkI/AAAAAAAAC3Y/HZLzEb9MtrE/s200/DSCF3407.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;amazing 3 days. We climbed all over the biggest castle any of us have ever seen. We rode a ferry out to an island that had a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mX98qEMh0Zw/Td-L2NpTs_I/AAAAAAAAC3I/_44r2d-OW_g/s1600/DSCF3296.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611357424219042802" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mX98qEMh0Zw/Td-L2NpTs_I/AAAAAAAAC3I/_44r2d-OW_g/s200/DSCF3296.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;monastery from 700AD. Grace's big event of the weekend was a trip to a cat reservation. There are only 300 pure Van cats left on the planet. The university in Van is now trying to preserve the breed. Honestly, I think they are a little freaky looking, but Grace enjoyed herself. You can Google it if interested. We have pictures on facebook of all these weekends. The kids have one more week of homeschool; however, we will continue having our language tutor through the summer. The kids are now working on language books with the grade levels they just finished in American school. (2nd &amp;amp; 3rd) I am so proud of them! May has been a wonderful and exciting month for the Travis family. We pray you all enjoy a wonderful Memorial Weekend and the start to an amazing summer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just wanted to catch everyone up; sorry this blog was a bit random....I love wild flowers! AT&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spSaO_b4U10/Td-L2MEl4jI/AAAAAAAAC3A/4Ybrqv8rKVM/s1600/DSCF3294.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611357423796609586" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-spSaO_b4U10/Td-L2MEl4jI/AAAAAAAAC3A/4Ybrqv8rKVM/s200/DSCF3294.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&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/4644872095079124912-7084435408968085546?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7084435408968085546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=7084435408968085546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7084435408968085546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7084435408968085546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/05/may-flowers.html' title='May Flowers'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-W-8aifj1cMk/Td-L2Q2BfHI/AAAAAAAAC3Q/jiCvzaMw2TQ/s72-c/P5210077.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-185053003413234733</id><published>2011-04-25T09:52:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T14:57:20.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599538971859918594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-BaLVpHJmFJQ/TbWPBvuqnwI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ukh-BlRIbNU/s200/P4240040.JPG" /&gt;Well, I had hoped to post all the exciting things that we had planned to do over the Easter weekend; however, William spiked a 104 fever on Friday night and it was all downhill from there. We have all "caught" something. We had to cancel our plans with local friends and only Matt was able to attend the special church service in a neighboring city. We still rejoice and proclaim.....BLESSED BE YOUR NAME!! Sooooooo; we basically had an "at home-in PJs" Easter. There will be no pictures of the family all "spiffed-up". We are really glad that our church program was last weekend. The kids worked so hard I would have hated for them to have missed it. You can check out photos on &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPZ6xBmb9tI/TbWPBlefLwI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Hp_dl1jxrXc/s1600/P4240041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599538969107705602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-xPZ6xBmb9tI/TbWPBlefLwI/AAAAAAAAC2Q/Hp_dl1jxrXc/s200/P4240041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Matt's facebook page. I am also really glad that we have been celebrating and doing activities for Easter for 2 weeks. It would have been a big bummer if we had saved everything for this weekend! Lollie (Matt's sister) gave the kids some special egg "markers". They did muster the energy to do 2 eggs each before they wanted to lie back down. We still plan to color eggs next weekend with some locals that have never done it before. We are also going to be sharing our 12 Resurrection Eggs with them. William's big present was a game for the computer and Grace's was &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-by82qAtGh-k/TbWPBIitm1I/AAAAAAAAC2I/l_eajzyu8rs/s1600/P4240043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599538961340799826" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-by82qAtGh-k/TbWPBIitm1I/AAAAAAAAC2I/l_eajzyu8rs/s200/P4240043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a new "little pony". Poor things, we put the baskets on our bed this year thinking that everyone might just want to lay down to open gifts and read scripture. We were a pitiful sight!! No chocolate bunnies this year, but the kids have changed their taste buds to the candy here so everyone was happy! (not that any of us needed sugar while ill, or trying to keep from getting ill!!)&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFF6klw5kMk/TbXOeC1ZulI/AAAAAAAAC2g/0CGR9Q7-EyM/s1600/P4230039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608727257332306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-VFF6klw5kMk/TbXOeC1ZulI/AAAAAAAAC2g/0CGR9Q7-EyM/s200/P4230039.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Matt still missed not having his Cadbury Creme eggs, but he's adjusting! : ) We miss each of you and pray that you all enjoyed a wonderful holiday season. Praise His Holy Name!! AT &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iU857Vcqc60/TbXOenA6AdI/AAAAAAAAC2o/pXfPhmHJiVo/s1600/P4230036.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608736969261522" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-iU857Vcqc60/TbXOenA6AdI/AAAAAAAAC2o/pXfPhmHJiVo/s200/P4230036.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZlIDsW4gqM/TbXOe9acLNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/J_UP3z8seMA/s1600/P4230037.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608742981938386" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QZlIDsW4gqM/TbXOe9acLNI/AAAAAAAAC2w/J_UP3z8seMA/s200/P4230037.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-f-FCcUe7s/TbXOfIxPXqI/AAAAAAAAC24/2zUBPG5dSPc/s1600/P4230038.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599608746030358178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-f-f-FCcUe7s/TbXOfIxPXqI/AAAAAAAAC24/2zUBPG5dSPc/s200/P4230038.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-185053003413234733?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/185053003413234733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=185053003413234733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/185053003413234733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/185053003413234733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/easter-2011.html' title='Easter 2011'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-BaLVpHJmFJQ/TbWPBvuqnwI/AAAAAAAAC2Y/ukh-BlRIbNU/s72-c/P4240040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2749909793493984848</id><published>2011-04-23T09:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-25T09:52:00.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day12 - Last EGG!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v396sw0nV3M/TbWHZl4BnoI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Sk2xUfNvZbs/s1600/P4250052.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599530585438658178" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v396sw0nV3M/TbWHZl4BnoI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Sk2xUfNvZbs/s200/P4250052.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 28: 5-8&lt;/span&gt; He has risen!! HE HAS RISEN INDEED!! Praise the Lord, our last egg we found empty. We serve a risen Savior. He was/IS victorious! Sin, death and hell now no longer have power over those who trust in Christ for salvation. It says in John 8:36,&lt;em&gt; "So if the Son makes you free, you will be free indeed!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is:&lt;/span&gt; Are we walking in the freedom that Christ has given us or are we allowing unbelif to hold us back? Are we boldly sharing this good news with those around us? Freedom is Sweet!! AT &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKsNeZ55mFA/TbWHZ0uHrtI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/Xpmcy1C76mQ/s1600/P4250048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599530589423644370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-JKsNeZ55mFA/TbWHZ0uHrtI/AAAAAAAAC1Y/Xpmcy1C76mQ/s200/P4250048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_bpMGI162U/TbWHacUc7TI/AAAAAAAAC1g/5vw88pXJL64/s1600/P4250049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599530600053402930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-E_bpMGI162U/TbWHacUc7TI/AAAAAAAAC1g/5vw88pXJL64/s200/P4250049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2749909793493984848?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2749909793493984848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2749909793493984848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2749909793493984848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2749909793493984848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day12-last-egg.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day12 - Last EGG!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-v396sw0nV3M/TbWHZl4BnoI/AAAAAAAAC1Q/Sk2xUfNvZbs/s72-c/P4250052.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8552458956605579051</id><published>2011-04-22T11:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T12:00:09.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day11</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtA7zmoJKHQ/TbGwhTJzicI/AAAAAAAAC1A/GevhGG6qZI8/s1600/P4220031.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598449897921808834" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-NtA7zmoJKHQ/TbGwhTJzicI/AAAAAAAAC1A/GevhGG6qZI8/s200/P4220031.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 28:1-3&lt;/span&gt; and opened an egg containing a small stone. The &lt;strong&gt;Resurrection Eggs&lt;/strong&gt; book states that the stone that was placed in front of Christ's tomb was bigger than a door and as heavy as a car. In the area that we live in now, we have seen tombs with stones that fit this description. It is really quite fascinating. You can &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/03/which-bible-should-i-read.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to view a few pictures I have posted on this blog. You can &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxI9mjvJHEk/TbGwh9DXmII/AAAAAAAAC1I/80VkOM89kBg/s1600/P4220030.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598449909169100930" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XxI9mjvJHEk/TbGwh9DXmII/AAAAAAAAC1I/80VkOM89kBg/s200/P4220030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;also check out my facebook page if interested. The &lt;strong&gt;Resurrection Eggs&lt;/strong&gt; book also says, "Words about the stone being miraculously rolled away and about Jesus' resurrection from the dead are the most encouraging and hope-giving words a Christian could ever have." &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is:&lt;/span&gt; Are we standing ready, waiting for the miracle that Christ has for us? Do we believe His promises? Do we trust in His amazing plan? We pray you all have a wonderful holiday weekend!! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-8552458956605579051?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8552458956605579051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8552458956605579051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8552458956605579051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8552458956605579051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day11.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day11'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-NtA7zmoJKHQ/TbGwhTJzicI/AAAAAAAAC1A/GevhGG6qZI8/s72-c/P4220031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-989401449464365624</id><published>2011-04-21T10:42:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-22T11:39:06.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day10</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598444903746002306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YKCKanCsqV8/TbGr-mZgXYI/AAAAAAAAC0w/aDLI2w7L1dI/s200/P4220029.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 27:57-61&lt;/span&gt; - Today we opened an egg containing a white linen cloth. It is interesting to think about the people that are not mentioned in the Bible. Those that were followers of Christ, but not among the 12, and perhaps those that maybe didn't consider themselves "followers", but stood on the sidelines listening, watching...pondering. Joseph of Arimathea was like that. He was a rich man likely a member of the Jewish leadership. He is not mentioned before this time; however, he had to have been secretly observing and listening to Jesus. In the end, he decided to step forward in boldness and ask for the body of Christ. How many people are there like that around our families, our ministries our churches, etc.? We will never know for sure, but I know that they are there. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is:&lt;/span&gt; When people look at our life do they see a genuine love for Christ? Is Christ proclaimed in our treatment of each other and our service to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfNz7G5Zhhc/TbGr-zKcJ6I/AAAAAAAAC04/wgB7xJlOYlM/s1600/P4220028.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5598444907172472738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xfNz7G5Zhhc/TbGr-zKcJ6I/AAAAAAAAC04/wgB7xJlOYlM/s200/P4220028.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;those around us? We desire that it be said of us as individuals and as the "Travis Team" that we glorify God and have integrity in all that we do. May we seek Him with boldness and with all our hearts - AT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-989401449464365624?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/989401449464365624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=989401449464365624' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/989401449464365624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/989401449464365624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day10.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day10'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-YKCKanCsqV8/TbGr-mZgXYI/AAAAAAAAC0w/aDLI2w7L1dI/s72-c/P4220029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-401207476557139254</id><published>2011-04-20T06:32:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-20T08:42:46.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJKiPcRu4A/Ta7FUa5xNHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/-QM8fLX-dTY/s1600/P4200017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597628341477782642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-EoJKiPcRu4A/Ta7FUa5xNHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/-QM8fLX-dTY/s200/P4200017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we read from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:31-37&lt;/span&gt;, and opened an egg containing a spear. Yes, Jesus actually died. It was not a trick. He didn't just collapse from exhaustion. To make sure that he was really dead, the soldiers pierced His side. When they did, out came water and blood. Later in the day, William asked why this was proof. Well, since the only "C" I received in college was in biology and Matt had already gone to work, I decided to look it up on the internet. I didn't really find the answer that I was looking for as far as why water being there and not just blood was important. (How did that mean He was already dead?) However, I did find a ton of things on all the symbolism that is represented. It was quite interesting. Again, like yesterday, I am amazed at all the details that the Father has woven together. I won't go into the details; you can Google if interested. Any of my nurse/doctor/biology smart friends are &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SuHM4t0M_s/Ta7FT1PmlaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/8uwzhIQNyIE/s1600/P4200018.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597628331368813986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8SuHM4t0M_s/Ta7FT1PmlaI/AAAAAAAAC0g/8uwzhIQNyIE/s200/P4200018.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;welcome to answer the question for William. I know he would appreciate it. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is: &lt;/span&gt;Think about how much Jesus must love us that He was willing to suffer and die in our place. Praise Him Today - AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-401207476557139254?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/401207476557139254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=401207476557139254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/401207476557139254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/401207476557139254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-9.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 9'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-EoJKiPcRu4A/Ta7FUa5xNHI/AAAAAAAAC0o/-QM8fLX-dTY/s72-c/P4200017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2954773877950746464</id><published>2011-04-19T10:19:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T10:33:37.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT1j7xN7HVQ/Ta2pDhq9xCI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/4134jlawl-g/s1600/P4190015.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315789934674978" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RT1j7xN7HVQ/Ta2pDhq9xCI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/4134jlawl-g/s200/P4190015.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today, we read from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:23-25 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;and found a single die in our egg.&lt;/span&gt; It was the fulfilling of prophesy that they would divide the Messiah's garments and cast lots for His clothing. I stand amazed over and over how all that was prophesied in scripture Christ fulfilled. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is: &lt;/span&gt;Do we know God's word? Are we faithful to study it every day, memorize it and ponder it? We want to be found ready to give an account for our faith. Blessings Today - AT &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cB5RL2Hops8/Ta2odahYqzI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/4YiuXOAOXbw/s1600/P4190016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5597315135180417842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-cB5RL2Hops8/Ta2odahYqzI/AAAAAAAAC0Q/4YiuXOAOXbw/s200/P4190016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2954773877950746464?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2954773877950746464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2954773877950746464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2954773877950746464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2954773877950746464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-8.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 8'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-RT1j7xN7HVQ/Ta2pDhq9xCI/AAAAAAAAC0Y/4134jlawl-g/s72-c/P4190015.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5529260274595529170</id><published>2011-04-18T12:47:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T13:15:50.607-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bv8WnmBhik/Tax73WG-pdI/AAAAAAAAC0A/1QVxB9EPleA/s1600/P4180013.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596984627672557010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-6Bv8WnmBhik/Tax73WG-pdI/AAAAAAAAC0A/1QVxB9EPleA/s200/P4180013.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3 Nails - &lt;em&gt;"When we, as Christians, think of the nails that were pounded through Jesus' body into the cross, we should be sad about our sins. But we should also be filled with joy because we know we are given everlasting life through His death. He was pierced for us!"...&lt;/em&gt;from the Resurrection Eggs book. Today we read &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:16-22&lt;/span&gt; - the crucifixion of Christ. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day has been: &lt;/span&gt;Does sin truly make us sad? We have looked at areas again where we might need to repent and ask for forgiveness from one another and God. Praise the Lord that HE died for our sins and that we have been cleansed by HIS blood. It has actually been &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZCtwdKgndY/Tax73KidziI/AAAAAAAACz4/7AzkwAhFN1g/s1600/P4180012.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596984624566619682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pZCtwdKgndY/Tax73KidziI/AAAAAAAACz4/7AzkwAhFN1g/s200/P4180012.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;quite an emotional day in the Travis home. We have confessed to one another and prayed several times throughout the day. We have changed some of how we are going to handle family issues. It was hard to hear some of the things that were shared, but it was a blessing to know that everyone felt like they could be honest. HE IS GOOD, and I am trusting that the Father will do a mighty work in our home and HIS name will be glorified. If you remember us today, pray for emotional healing and that we will be bound together strongly as a family. He makes all things new - AT&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBO9pdrcUac/Tax73qj7fYI/AAAAAAAAC0I/sCbBKb-0clM/s1600/P4180014.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596984633162694018" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-XBO9pdrcUac/Tax73qj7fYI/AAAAAAAAC0I/sCbBKb-0clM/s200/P4180014.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5529260274595529170?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5529260274595529170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5529260274595529170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5529260274595529170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5529260274595529170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-7.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 7'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-6Bv8WnmBhik/Tax73WG-pdI/AAAAAAAAC0A/1QVxB9EPleA/s72-c/P4180013.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7874640407375800648</id><published>2011-04-17T09:24:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T12:47:12.207-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 5 &amp; 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpBbvTfRBs/TaxLItoEZ_I/AAAAAAAACzw/rvFtQDyVriM/s1600/P4170008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931049973377010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-IhpBbvTfRBs/TaxLItoEZ_I/AAAAAAAACzw/rvFtQDyVriM/s200/P4170008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we ran non-stop this weekend and had to open eggs 5 &amp;amp; 6 tonight. Due to "Children's Day" (celebrated all around the world - except America??), our church decided to move Easter weekend to this weekend rather than next. &lt;you&gt;We gathered for prayer, breakfast and cleaning of the church on Saturday morning. Then we had the kick off to our "summer" children's program. (During nice weather months, the church ministers to the local street children.) We practiced for Sunday's big program all afternoon; then we had a family from a neighboring city stay with us. The &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fxkuzwfYAw/TaxLH32Wq_I/AAAAAAAACzg/a5y_5wYjdGU/s1600/P4170011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931035537779698" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0fxkuzwfYAw/TaxLH32Wq_I/AAAAAAAACzg/a5y_5wYjdGU/s200/P4170011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;program was excellent. I am so proud of the children, youth and young adults. They shared their faith with boldness. We are also very humbled that some of our neighbors decided to attend. SOOOOOO tonight we found in our eggs a leather whip and a crown of thorns. We read scriptures from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:1-15&lt;/span&gt;; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 27:26-31&lt;/span&gt;; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 27:29-31&lt;/span&gt;. As you can imagine, these are some of the passages describing the sufferings of Christ. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the weekend is:&lt;/span&gt; What am I willing to sacrifice for the sake of others? What will I lay down so that others can meet the one true God? Because of Him, AT&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntuVaVmtjek/TaxLIaCfxkI/AAAAAAAACzo/3Ikvf5d-6BQ/s1600/P4170009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596931044715513410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ntuVaVmtjek/TaxLIaCfxkI/AAAAAAAACzo/3Ikvf5d-6BQ/s200/P4170009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-7874640407375800648?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7874640407375800648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=7874640407375800648' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7874640407375800648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7874640407375800648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-5-6.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 5 &amp; 6'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-IhpBbvTfRBs/TaxLItoEZ_I/AAAAAAAACzw/rvFtQDyVriM/s72-c/P4170008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5896672475274847880</id><published>2011-04-15T11:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:52:39.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQT5N0J9L_k/Tah183y_nPI/AAAAAAAACzQ/dIoMwy6kN30/s1600/P4150006.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595852225638276338" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LQT5N0J9L_k/Tah183y_nPI/AAAAAAAACzQ/dIoMwy6kN30/s200/P4150006.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Throughout the gospels we read over and over the importance that Christ placed on prayer. It was not just a sermon He preached. HIS life is the example. Today we opened the egg containing "praying hands". They are to remind us of the time that Christ spent in the Garden of Gethsemane. Our scripture for the day is &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mark 14: 32-42&lt;/span&gt;. Christ prayed and asked for the Father's strength. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is: &lt;/span&gt;Am I trying to do things in my own strength? How much time do I devote to prayer? Do I consider time with God the most important part of my day? Remembering YOU today - AT &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzn4B6S3kRI/Tah19d4DeEI/AAAAAAAACzY/dYX0DkTVzKk/s1600/P4150007.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595852235860047938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-vzn4B6S3kRI/Tah19d4DeEI/AAAAAAAACzY/dYX0DkTVzKk/s200/P4150007.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5896672475274847880?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5896672475274847880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5896672475274847880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5896672475274847880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5896672475274847880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-4.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 4'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-LQT5N0J9L_k/Tah183y_nPI/AAAAAAAACzQ/dIoMwy6kN30/s72-c/P4150006.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7026132086890818047</id><published>2011-04-14T11:09:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T11:39:13.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595844526652906514" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-a6Rr_Yt21-I/Tahu8u113BI/AAAAAAAACy4/6GPgrILnkA0/s200/P4140001.JPG" /&gt;Today, we opened our third egg. Inside we found a tiny goblet representing the "Passover cup" or the cup from the "Last Supper". Our scripture was &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 26:17-19, 26-28&lt;/span&gt; along with &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Exodus 12:23&lt;/span&gt;. Growing up I had the privilege of participating in worship in many different denominations. Always one of my favorite times in each service was the time of remembrance and reflection - &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Lord's Supper&lt;/span&gt;. (Unless, of course, I happened to be at a Baptist church and then it would be the luck of the draw if I attended at the beginning of the quarter! ... all my Baptist friends will laugh at that!) More than the songs; more than the sermons; more than the special music, stories &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw5auM92DO0/Tahvss7W52I/AAAAAAAACzI/iR8ABnMGtzU/s1600/P4140003.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5595845350772893538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Sw5auM92DO0/Tahvss7W52I/AAAAAAAACzI/iR8ABnMGtzU/s200/P4140003.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and media...this time made me think and ask myself the serious/important questions of life. In the local Protestant church we attend currently, The Lord's Supper is offered weekly. Members take it very seriously. It has been personally growing for me to watch them weep, pray and pass on the elements &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; smile, look on them thankfully/lovingly and rejoice. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is:&lt;/span&gt; Are we drinking from the cup that HE has poured out for us or are we choosing a cheap glass that will never satisfy and quench our hearts' desires? Drinking of His love and goodness today!! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-7026132086890818047?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7026132086890818047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=7026132086890818047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7026132086890818047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7026132086890818047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-2_14.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 3'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-a6Rr_Yt21-I/Tahu8u113BI/AAAAAAAACy4/6GPgrILnkA0/s72-c/P4140001.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-685681270583515694</id><published>2011-04-13T03:52:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-13T04:28:30.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDt5gFl3_sI/TaVrIshRo3I/AAAAAAAACyw/q2BolyrRveE/s1600/P4130206.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594995909211562866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bDt5gFl3_sI/TaVrIshRo3I/AAAAAAAACyw/q2BolyrRveE/s200/P4130206.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Silver Coins - Today we read from &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 26:14-16, 46-50; 27:1-5&lt;/span&gt;. Jesus was betrayed by Judas for 30 pieces of silver. Doesn't it make us feel better to point our finger at Judas? It is easier to pass judgment on Judas than to consider ourselves as the betrayers of Christ. However, the truth is, Christ went to the cross for each and every one of us. The actual betrayal of Christ for money was only just one sin. The &lt;strong&gt;Resurrection Eggs&lt;/strong&gt; book we are reading says, &lt;em&gt;"And this is what sin is - living in disobedience, or saying "no" to God and His commandments. Sin is when God &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUU-5Gz9grw/TaVrIf5tHaI/AAAAAAAACyo/5F_rwShqKUs/s1600/P4130205.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594995905824365986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-dUU-5Gz9grw/TaVrIf5tHaI/AAAAAAAACyo/5F_rwShqKUs/s200/P4130205.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;tells us to go one way, but we go the other"&lt;/em&gt; Judas' mistake was that he did not seek forgiveness from the Lord. Christ would have willingly forgiven him just as He forgives us. &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is:&lt;/span&gt; Do we have areas we are not being obedient? Are we seeking forgiveness and choosing daily to live in Christ?&lt;br /&gt;May we all choose to walk in FREEDOM today! - AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-685681270583515694?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/685681270583515694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=685681270583515694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/685681270583515694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/685681270583515694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-2.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 2'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-bDt5gFl3_sI/TaVrIshRo3I/AAAAAAAACyw/q2BolyrRveE/s72-c/P4130206.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6835114359423609958</id><published>2011-04-12T10:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-12T11:42:30.237-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Resurrection Countdown - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sFAJxwOP4g/TaRyJCn_U_I/AAAAAAAACyI/V3zlEGirA9A/s1600/P4120203.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594722136749986802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2sFAJxwOP4g/TaRyJCn_U_I/AAAAAAAACyI/V3zlEGirA9A/s200/P4120203.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you follow our blog, you will remember last year we did a big countdown with "hands on" activities and wall art. (&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-days-of-remembrance-and-celebration.html"&gt;click here if you want to read the blogs&lt;/a&gt;) This year we are having a hard time getting into the "Spring Fever" since it still feels like winter and we are freeeeeeezing because it is past the time for our building to be legally allowed to burn coal.....HOWEVER.....we are trying to make our own fun inside and begin the countdown to the most important holiday of the year! Matt's family sent us "Resurrection Eggs". Many of you may use these. They are plastic eggs that each contains a special "object". Each day we will open an egg and discuss the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6IqvIoMyU/TaRyJQZJ2MI/AAAAAAAACyQ/jHoaXWFwCPE/s1600/P4120204.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594722140445857986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-et6IqvIoMyU/TaRyJQZJ2MI/AAAAAAAACyQ/jHoaXWFwCPE/s200/P4120204.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;object and its relevance to the holiday. Today we found a donkey in the egg. The scripture with it was Matthew 21:1-9 This is the account of Christ riding into Jerusalem on a donkey. The people proclaimed him &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Prince of Peace&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;em&gt;"Hosanna, Hosanna - Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord!"&lt;/em&gt; The text that came with the eggs asks the question, "Did you know that when things seemed to be going well for Jesus, it was easier for people to love and follow him? But when the Jewish leaders challenged Jesus by saying He was not the Son of God, the people began to be afraid." &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Our family thought for the day is: 1) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;When is it hard for me to follow Christ? 2) When should I proclaim, "Blessed is He"? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;May you be richly blessed today and find true peace that only comes from Christ. AT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6835114359423609958?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6835114359423609958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6835114359423609958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6835114359423609958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6835114359423609958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/04/resurrection-countdown-day-1.html' title='Resurrection Countdown - Day 1'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-2sFAJxwOP4g/TaRyJCn_U_I/AAAAAAAACyI/V3zlEGirA9A/s72-c/P4120203.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8582510968553375433</id><published>2011-03-28T10:10:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-28T12:29:09.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the impact of one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJV0eFNUODg/TZCxjTGZvWI/AAAAAAAACyA/QhOL0tm9HXw/s1600/Logo_Kiler.png"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 60px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589162357547449698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-OJV0eFNUODg/TZCxjTGZvWI/AAAAAAAACyA/QhOL0tm9HXw/s200/Logo_Kiler.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some of you may remember a blog that I wrote when we first arrived on the field about an incident at a grocery store . &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/07/because-of-him.html"&gt;(click here if you want to read&lt;/a&gt;) At the end of the blog, I shared that God lead us to a new store with a helpful butcher and friendly attendants. The name of the store was Kiler. Sounds strange in English, but it is music to my ears right now because we are getting a Kiler in my current city....well, not just in my city, I can see it from my kitchen window!!! I am SUPER EXCITED!!! We have watched for several weeks now in anxious anticipation, and finally, they announced its opening! I know it is the little things in life that make me overjoyed these days (like the 1 Dr. Pepper I still have in my fridge sent from the terrific Mrs. Shifflette), but why when I have a perfectly good grocery store, am I so thrilled about Kiler? I think it comes down to relationships. Kiler was the first place overseas that I felt welcomed and wanted. I felt safe and comfortable inside the store, and despite my pitiful language, I was able to communicate. Now, before I start singing the theme song to "Cheers" (okay, too late), I do realize that my experience at this new Kiler may be totally different. I could actually hate the store and never shop there. Why? Because really, my excitement about the store is about the friends that I had and hope to have again. Isn't it amazing the impact that we have on the people around us!! Over the weekend, our apartment was put on the market and sold all in one day. Evidently, our apartment owner has some debt he wants to pay off and decided to sell our flat to a business aquaintance. Our doorman gave us 45 min. notice to have the apartment ready for our owner to show. As it turns out, the man that bought the apartment "really liked us". The kids and I mostly stayed out of the way, as it was all men looking at the apartment, but Matt was able to chit/chat with the new owner. He was impressed that we have all "learned the language" (are learning I would say!!) He also asked if we knew a man named "E". "E" was an American here doing the "main thing". He has been back in the States a number of years, but the crazy thing is this was not the first time someone has asked us about him. I know we are one of 4 foreign families in a city of 1.5 million so we kind-of stick out, but to come across people that have met this other foreigner seems strange....well, no it seems like a God thing doesn't it!! We have no idea what "E" said to our new landlord. He said enough to have made an impression, and from what we know of his legacy he shared the main thing everywhere he went. Wow, he will likely never know the impact he made on this land, but PTL he was here before us paving the way. May we continue in his footsteps! We pray God continues to give us those "chance" encounters. Throwing out the seed, watering and harvesting....AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-8582510968553375433?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8582510968553375433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8582510968553375433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8582510968553375433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8582510968553375433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/03/impact-of-one.html' title='the impact of one...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-OJV0eFNUODg/TZCxjTGZvWI/AAAAAAAACyA/QhOL0tm9HXw/s72-c/Logo_Kiler.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6541112555537584176</id><published>2011-03-18T01:44:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-19T16:05:59.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Bible Should I Read?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3tTsghQhio/TYSvsSlTwkI/AAAAAAAACx4/tgzYX5OELC8/s1600/P3070017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585782613283684930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-c3tTsghQhio/TYSvsSlTwkI/AAAAAAAACx4/tgzYX5OELC8/s200/P3070017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have always found this question to be an interesting one. I know it is highly debated among English readers and biblical scholars. As mentioned in a previous post, &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-what-is-love.html"&gt;(click here) &lt;/a&gt;I do have an opinion that I will detail out for you, but my short answer is, "&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Read ALL of them&lt;/span&gt;." It has been an almost 20 year journey, but I think that I have finally found a peace. (Some of you know I can be really slow and hard headed!) Starting in my pre-teen years, I attended a very conservative/traditional church. The King James Version or the NKJV were the approved/acceptable copies to use. I love the poetry and rhythm of these versions. I find the KJV &amp;amp; NKJV easier to memorize because of their literary beauty. I use these often with my kids during school. However, when I moved into my college years, the "in thing" became the New International Version. To tell you the truth, despite the fact that this is probably the most widely used version in America right now, and I have studied quite a bit from it, I have &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4DU0BYSVL0/TYSOZ8vjz3I/AAAAAAAACxY/C2LKIe9S_5M/s1600/DSCN0113.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585746014299737970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q4DU0BYSVL0/TYSOZ8vjz3I/AAAAAAAACxY/C2LKIe9S_5M/s200/DSCN0113.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;never read it through in its entirety. It has never really appealed to me to do so, but I am putting it on my "need to do" list simply for the fact that I don't want to limit God. Like most people, my university years were a time when many things in life were debated. I listened to strong opinions on the inaccuracies of the NIV and in turn the stanch opinions on the "out datedness" of the KJV. These debates led me to begin researching "translations verses commentaries". Translations meaning versions of the Bible that more accurately state what was originally written. Commentaries being versions of the Bible that expound on the scriptures in an effort to make them 1) more readable in common English, 2) &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qoTa8EIvsg/TYSvsCxi7fI/AAAAAAAACxw/GdswpYVLbUY/s1600/DSCN0138.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585782609040043506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_qoTa8EIvsg/TYSvsCxi7fI/AAAAAAAACxw/GdswpYVLbUY/s200/DSCN0138.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;culturally connected and 3) often more "devotion like" leading a person to deeper meditation. Now, that being said, I don't want to offend anyone by taking individual versions and giving my opinion on which of the 2 categories each falls because my true opinion is that it is not "that important". It is my goal to read them all.  By the end of my college years, I ditched the hype around the NIV &amp;amp; KJV and I found myself with a copy of the New American Standard. I truly love the wording in this version. I find it easy to read and yet it challenges me to think and pray. I used my first copy until I had so much highlighted and written in the margins it was literally falling apart in sections. The NAS is still the version that I use most. I am comfortable with it, and I don't know how else to describe it but that it "suits" me. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I think that it is important to find a copy of God's word that you hunger to read, you delight in spending time in and you can be faithful to know well.&lt;/span&gt; I also feel strongly that God desires to speak to us daily. We need to be constantly growing. We should never be "content" with where we are in our spiritual lives. What I mean by that is that we should always want "more of Him". I recognize that &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRe6OvA-0og/TYSOaOQczOI/AAAAAAAACxg/oftNvLkuwds/s1600/P3070016.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585746019001093346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uRe6OvA-0og/TYSOaOQczOI/AAAAAAAACxg/oftNvLkuwds/s200/P3070016.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;each person will reach for that "more" differently because we all "connect" with Him differently. I believe that we can hear, feel, smell, see, taste and know God. Reading His Word falls more in the column of "knowing" Him. Why would I want to limit myself to simply one version of knowing HIM?  Again, I do not want to debate accuracy. I think that if you are debating theology, making a family or a personal mission statement, needing hard facts with wording, time, etc., you should go to "original texts". I am simply throwing the idea out there that perhaps reading multiple translations and commentaries could widen my understanding and even allow God to speak new truth into my life. (i.e. lead me down the path of &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;KNOWING HIM MORE&lt;/span&gt; )I am finding it to be true in my life this year because I have started reading a copy of scriptures outside of my native tongue. I read a section in English and then the same section in Turkish. Then during my daily time with my tutor I read and talk about what God is teaching me. It has been wonderful to look at "new words" and study passages in detail. Recently, during a prayer time with Matt's mom and sister, we sang the old hymn, "More About Jesus". (Why is it as Baptists that we always skip the 3rd verse? They are usually SOOO good!) The 3rd verse of this hymn says, &lt;em&gt;"More about Jesus in his Word, Holding communion with my Lord; Hearing his voice in every line, Making each faithful saying mine."&lt;/em&gt; Yes, this is what I want: Chorus = &lt;em&gt;"More, more about Jesus, More, more about Jesus; More of his saving fullness see, More of his love who died for me."&lt;/em&gt; Open to reading them ALLLL! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6541112555537584176?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6541112555537584176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6541112555537584176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6541112555537584176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6541112555537584176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/03/which-bible-should-i-read.html' title='Which Bible Should I Read?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-c3tTsghQhio/TYSvsSlTwkI/AAAAAAAACx4/tgzYX5OELC8/s72-c/P3070017.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1014996208455290162</id><published>2011-02-23T08:46:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T09:28:14.791-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We Love You!</title><content type='html'>(NIRV) I Corinthians 13:1-3 &amp;amp; 11)  &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47Kr7OEosPY/TWUe4x_b67I/AAAAAAAACxQ/V5eKa4cLVxw/s1600/P2210019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576897674409143218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-47Kr7OEosPY/TWUe4x_b67I/AAAAAAAACxQ/V5eKa4cLVxw/s200/P2210019.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Suppose I speak in the languages of human beings and of angels, if I don't have love, I am only a loud gong or a noisy cymbal..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Travis Family: Suppose we learn to perfection the heart language of our people but do not show them love.  The only thing that they will hear is offensive noise.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Suppose I have the gift of prophecy.  Suppose I can understand all the secret things of God and know everything about him.  And suppose I have enough faith to move mountains.  If I don't have love, I am nothing at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Travis Family: Suppose we know the one true God and we know His deep desire for all people to trust in Him.  Suppose we know the truth about the only way to God and how to have a relationship with Him.  Suppose we have faith that the Lord will make our people group a people that is known for walking in His ways.  If we don't have love, our knowledge &amp;amp; faith mean nothing.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Suppose I give everything I have to poor people.  And suppose I give my body to be burned.  If I don't have love, I get nothing at all."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; Travis Family:  Suppose we give up everything: our lives as &lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXfk3B5gqW0/TWUe4r4SIRI/AAAAAAAACxI/Hk4ee2wCf7k/s1600/P2210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576897672768528658" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXfk3B5gqW0/TWUe4r4SIRI/AAAAAAAACxI/Hk4ee2wCf7k/s200/P2210017.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Americans, our home, our possessions, our rights, our ability to make an income....Suppose we give our entire lives to serving overseas.  If we do not have love, our sacrifice was for nothing.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"When I was a child, I talked like a child. I thought like a child.  I had the understanding of a child.  When I became a man, I put childish ways behind me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Travis Family:  It is our desire to not stay as babies in the faith, but to grow and become mighty men and women of God.  How can we do this?  LOVE!  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"And He said to him, 'You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind.'  This is the great and foremost commandment.  The second is like it, 'You shall love your neighbor as yourself.'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  Matthew 22:37-38  We have had a wonderful month studying and discussing what it really means to love.  It is our prayer that the Lord gives us wisdom and strength to live it out.  We are SO sorry that the "BIG Heart of Hearts" is not very visible.  Our hall is too narrow to get a good picture.  Trust me your name is on it!  We love you!  The Travis Family   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-lXfk3B5gqW0/TWUe4r4SIRI/AAAAAAAACxI/Hk4ee2wCf7k/s1600/P2210017.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-1014996208455290162?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1014996208455290162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1014996208455290162' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1014996208455290162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1014996208455290162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/02/we-love-you.html' title='We Love You!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-47Kr7OEosPY/TWUe4x_b67I/AAAAAAAACxQ/V5eKa4cLVxw/s72-c/P2210019.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2419002303540301177</id><published>2011-02-12T08:59:00.007-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T13:31:21.301-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daddy Daughter Date</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6By9QWq0J34/TVajFbp3xHI/AAAAAAAACxA/wEcqI0yyK5Q/s1600/P2110071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820902635619442" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6By9QWq0J34/TVajFbp3xHI/AAAAAAAACxA/wEcqI0yyK5Q/s200/P2110071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;What a GREAT Daddy/Daughter Date! Grace began asking in March of last year if it was time for us to have our annual Valentine's date. We spend time together; we go places just the two of us; however, Grace has grasped the significance of the two of us taking a special time to "dress-up" and hit the town for a real "Date Night."&lt;br /&gt;When we were in Texas our church always had a dance for us to attend, but, honestly, I had trouble last year finding a way to make our date night special. This year, I decided I was going to make it a &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nPleRi205U/TVajEw-xoEI/AAAAAAAACw4/5j5asNVZWVI/s1600/P2110062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820891180572738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4nPleRi205U/TVajEw-xoEI/AAAAAAAACw4/5j5asNVZWVI/s200/P2110062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big deal again.  After all, she is 7 now, and I think that she will begin having distinct memories of these times rather than simply knowing that we went out together. In an effort to really show her a GREAT night out, I bought her a new dress as a gift while on a recent trip for work. It was red and black with a few sparkly gems.   She was able to get new tights and a new shirt from the pazar, and Amy rolled her hair with sponge rollers and put a little color on her cheeks &amp;amp; eyes. We started at the nicest restaurant in town and then went for dessert at a sweets shop. Grace was a &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORmMOf5yOh8/TVajE4_SO3I/AAAAAAAACww/dZTX6_7-gGw/s1600/P2110060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820893330193266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ORmMOf5yOh8/TVajE4_SO3I/AAAAAAAACww/dZTX6_7-gGw/s200/P2110060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;perfect little lady and allowed me to open the door, pull out her chair for her and of course pay for the dinner. I don't know who enjoyed our time together more. I can't wait until next year when we can do it all again!  MT&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1Cq6u-Qn0/TVajEiM8QGI/AAAAAAAACwo/2XPkEED13WY/s1600/P2110057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820887213457506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ZM1Cq6u-Qn0/TVajEiM8QGI/AAAAAAAACwo/2XPkEED13WY/s200/P2110057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0V4E4ped9o/TVajEcNFHQI/AAAAAAAACwg/4e251WXZtpw/s1600/P2110055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572820885603425538" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-p0V4E4ped9o/TVajEcNFHQI/AAAAAAAACwg/4e251WXZtpw/s200/P2110055.JPG" /&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;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&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&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/4644872095079124912-2419002303540301177?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2419002303540301177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2419002303540301177' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2419002303540301177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2419002303540301177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/02/daddy-daughter-date.html' title='Daddy Daughter Date'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-6By9QWq0J34/TVajFbp3xHI/AAAAAAAACxA/wEcqI0yyK5Q/s72-c/P2110071.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6716854364993363149</id><published>2011-02-11T08:01:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T10:33:23.110-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So what is LOVE?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6elZ2nrrPZc/TVVjZVOgpII/AAAAAAAACwY/6TQrM7Hj0ng/s1600/P2110049.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572469400786740354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6elZ2nrrPZc/TVVjZVOgpII/AAAAAAAACwY/6TQrM7Hj0ng/s200/P2110049.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I know there is always a big debate going concerning which version of the Bible (in English) is the most accurate. As you can imagine, I have an opinion, (LOL) but I'll save that for an upcoming post. For, now I would just like to comment that I REALLY like the down-to-earth way the New International Readers Version presents the famous 1 Corinthians 13 LOVE chapter. We have been using it this month to discuss what love is and what it is not. The kids made love chains and hung them above their doors. Each link lists ways that we truly love. So, what does the Bible say that Love is? Below, I have listed 16 different things that are mentioned in the love chapter. I have also written the comments that &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O27exe2E4/TVVjZJqcayI/AAAAAAAACwQ/br6i6rwNQ0o/s1600/P2110048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572469397682678562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V9O27exe2E4/TVVjZJqcayI/AAAAAAAACwQ/br6i6rwNQ0o/s200/P2110048.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;William and Grace made about each one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;1) Love is patient. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(It waits until everyone is up in the morning to start singing while doing chores. - Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;2) Love is kind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(It lets older people go up the elevator even though your legs are really tired. - William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;3) Love does not want what belongs to others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(It is okay that I don't have all the American stuff. Grace) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;4) Love does not brag. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(It does not tell other people that we got a package from the States. William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;5) Love is not proud. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(It does not tell people that my hair is better than yours. Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;6) Love is not rude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt; (It does not pick your nose when someone is talking to you. William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;7) Love looks to the interests of others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(It lets smaller kids follow along and play with you. Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;8) Love does not easily become angry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(It doesn't yell at your sister even when she is frustrating. William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;9) Love does not keep a record of wrongs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(It does not keep talking about what others have done to you. Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;10) Love is not happy with evil. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(You cannot like to be on the side of the bad guys. William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;11) Love is full of joy when truth is spoken. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(You should always tell the truth. It makes mom happy. Grace)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;12) Love always protects. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(You have to watch out for your sister at the park and the store. Someone could try to grab her. William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;13) Love always trusts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;(Well, you can't trust everyone, so I am not sure what this one means. Grace) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;We are working on learning what it means to believe the best about people and still keep ourselves safe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;14) Love always hopes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;(You always have to know that the good will come and God will win. William)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;15) Love never gives up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt; (You can't just stop working and say you are too tired to do the right thing. Grace) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;16) Love never fails.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (You can't just stop loving. God never stops loving us. William &amp;amp; Grace)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Well, I think for 9 and 7 years old they are moving in the right direction. We pray you are showing love to those around you this month. Much Love, AT, WT &amp;amp; GT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6716854364993363149?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6716854364993363149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6716854364993363149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6716854364993363149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6716854364993363149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/02/so-what-is-love.html' title='So what is LOVE?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/-6elZ2nrrPZc/TVVjZVOgpII/AAAAAAAACwY/6TQrM7Hj0ng/s72-c/P2110049.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1287454222301126488</id><published>2011-01-17T03:33:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T10:32:00.351-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep going...</title><content type='html'>I love it when I find myself living in/participating in poems and other literature. A mentor of mine once said, &lt;em&gt;"All truth comes from God."&lt;/em&gt; She herself is an avid reader - not just what is considered "Christian" in nature, but all works. When she first said this, I confess, I really had to roll it over in my mind. I think in our world today so many people in an effort to "not offend" have jumped on the train of &lt;em&gt;everything is good and all roads lead to God&lt;/em&gt;. I realized, or course, that is not at all what she meant, and we both completely disagree with that line of thought. She was simply trying to help me understand that God is sovereign over all things, and He can draw us to His truth in a variety of ways. I have shared this before, but I am continually amazed at how the Father speaks to me. He speaks in a variety of ways, but most often recently it is through day to day events. It is almost like at special moments the Holy Spirit tugs my heart and whispers His truth. I would love to report that I entered 2011 fully motivated, inspired and pushing forward with full &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK_cvMysI/AAAAAAAACwE/PVLenCTPKws/s1600/jjaudubon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 159px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564209424778447554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK_cvMysI/AAAAAAAACwE/PVLenCTPKws/s200/jjaudubon.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;force. Unfortunately, in truth it has been more a story of gritting my teeth, holding the rope with all my might and drudging forward. Yes, I have goals, as mentioned in my last post; however, most of the goals really just mirror what God has had me doing for almost 2 years now. I have not had a poor attitude, but I have had a real lack of enthusiasm. This week, I believe that the Father has been calling me to the carpet and showing me over and over the importance of PERSERVERANCE. It has been during my homeschool time with the kids while reading different pieces of literature that the Father has spoken. I would like to share a few of those moments/works of literature with you: The first one is the story of John James Audubon. Audubon's story is one of triumph over adversity. He was born illegitimately in what is now Haiti to a French sea captain. He was raised by his step-mother in France and was sent to the Americas to escape being sent to war with Napoleon's army. His birth-mother had a great love for birds and wildlife. In his early years, while still in Haiti, she influenced him greatly in this area. Once in America, he determined to write and illustrate a book on American Birds. He dedicated his whole life to this cause often spending months and years in the American wilderness. Grace read a short story about his life this week. It stated that at one time he had been in the wilderness for over a year tracking, studying and painting birds when mice got into the box that held all of his writings and paintings. Without him knowing, the mice gnawed and shredded all of his work in an effort to make a nest for themselves. He was grief stricken at the discovery. He spent several days lamenting the loss. However, after his time of mourning, he got up, dusted himself off and spent the next four and a half years creating his best work. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK-pvABYI/AAAAAAAACv0/GTniFrsReqo/s1600/300px-Tortoise_and_hare_rackham.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 153px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564209411087402370" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK-pvABYI/AAAAAAAACv0/GTniFrsReqo/s200/300px-Tortoise_and_hare_rackham.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He had learned a great deal through the experience, and he was able to paint and put out better works than his originals. To this day other wildlife artists are still measured against him. Wow, what strength it takes to lose everything and keep going towards your goal! The second work of literature that spoke to me is &lt;em&gt;"Aesop's Fables&lt;/em&gt;". We use &lt;em&gt;The Mystery of History&lt;/em&gt; curriculum, and this week we did a short lesson on Aesop's life as well as Greek storying. We have a copy of &lt;em&gt;"Aesop's Fables",&lt;/em&gt; so for fun we decided to read several and discuss their meaning. You can guess, as God would have it, every one of the short stories the kids chose, the Holy Spirit used to convict my heart to persevere. The written moral for the famous, &lt;em&gt;"The Hare and the Tortoise"&lt;/em&gt; is: "The race is not always to the swift." How many times have I prayed, "Lord, please help me to get through this quickly?" When really what I need to be praying is, "Father give me your strength, teach me that may I be useable for your Kingdom." &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK-28hH6I/AAAAAAAACv8/dn5CATTqypo/s1600/granny-shel-silverstein-cartoon-melinda-mae.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 118px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564209414633758626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK-28hH6I/AAAAAAAACv8/dn5CATTqypo/s200/granny-shel-silverstein-cartoon-melinda-mae.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last work is one by Shel Silverstein. (I posted a blog using one of his works last year. &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/11/so-am-i-just-going-to-rot.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read.) &lt;em&gt;Melinda Mae&lt;/em&gt; "Have you heard of tiny Melinda Mae, Who ate a monstrous whale? She thought she could, She said she would, So she started in right at the tail. And everyone said, "You're much too small," But that didn't bother Melinda at all. She took little bites and she chewed very slow, Just like a good girl should...And it eighty-nine years she ate that whale, Because she said she would!" Crazy...but what a testimony of someone keeping their word and being faithful to a task! SOOOO, now that I have made this blog WAY longer than I intended....what is my point? Whatever God has asked you to do, do not lose heart...Just Keep Going!! AT&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/4644872095079124912-1287454222301126488?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1287454222301126488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1287454222301126488' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1287454222301126488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1287454222301126488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/01/just-keep-going.html' title='Just keep going...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TTgK_cvMysI/AAAAAAAACwE/PVLenCTPKws/s72-c/jjaudubon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-9142069248473343652</id><published>2011-01-03T09:23:00.023-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-14T11:46:23.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Jumping into 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8UwIe5OTI/AAAAAAAACvc/3w99XPBmTcQ/s1600/DSCF0058.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561686881969191218" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8UwIe5OTI/AAAAAAAACvc/3w99XPBmTcQ/s200/DSCF0058.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hummmm....what will this year look like for the Travis Family? Honestly, I can't even begin to guess. We have several major things that we are praying for expectantly, but if there is one thing that we have learned on this adventure, it is that God does things on HIS time and in HIS way. Yes, we are still asking the Father to add children to our home and to totally remove Matt's student loans. Both of those will take a HUGE miracle financially, legally...and so many other details. We are asking Him to bless us in the area of language learning and to continue to move in a big way to help us adapt to culture. We are also continuing to ask that He moves in ways that we cannot even imagine in the areas of relationship building, sharing and vision for where we are. Do we believe &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8U0dCR9jI/AAAAAAAACvs/04sIYex7TaY/s1600/W%2526G%2Bjumping.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561686956205798962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8U0dCR9jI/AAAAAAAACvs/04sIYex7TaY/s200/W%2526G%2Bjumping.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE can do all these things? - YES! How are we moving forward? - IN FAITH! We are simply trusting that His plans are perfect; that He is in control; and that He always keeps His promises. I'm not saying that trusting is an easy task, but it is made &lt;em&gt;do-able&lt;/em&gt; with the sweet moment-by-moment strength the Father provides. Now, do I recognize that there are a few things in our power that will help these goals to be reached; i.e. prayer, listening to the Spirit and making productive choices? - YES! So, what are we doing: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Travis Goals for 2011! &lt;/span&gt;Well firstly, it has been a few years since Matt and I have purposely set out to read the Bible through in its entirety. We are also challenging ourselves to use this reading not only as a time of studying His word, but in language learning. Secondly, we are both going to begin to put together small teaching lessons in our host language. We regularly have young &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8Ux-hGjpI/AAAAAAAACvk/OOvvUnz6tVs/s1600/M%2526A%2Bjumping.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 178px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561686913653837458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8Ux-hGjpI/AAAAAAAACvk/OOvvUnz6tVs/s200/M%2526A%2Bjumping.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;believing couples in our home for the purpose of fellowship and encouragement. We would like to start developing that time more. The list of personal, family and work goals continues, but I will not bore you with the details. Just like last year, I simply wanted to get you thinking down the road of creating 1) a &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-mission-statement.html"&gt;family purpose statement;&lt;/a&gt; 2) overall goals as a family; and 3) how this year in bite-sized pieces you can move successfully down the road that the Father has for you. I quoted this last year, but still think that it is really good: The philosopher Eugene Peterson says that &lt;em&gt;"a successful life is one that has a long obedience in the same direction." &lt;/em&gt;I think too many times we get excited about the latest opportunity and forget that God has a special purpose and plan for us. We need to stay the course and work the ground that He has given us. Please pray for us this year as we persevere. We desire to be characterized as people that are faithful and obedient for His glory. We are remembering you as you strive towards your goals as well. Jumping Out For HIM - AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: Last year my New Year's post was on the &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-begins.html"&gt;Sabbath Rest&lt;/a&gt;. i.e. tips on helping you set goals; click if interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8UvrQ61sI/AAAAAAAACvM/DeFgA0dmQP0/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BDSCF0009.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8Uv4bwyiI/AAAAAAAACvU/BM6l-8lfbq0/s1600/Copy%2Bof%2BDSCF0014.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-9142069248473343652?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/9142069248473343652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=9142069248473343652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/9142069248473343652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/9142069248473343652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2011/01/jumping-into-2011.html' title='Jumping into 2011'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TS8UwIe5OTI/AAAAAAAACvc/3w99XPBmTcQ/s72-c/DSCF0058.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2983775556811794634</id><published>2010-12-25T06:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T06:39:43.709-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlbNoN4OI/AAAAAAAACvE/Fgn03_W3oRM/s1600/PC250078.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554597971108946146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlbNoN4OI/AAAAAAAACvE/Fgn03_W3oRM/s200/PC250078.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlap6L6BI/AAAAAAAACu8/spD0-gTIib8/s1600/PC250073.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554597961520637970" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlap6L6BI/AAAAAAAACu8/spD0-gTIib8/s200/PC250073.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlaTbLecI/AAAAAAAACu0/cyozEo2lMFc/s1600/PC250071.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554597955485006274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlaTbLecI/AAAAAAAACu0/cyozEo2lMFc/s200/PC250071.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlaGQLOdI/AAAAAAAACus/7qMF2SZItOI/s1600/PC250066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554597951949191634" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlaGQLOdI/AAAAAAAACus/7qMF2SZItOI/s200/PC250066.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlZ3iamiI/AAAAAAAACuk/xINYPpRgoT8/s1600/PC240044.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554597947999164962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlZ3iamiI/AAAAAAAACuk/xINYPpRgoT8/s200/PC240044.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We pray you all enjoyed a very Merry Christmas. Hugs and kisses all around this year!!! Matt, Amy, William &amp;amp; Grace&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/4644872095079124912-2983775556811794634?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2983775556811794634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2983775556811794634' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2983775556811794634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2983775556811794634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-2010.html' title='Christmas 2010'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRXlbNoN4OI/AAAAAAAACvE/Fgn03_W3oRM/s72-c/PC250078.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7294119176743611794</id><published>2010-12-24T08:45:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T06:21:08.305-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Are The Poor</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRSqEIoSqMI/AAAAAAAACuQ/fowaWp86vVQ/s1600/imagesCAJI1VFM.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554251228467341506" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRSqEIoSqMI/AAAAAAAACuQ/fowaWp86vVQ/s200/imagesCAJI1VFM.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Weekly, I am privileged to attend a ladies' Bible study with national Believers. It is often a stretch with my language ability, but I am learning so much from these women. This week we went to a village to visit some family members of our church's pastor. It was a humbling experience. I truly believe that the Father will judge us by how we treat the poor of the earth. God has given us so many instructions in scripture regarding our responsibility, but He has also made it really clear that it is the poor that understand who He is and will receive their reward in Heaven. This being true, I have to ask myself two important questions: Am I poor? &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRSqEQ0v4cI/AAAAAAAACuY/VeNAw52QyhI/s1600/wpe1C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554251230667071938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRSqEQ0v4cI/AAAAAAAACuY/VeNAw52QyhI/s200/wpe1C.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;and&lt;/em&gt; How am I actively serving the poor around me? The answer to the first question from a monetary standpoint is, no. By some western standards, perhaps, yes, but really the answer is no. We have so much compared to others that I am often embarrassed at times. However, let's look at the question from a heart point of view. Am I poor? Poor is defined as: &lt;em&gt;lacking in specific resources, qualities or substances; inadequate; not sufficient to meet a need.&lt;/em&gt; Wow, I would say that is an accurate picture of my heart and life without Christ. In that case yes...yes I am very poor. I think that in the &lt;em&gt;Sermon on the Mount&lt;/em&gt; when Christ said, &lt;em&gt;"Blessed are the poor" &lt;/em&gt;one of His main points was that if a person thinks he has everything he will not see his true inadequacies and need for a Savior. The second question: How am I actively serving the poor around me? That is a very interesting question. I guess we each have to evaluate our own hearts on that. One might look at the ladies that I fellowship with as having very little. By most standards of the world, that might be a correct assessment. However, these ladies still manage to give of themselves and their resources to the surrounding villages and city homeless. Through the years, Matt &amp;amp; I have watched many church plants try to make a go of it in the US. I think one key mark of the churches that are successful is that they have a plan for serving the poor and reaching beyond themselves. It is our opinion that one of the reasons "inner-city churches" have such a hard time succeeding is because their focus is inward. Yes, we all have needs and struggles...refer back to question #1! However, when we start "looking to the interests of ourselves and not to the interests of others", I think we are no longer useful to the Kingdom and will not be successful in our ventures. I just heard that 6,000 children in the Dallas area registered "as needy" this Holiday Season are still without a gift for Christmas. I am not pointing any fingers at my fellow Texans or even debating the question of true "neediness", but wow, this is a shame and a reminder to us all to again search our hearts and ask ourselves if we were to stand before the Father today would He say that we have been faithful to serve the poor? &lt;em&gt;"He who oppresses the poor taunts His maker, but he who is gracious to the needy honors Him."&lt;/em&gt; Pro. 14:31 I have attached a link to Chris Tomlin's song,&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Eywswhx_dmQ"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"O Holy Night"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I am moved by the line that says, "His power and glory let the poor proclaim." May I be found among those proclaiming His power and glory!  AT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-7294119176743611794?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7294119176743611794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=7294119176743611794' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7294119176743611794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7294119176743611794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/12/blessed-are-poor.html' title='Blessed Are The Poor'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRSqEIoSqMI/AAAAAAAACuQ/fowaWp86vVQ/s72-c/imagesCAJI1VFM.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-765679395316262088</id><published>2010-12-23T08:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T05:44:03.391-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Travis Traditions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7ZWf-BYI/AAAAAAAACuI/Ekii9goR4C4/s1600/PC240040.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554199915921278338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7ZWf-BYI/AAAAAAAACuI/Ekii9goR4C4/s200/PC240040.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love the Christmas holiday season, but I will admit that for the past few years it has been a difficult time for me. A sweet friend recently reminded me of one of the best ways to help with "Holiday Blues" - make your own traditions. For many years, I cringed at the thought of having traditions. I married into a family that openly admits they are full of traditions. To be honest, at first, it was very difficult to relate to and even to find my place in a family with so many traditions that had to be up-held each year. I think we have all learned a lot through the experience. I do love having traditions at our house, but I think the thing that keeps it at a good balance is that one of our traditions is to come up with something new to do each year!  I recognize that traditions are good for a transitional family like ours. William and Grace need &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7YllamUI/AAAAAAAACuA/cIj23KZSUIM/s1600/PC240041.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554199902790785346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7YllamUI/AAAAAAAACuA/cIj23KZSUIM/s200/PC240041.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;concrete things in their lives: things that they can count on and look forward to each year. However, we have tried to think of things to do each year that are not dependant on location, foods, places or things that would be difficult for us to replicate. Our focus has been on things that bring true meaning to what we are trying to celebrate, things that bond us as a family and things that fit within &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-mission-statement.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;our family purpose statement&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt; One of the big things we do every year is the lighting of the Advent Candles. I posted several blogs last year on this tradition. You can &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-week-of-advent-hope.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to read more if you are interested. One special tradition that the kids love &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7Xitl0XI/AAAAAAAACt4/J3PE6OmCs50/s1600/PC240042.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554199884839899506" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7Xitl0XI/AAAAAAAACt4/J3PE6OmCs50/s200/PC240042.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;is the opening of Christmas books. I re-wrap the same books year after year and the children open one each night leading up to Christmas Day. Some of the books re-tell the story of the birth of Christ and some of them are simply fictional stories that point to the true meaning of Christmas. This year our new activity was stringing popcorn to decorate our doorways. We have been reading about early Christmas traditions and this was one of them. It is very interesting to see how people around the world and over different generations have remembered the birthday of the Savior. This year we are enjoying being a part of a local body of new believers. They call the holiday, "The Birth Holiday". &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7W-25t-I/AAAAAAAACtw/w8L-ZXnc2mQ/s1600/PC240043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554199875215276002" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7W-25t-I/AAAAAAAACtw/w8L-ZXnc2mQ/s200/PC240043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Being isolated, they know nothing of the commercialized holiday of Santa Clause. Everything they do is focused on remembering that God came in the flesh. They sing a song that the children dance to entitled, &lt;em&gt;Welcome Jesus, Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;. William and Grace love it. The kids pair up and do their routine at the front of the church each time we sing the song. I would love to hear your holiday traditions. Write as you have time. AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-765679395316262088?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/765679395316262088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=765679395316262088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/765679395316262088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/765679395316262088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/12/travis-traditions.html' title='Travis Traditions'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRR7ZWf-BYI/AAAAAAAACuI/Ekii9goR4C4/s72-c/PC240040.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8121750858379935949</id><published>2010-12-22T04:11:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-24T04:26:16.506-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 35!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwT8dUuI/AAAAAAAACtg/qiq4bNVPzAc/s1600/PC220011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554191514279432930" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwT8dUuI/AAAAAAAACtg/qiq4bNVPzAc/s200/PC220011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, we're hitting mile stones at our house. Matt turned 35 today! It feels like such a strange age...not young anymore and not old either... As Grace said, "You're half way to 40 now!" I told him not to worry he didn't look a day over 42! You may remember that I turned 29 in Hawaii, so come May I have nothing to worry about in the getting old department. Matt was given his favorite game, Monopoly, as a gift from my mother. It was the hit of the day. Matt is ruthlessly teaching the kids to be serious business contenders.  They played all afternoon. Matt's dad called at the perfect time.  We were lighting &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwltQgeI/AAAAAAAACto/1zzK_vFhh1k/s1600/PC220009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554191519047516642" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwltQgeI/AAAAAAAACto/1zzK_vFhh1k/s200/PC220009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;candles and singing &lt;em&gt;Happy Birthday&lt;/em&gt;.  Matt is an amazing man, and I am proud to be his wife.  I can't wait to see what the next 35 years look like for him/us.  Blessed be His name....the Lord is good!  AT&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwWr6RaI/AAAAAAAACtY/yXlohCi1YHc/s1600/PC220010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5554191515015333282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwWr6RaI/AAAAAAAACtY/yXlohCi1YHc/s200/PC220010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-8121750858379935949?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8121750858379935949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8121750858379935949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8121750858379935949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8121750858379935949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/12/hes-35.html' title='He&apos;s 35!!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TRRzwT8dUuI/AAAAAAAACtg/qiq4bNVPzAc/s72-c/PC220011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-949021021699470558</id><published>2010-11-29T06:48:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-10T08:21:39.882-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDRF7cmpxI/AAAAAAAACtQ/k6C3VBrddoU/s1600/table2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548664640707667730" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDRF7cmpxI/AAAAAAAACtQ/k6C3VBrddoU/s200/table2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful Thanksgiving celebration this year. Funny, it didn't look like any "American Thanksgiving" I have ever had, but I confess it was one of the best. We felt this year like the "Pilgrims" trying to make it in a new land. The "Indians" helped us through our first tough year and then rejoiced with us at all that God has given us!  "Indians" meaning our national friends from our first city in country came to visit us.  They didn't want us to be alone on our "thankful day". We feel truly honored that they would spend their time and money to help us make the day special. We have learn so much from this family...not just &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQxUNCBII/AAAAAAAACso/yzp3AhFQEHk/s1600/allinthewall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548664286575985794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQxUNCBII/AAAAAAAACso/yzp3AhFQEHk/s200/allinthewall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cultural things like customs, food &amp;amp; language, but more importantly, what it looks like to truly love people unconditionally. Why they want to be our friends is a mystery to us...except that we believe that God is going to do an amazing work through this friendship.  HIS ways are amazing, and we can't wait to see what He wants to do.  I fixed mostly traditional local dishes for the day.  I was able to squeeze in stuffed eggs and pecan pie.  They were dishes not too far off from their own.  We were blessed to have two MBB (Muslim Background Believers) families over for dessert and our traditional time of giving thanks.  It was very moving to hear what was on everyone's hearts.  Please join us in prayer for the work that we know the Father wants to do!  Because of Him, AT     &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQx5x4aRI/AAAAAAAACs4/W8mZU_HRbfw/s1600/benveemine.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 167px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548664296662657298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQx5x4aRI/AAAAAAAACs4/W8mZU_HRbfw/s200/benveemine.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQyCzxMvI/AAAAAAAACtA/fMa66gXmztQ/s1600/matmehmetonwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548664299086492402" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQyCzxMvI/AAAAAAAACtA/fMa66gXmztQ/s200/matmehmetonwall.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQyUDjvTI/AAAAAAAACtI/PO7xEarm2fU/s1600/sweets2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548664303716121906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQyUDjvTI/AAAAAAAACtI/PO7xEarm2fU/s200/sweets2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQxtwbsBI/AAAAAAAACsw/GigP8AvmaLk/s1600/alleatingout.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548664293435355154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDQxtwbsBI/AAAAAAAACsw/GigP8AvmaLk/s200/alleatingout.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-949021021699470558?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/949021021699470558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=949021021699470558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/949021021699470558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/949021021699470558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/11/thanksgiving-2010.html' title='Thanksgiving 2010'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TQDRF7cmpxI/AAAAAAAACtQ/k6C3VBrddoU/s72-c/table2.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6969537810533545996</id><published>2010-11-14T04:49:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T09:01:34.134-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I smell?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TN6O2Fjk08I/AAAAAAAACsg/MGhTTXJqREY/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539021651567760322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TN6O2Fjk08I/AAAAAAAACsg/MGhTTXJqREY/s200/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The ability to smell is an amazing thing....isn't it! Sometimes....like when they added the seafood section to our local market last week....I really wish I was lacking in the ability to get a good whiff. On other occasions, our sense of smell plays tricks on us.....like when we first moved overseas, I really thought that my new hand wash dish soap smelled like the toilet bowl cleaner I used in the States. I confess I carefully read/translated the label several times to make sure I wasn't washing my dishes with the wrong thing! There are many times when our ability to smell helps us detect a problem. Last week, I put a chicken on the stove to boil, and...yep, I forgot about it...that is until I smelled the smoke that was billowing from the kitchen. Of course, that little incident had to happen just after I had washed the curtains in the entire apartment...everything WAS smelling so clean! I do appreciate that I have a heightened sense of smell on the days when I have a child that is coming down with something. I know it is strange, but I can smell a person's body chemistry changing because of illness. On the bright side, there are many more times when our sense of smell brings us good memories and special feelings. A few weeks ago, while I was fixing Grace's hair, she told me that our new jel smells like grandpa. Now, she &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TN6O12f4acI/AAAAAAAACsY/fq-ZGA9S8Pg/s1600/campfire_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5539021647525734850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TN6O12f4acI/AAAAAAAACsY/fq-ZGA9S8Pg/s200/campfire_l.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;lovely refers to the jel as her "grandpa's perfume". (My dad is known for smelling good - he loves cologne!) William thinks that our new hand soap smells like jello. He is pretty sure that it is made from "the wiggly stuff" he had in the US. There is also nothing like the smell of fresh banana bread and a newly opened Dr. Pepper! It is finally the allotted time in our city to start burning the coal furnaces that will heat the buildings over the next 5-6 months. The air is filled with the smell of "campfire". It reminds me of special fall evenings spent in the backyard of our dear friends the Birds.  I guess I am writing about smells today because I am missing precious friends and family, and I am also trying to think about the importance of my fragrance as a follower of Christ.  Tomorrow begins the biggest holiday in the Islamic religion.  Kurban Bayramı is the "Feast of Sacrifice".  You can (&lt;a href="http://www.turkishclass.com/turkey/essay/admin/the-festival-of-sacrifice-kurban-bayrami-p1"&gt;Click Here&lt;/a&gt;) for more information.  I am not looking forward to the smell of blood and death in our city, but I am hopeful for opportunities to fellowship with my neighbors.  Please pray for us this week as you feel led.  Our desire is to be a fragrant aroma for Him.  "&lt;em&gt;But thanks be to God, who always leads us in triumph in Christ and manifest through us the sweet aroma of the knowledge of Him in every place.  For we are a fragrance of Christ to God among those who  are being saved and among those who are perishing. "&lt;/em&gt; 2 Corinthians 2:14-15  I hope I smell good!!  AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6969537810533545996?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6969537810533545996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6969537810533545996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6969537810533545996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6969537810533545996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/11/do-i-smell.html' title='Do I smell?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TN6O2Fjk08I/AAAAAAAACsg/MGhTTXJqREY/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7371920086662849853</id><published>2010-11-07T12:25:00.011-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-08T10:26:53.381-06:00</updated><title type='text'>So Am I Just Going to Rot?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNgGoNCdujI/AAAAAAAACro/kyQA8qdpI3k/s1600/eggs%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 133px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5537183029616556594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNgGoNCdujI/AAAAAAAACro/kyQA8qdpI3k/s200/eggs%5B1%5D.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shel Silverstein's book, &lt;em&gt;Where the Sidewalk Ends&lt;/em&gt;, was one of my favorites growing up. Recently, we obtained the book from a family that was returning to the States. My kids have read it through twice now! It's great to watch them laugh, giggle and try to figure out the meaning of each prose.  Here is one that really struck with something God has been trying to teach me lately.  "I Won't Hatch!"  &lt;em&gt;Oh I am a chickie who lives in an egg, But I will not hatch, I will not hatch. The hens they all cackle, the roosters all beg, But I will not hatch, I will not hatch. For I hear all the talk of pollution and war, As the people all shout and the airplanes roar, So I'm staying in here where it's safe and it's warm, And I WILL NOT HATCH!&lt;/em&gt;  It sounds silly, doesn't it?  However, I do find myself quite often snuggling down in a warm comfy spot telling God how He really could use me right where I am.  C.S. Lewis said, &lt;em&gt;"It may be hard for an egg to turn into a bird: it would be a jolly sight harder for it to learn to fly while remaining an egg. We are like eggs as present. And you canot go on indefinitely being just an ordinary, decent egg. We must be hatched or go bad."&lt;/em&gt;  In my opinion, it's not that being a bird is all that bad of a gig; it's the process of getting out of the egg that takes work.  Why is it so difficult to get to the place you know you are suppose to be?  I have heard it said that a chick gains the strength it needs to be a bird through the struggle it sustains exiting the egg.  I don't really know anything about poultry, but I do know it has been my experience so far in my walk with God that I usually have to go through a really hard place to learn what He is wanting me to use on my next phase in my journey.  Just like chicks in a shell, I believe that the Father feeds us and allows us to grow until one day we are to the place he wants us to work and stretch out what He has taught us.  In faith, we have to crack through the shell.  It is tiring, painful and scary, but in the end we are able to bloom into the new creature He wants.  I don't think that we go through this just once in life.  I think that He uses this process often in our sanctification.  &lt;em&gt;"At a certain point in the spiritual journey God will draw a person from one stage to a more advanced stage.  At this stage the person will begin to engage in religious exercises and grow deeper in the spiritual life.  Such souls will likely experience what is called 'the dark night of the soul'.  The 'dark night' is when those persons lose all the pleasure that they once experienced in their devotional life.  This happens because God wants to purify them and move them on to greater heights."&lt;/em&gt;  (John of the Cross "Dark Night of the Soul")  I think sometimes we often get confused when as Believers we seem to be going through struggles whether spiritual or physical.  We think that we must have sinned, not obeyed or done something wrong.  This can be the case, but it can also just be that the Father desires to teach us something new.  He wants us to trust Him in order to get us ready for a new stage in our journey with Him.  Yes, it is going to be a rough process; it is going to challenge us; and likely we are going to question.  However, to stay where we are is to rot.  To break through the shell is to fly with Him.    Yes, I am in one of those shells right now.  I feel like I am pecking away at it, but not able to get it cracked enough to even see light.  My shell is learning a foreign language.  I know that it is necessary, and it is for His glory.  However, in all honesty my beak is hurting and my body is heavy from the weight of the shell.  I know each of you are likely in process of breaking through a shell or have just come through.  Here is another poem from Shel Silverstein that will hopefully encourage you today:   "Listen to the MUSTN'TS" &lt;em&gt;Listen to the MUSTN'TS, child, Listen to the DON'TS, Listen to the SHOULDN'TS The IMPOSSIBLES, the WON'TS, Listen to the NEVER HAVES, Then listen to me - ANYTHING can happen child, ANYTHING can be.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pecking Away and Trusting each day!  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They were taken with Matt's phone. Our camera has totally "given up the ghost". We had a wonderful time of remembrance on Halloween Sunday. We would like to send a special thank you Lollie (Aunt Jan) for the "Super Costumes". We had a super party and talked about super things all day. We played "Find Green Lantern's Ring". There were 12 of them, and they represented the 12 disciples. Then we played "Follow the Flash". This, of course, led to conversations about whom are we following and whom is following us. Our last game was "Don't get stuck with the Kryptonite" (hot potato). This naturally led to conversations about how real super &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQx_sUJx_I/AAAAAAAACrY/2rY4IcBwx-Q/s1600/IMG0076A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536104812242388978" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQx_sUJx_I/AAAAAAAACrY/2rY4IcBwx-Q/s200/IMG0076A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;heroes don't keep their power all to themselves. They share it with others. We are FILLED with power, but with whom are we sharing it? For dinner we had Incredible Hulk Soup, Spiderman Sandwiches and Mr. Freeze Drinks. We topped it off with homemade Super Sugar Cookies. I posted this article last year, but I thought I would share it again. It gives a good and I feel accurate account of the history of his holiday. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQyuY5cD4I/AAAAAAAACrg/2FZ3YB0HZFM/s1600/IMG0083A.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536105614483918722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQyuY5cD4I/AAAAAAAACrg/2FZ3YB0HZFM/s200/IMG0083A.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You can &lt;a href="http://firstthings.com/blogs/evangel/2009/10/halloween-schmalloween/"&gt;(Click Here)&lt;/a&gt; for the article.  I hope you all enjoyed a wonderful holiday, and I hope you find someone today with whom you can share "the Super Good News"!  Because of Him! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3923705737474991978?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3923705737474991978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3923705737474991978' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3923705737474991978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3923705737474991978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/10/all-hallows-eve.html' title='All Hallows Eve'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQx_CED9uI/AAAAAAAACrQ/OesqVyjyzQ0/s72-c/IMG0075A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1854691224689131606</id><published>2010-10-27T11:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T11:30:03.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He's 9 - Where did the time go...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQw5RkYtrI/AAAAAAAACrI/x9CNAK7r-NA/s1600/William%27s+Birthday+2010+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536103602471876274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQw5RkYtrI/AAAAAAAACrI/x9CNAK7r-NA/s200/William%27s+Birthday+2010+020.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQw4vzl2eI/AAAAAAAACrA/JqMAGeqkLgA/s1600/William%27s+Birthday+2010+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536103593408846306" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQw4vzl2eI/AAAAAAAACrA/JqMAGeqkLgA/s200/William%27s+Birthday+2010+007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQvfuQ0svI/AAAAAAAACq4/plTXuKb8gLA/s1600/William%27s+Birthday+2010+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5536102063986225906" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQvfuQ0svI/AAAAAAAACq4/plTXuKb8gLA/s200/William%27s+Birthday+2010+033.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TMfLs-lyawI/AAAAAAAACqA/Dx_FWDEidYA/s1600/William%27s+Birthday+2010+046.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532614640824118018" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TMfLs-lyawI/AAAAAAAACqA/Dx_FWDEidYA/s200/William%27s+Birthday+2010+046.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We had a wonderful time celebrating William's birthday this year. This summer we were able to find (&amp;amp; hide even through the move) an archery set that is just right for beginners. William is thrilled with it! We had company in town visiting, so we celebrated on Friday evening which also made it possible to use the archery set for the first time on Saturday. On his actual birthday, we cancelled homeschool and just did "whatever William wanted" games and activities all day. At &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TMfLtmYERAI/AAAAAAAACqQ/d_YSkaR7LvI/s1600/William%27s+Birthday+2010+037.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532614651503985666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TMfLtmYERAI/AAAAAAAACqQ/d_YSkaR7LvI/s200/William%27s+Birthday+2010+037.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;home group in the evening, the fellowship surprised him with a cake and singing. They also prayed for him and his new year. I am still in awe at God's wonderful blessing of a son. He is a treasure and a joy. AT&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TMfLtAmikyI/AAAAAAAACqI/35NSQPvXj7U/s1600/William%27s+Birthday+2010+039.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532614641364144930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TMfLtAmikyI/AAAAAAAACqI/35NSQPvXj7U/s200/William%27s+Birthday+2010+039.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-1854691224689131606?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1854691224689131606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1854691224689131606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1854691224689131606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1854691224689131606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/10/hes-9-where-did-time-go.html' title='He&apos;s 9 - Where did the time go...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TNQw5RkYtrI/AAAAAAAACrI/x9CNAK7r-NA/s72-c/William%27s+Birthday+2010+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-9114369493924634003</id><published>2010-09-23T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T08:24:17.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Quote Me....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3XOS5ztI/AAAAAAAACpY/6eFptQ6QEhs/s1600/SDC12586.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517885209317068498" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3XOS5ztI/AAAAAAAACpY/6eFptQ6QEhs/s200/SDC12586.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;...but I think I am becoming a cat person. I NEVER thought I would say that, and yet the words are out. I know it is still a bit early...we'll see when the "new" wears off, but for now we are very happy with the newest member of the Travis Family. For those of you that did not read it on Facebook, yes, we rescued a street kitty again. (You might remember we did this last year with very sad results. &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/kitty-story.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Click Here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;for the story.) I know cats have their issues, and we will have to address jumping on furniture, scratching and hair balls, etc. when it occurs in the future, but for now this kitten &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3YKpgQxI/AAAAAAAACpw/SbuegbCYuLY/s1600/SDC12590.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517885225517990674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3YKpgQxI/AAAAAAAACpw/SbuegbCYuLY/s200/SDC12590.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;seems like a wonderful (&amp;amp; super easy) pet for a 7 year old. Truth be told the whole family (even Matt!) is enjoying the new addition. Matt says it is because she acts like a dog. She follows us around the house. She always wants to be in the same room as the family. She is the source of constant laughs as she pounces the fringes of the carpet, climbs in and out of her box and attacks her own tail. However, she has also scared us to death by jumping up onto the balcony railing. We are on the 8th floor! I don't think she would ever consider jumping, but she has a lame back leg. She &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3Yp0_P9I/AAAAAAAACp4/lxzRLgk1Txs/s1600/SDC12595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517885233887657938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3Yp0_P9I/AAAAAAAACp4/lxzRLgk1Txs/s200/SDC12595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;could fall off....any suggestions?? Today is the first day of fall and our first day of rain in her lifetime. (4 months we think) She was very confused. She likes to nap on the balcony rug, but this morning she would go out and run back in and look at us as if we were doing something mean to her. I confess it was pitiful and comical at the same time. Grace has named her Ginger, but since she does not speak English we mostly call her "Zencefil". She is helping us with transitioning to an ease in communication in a foreign language!! A live in tutor...constant practice!! She has &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3Xeo5ZHI/AAAAAAAACpg/JmttJkb2JuI/s1600/SDC12588.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517885213704283250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3Xeo5ZHI/AAAAAAAACpg/JmttJkb2JuI/s200/SDC12588.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;decided to sleep at the foot of Grace's bed. The other night I heard Grace speaking to her in her sleep. I am so glad that Grace has moved to dreaming in a foreign language!! Now, if the rest of us can transition to that level, we'll be doing good! Okay, so I may be turning into a cat lover, but in order to avoid being a "crazy cat lady" I promise to not constantly write about the cat. AT &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3X2yCD3I/AAAAAAAACpo/y85MM_9CmWE/s1600/SDC12589.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5517885220185050994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3X2yCD3I/AAAAAAAACpo/y85MM_9CmWE/s200/SDC12589.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-9114369493924634003?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/9114369493924634003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=9114369493924634003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/9114369493924634003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/9114369493924634003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/09/dont-quote-me.html' title='Don&apos;t Quote Me....'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TJN3XOS5ztI/AAAAAAAACpY/6eFptQ6QEhs/s72-c/SDC12586.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8539170958296411104</id><published>2010-09-12T13:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T14:18:38.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy, Kids, Candy, Kids, Candy &amp; More Kids</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jDnsDboI/AAAAAAAACpI/7nsbS9VD6uo/s1600/seker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516103663699062402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jDnsDboI/AAAAAAAACpI/7nsbS9VD6uo/s200/seker.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The last several days have been a holiday time in our country.  It is the celebration known as "Seker Bayrami".  I wrote about it last year, you can &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/seker-bayrami.html"&gt;click here &lt;/a&gt;for a few more details.  We are living in an area that has a ton of children, so we were quite busy this year compared to last year.  Basically, the children are allowed to "trick-or-treat" for 3 days from early in the morning until night.  They kiss your hand, wish you a happy holiday and then hold up their bag.  It is really cute to see the tiny ones at your door.  Some of them were a little afraid of us at first, but since you can go back to the same home each day, they warmed up.  They mostly receive wrapped candy, but they also get money (mostly from family) chocolates, cakes, baklava, cookies - anything sweet.  We allowed William and Grace go to a few buildings with their friends.  They were so excited to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jEWQWKXI/AAAAAAAACpQ/9q7OoL4d5AQ/s1600/baklava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516103676199315826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jEWQWKXI/AAAAAAAACpQ/9q7OoL4d5AQ/s200/baklava.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;participate as children as well as act like big kids and get their hands kissed and pass out candy to others.  The holiday is also a time to visit family and friends.  We are new so I think that people in our building are still a little unsure of us, but we were blessed to make a few visits, and we invited Matt's new language teacher and his family over for a meal.  We are learning so much about this culture and beautiful people.  We are honored to have the privilege to be in this place.  &lt;em&gt;"Let love and faithfulness never leave you; bind them &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jCZ41ZuI/AAAAAAAACpA/xJ5oOnXuLrM/s1600/seker2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 89px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516103642814703330" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jCZ41ZuI/AAAAAAAACpA/xJ5oOnXuLrM/s200/seker2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;around your neck, write them on the tablet of your heart.  Then you will win favor and a good name in the sight of God and man."&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs 3: 3-4       Singing His Sweet Praises!! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-8539170958296411104?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8539170958296411104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8539170958296411104' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8539170958296411104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8539170958296411104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/09/candy-kids-candy-kids-candy-more-kids.html' title='Candy, Kids, Candy, Kids, Candy &amp; More Kids'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TI0jDnsDboI/AAAAAAAACpI/7nsbS9VD6uo/s72-c/seker.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6811191583101919779</id><published>2010-09-12T10:49:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T13:46:33.311-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of School 2010-2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7xvlXW3I/AAAAAAAACoo/m9Sh6IusP_s/s1600/SDC12580.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516060475627363186" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7xvlXW3I/AAAAAAAACoo/m9Sh6IusP_s/s200/SDC12580.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Praise the Lord, I think I can stamp the first week of school as a success.  We held our smiles and excitement most of the time.  I believe we are really enjoying our new curriculum.  I was nervous about the Language Arts program, but it seems to be a lot of fun and yet challenging.  It is a classical approach.  For now, I seem to be able to manipulate it to work well with the kids' learning styles, my teaching style and our time available.  We are continuing with our same Bible studies and Math-U-See.  We added back Answers in Genesis' "God's Design For" series for our science.  The &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7yf0OUII/AAAAAAAACo4/zIqhllEOxi8/s1600/SDC12579.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516060488574587010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7yf0OUII/AAAAAAAACo4/zIqhllEOxi8/s200/SDC12579.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big hit this year so far is our new "Mystery of History" curriculum.  They love listening to the audio lessons, creating flash cards to study for tests, looking at old and new worlds maps, etc.  To tell you the truth, I am learning right along with them!!  The kids are also very excited to be taking piano lessons again.  William still really wants to play the guitar.  Maybe we can move to that in a year or so.  Our new fellowship seems to be full of very talented musicians who love children.  W&amp;amp;G enjoy sitting with all the teens and taking turns playing the recorder, clarinet, saz, guitar, etc.  It's always a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7x5xmf7I/AAAAAAAACow/qgPHvTw9fQw/s1600/SDC12577.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516060478363041714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7x5xmf7I/AAAAAAAACow/qgPHvTw9fQw/s200/SDC12577.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;big jam session before we start meetings.  We are blessed to have a young lady coming to our home for 2 hours each day to help us with language.  It seems to work best if we try to accomplish one activity (an hour to an hour &amp;amp; 15 min.) and then let the kids work with our Rosetta Stone computer curriculum while I have a little time alone with our tutor.  Of course there are always "kinks" in the day/week....a neighbor stops by, Matt is at the house, Matt brings a friend home for lunch, and this week Thursday &amp;amp; Friday were local holidays so kids were ringing the bell for candy all day &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7xGBgsRI/AAAAAAAACog/9UyiyeAjUfg/s1600/SDC12576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5516060464471126290" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TIz7xGBgsRI/AAAAAAAACog/9UyiyeAjUfg/s200/SDC12576.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(we let W&amp;amp;G go with their new friends - what memories!)!!  In the end, all the "i"s were dotted and "t"s crossed.  One of the reasons we are homeschooling is for the "kinks".  We want to be flexible.  Our WHOLE family is here to love and serve.  Now, just 35 more weeks to go!!  His Mercies are New Every Morning!  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WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506298950546355474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpNuM5r9RI/AAAAAAAACnI/FdXDZJ7EVR4/s200/SDC12496.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our last apartment was located on a major street.  When we first moved in, I was afraid I was going to be constantly bothered by the street noises, but I was very surprised by the quality of our front windows.  We actually really grew to love our location and our home.  We lived above a barber shop and an office supply store.  Just down from us were a glass shop and a remodeling store.  One day we noticed some children from the remodeling store had a baby chick in a cage.  We just assumed that supper would be in a month or so; however, they assured us that the chicken was a pet.  As time went by, they let the "pet" out of its cage and it began to roam up and down our sidewalk.  At times, it would &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpNt_LPgcI/AAAAAAAACnA/YUp3QLwjhO8/s1600/SDC12498.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506298946861892034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpNt_LPgcI/AAAAAAAACnA/YUp3QLwjhO8/s200/SDC12498.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonder into the barber shop and get booted out.  The office store children would feed it, but it would never really go beyond our building....I assumed that was because of the neighborhood cat that sat at the baklava shop.  The chicken was fun to watch, and we enjoyed its distraction from the craziness of life around us.  One of our last days in the apartment, I looked out my window to see the chicken in the street.  She had never before, to my knowledge, tested those waters.  She had always been content to simply stay on the sidewalk.  So, why that day did she gather the courage?  &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Why did the chicken cross the road?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  Interesting question, right?  Last week, we camped in a tent for 7 days with new local friends.  I experienced many firsts on the trip!!  Overall it was a wonderful experience, but one night mid-trip I had a rough moment.  I was trying to get to sleep, but I was hot in my clothes, had had too many cups of çay, couldn't get a breeze, everyone was snoring (allergies!), and I was EXHAUSTED and just wanted to be somewhere else!!  I started to cry and was asking myself, "Why did I even cross this road?"  Everyone would have understood that I had just moved, my language isn't good enough yet, overall I'm a wimp of a camper....and it's summer - who camps in summer!!  I did the only thing I knew to do, (getting in the van and driving back 12 hours wouldn't have worked out!) I began to pray.  God is so faithful to remind us of His love.  I am thankful He never leaves us, and He is always there to comfort us.  The Spirit brought Psalm 62 to my heart. &lt;em&gt;"Find rest oh my soul in God alone.  My hope comes from Him.  He alone is my rock and my salvation.  He is my fortress.  I will not be shaken."&lt;/em&gt;  I sang the Psalm over and over until eventually I went to sleep.  Why do we cross some roads?  I think sometimes it might just be for the experience and the adventure.  I also think that in our journey of life God has several mountains for us to climb, valleys for us to walk through and roads that we must cross.  As we are traveling, He is teaching and molding us.  It is also our opportunity to be a part of what He is doing around the world.  So, what happened to the chicken?  Did she become dinner?  Did she finally cross the road and move on to greener pastures (well, a city park was just across the street!)?  I will never know, but I do know that I can make it through 7 days in a tent, and I can and will make it through the new leg of the journey that the Father has us on for this season of our life. &lt;br /&gt;Finding Rest in Him, AT&lt;br /&gt;PS:  Interesting: As I have been reading lately, I have noticed a pattern that joy and contentment are often found in connection with trail and suffering.  (1 Peter 4:12-19; James 1:2-18; Luke 15; Isaiah 12; 52:7-10)  This is something that I am praying through as I also have a few areas that I am asking for healing and freedom.  Interesting road to walk: content in trail &amp;amp; suffering and yet fully expecting and believing in healing and freedom.  Discussion is welcome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2407646550796154041?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2407646550796154041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2407646550796154041' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2407646550796154041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2407646550796154041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/08/why-did-chicken-cross-road.html' title='Why did the chicken cross the road?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpNuM5r9RI/AAAAAAAACnI/FdXDZJ7EVR4/s72-c/SDC12496.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6369692404477229648</id><published>2010-08-19T03:27:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-19T09:06:58.667-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ants, Ants, Ants...and 2 Roaches!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpIBRgVkHI/AAAAAAAACm4/NHmo-eZhx0w/s1600/ant.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 177px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5506292681129955442" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpIBRgVkHI/AAAAAAAACm4/NHmo-eZhx0w/s200/ant.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This may seem very girly and even silly in light of everything a person faces when moving to a different country, but one of the things I really feared when I moved was bugs. What type of bugs would my house have? Would I find them on the food? Would something crawl on me in the night? I am very pleased to report that while in our first city, bugs were really never an issue. During the entire time that we lived in that particular apartment we probably saw 3 bugs....none of which were roaches or anything I would consider "creepy!" We had a few bees fly in, but those are easily swatted and forgotten. However, we have a bit of a mystery brewing at our new apartment. I have now found (&amp;amp; killed!) about a dozen ants and 2 small roaches. The mystery is that I am finding them in what I think are odd places for those particular pests, and I am finding them alone. So...what do I do? How do I take action? Are there millions in the walls just waiting to attack? Hummm...well, what do I know about these insects? 1) They do not live alone. 2) They function as a group. 3) Where there is one there are most likely dozens more. 4) A problem with either of these 2 pests can easily take over a home, and we could end up with a serious problem on our hands! So, why am I writing to you today about bugs and telling you things that you likely already know? Well, God just really makes me smile. It is amazing how He knows us and knows how we think. He is always so good when trying to teach, warn, encourage or correct me to give me a very clear visual picture along with His living Word and powerful voice. Recently, it seems like every time I open His Word I am reading about how I need to "be ready"; I need to prepare; I need to be on alert; I need to be diligent. Also, in our Wednesday night study, we are discussing Jerry Bridges' book, &lt;em&gt;The Pursuit of Holiness&lt;/em&gt;. The last 2 weeks the focus has been on personal discipline. What things are "creeping" in my life and distracting me from not just "doing" the things that God has called me to do, but doing things WELL to the glory of the Father? At first, distractful &lt;em&gt;things &lt;/em&gt;may look like a single bee, easily swatted and forgotten; however, when a whole colony of ants decides to take my lunch right off the balcony, it will be pretty hard for me to ignore my problem! Proverbs 27:12 say, &lt;em&gt;"The prudent see danger and take refuge, but the simple keep going and suffer for it."&lt;/em&gt; Today, I am evaluating those things that are "creeping in"....laziness, doing just enough to get by, bad/negative attitudes, etc.....and I am making a plan of attack! Lord willing, I will keep my life and my home free from things that creep in....humm...do they sell RAID in this country? &lt;em&gt;"I can do everything through Him who gives me strength."&lt;/em&gt; Philippians 4:13 AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: I just remembered that in 2008 I posted a blog about bugs...well really about fear and our need to trust in HIS perfect plan. If you're in a "bug mood", and want to read on, you can &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/06/bugs-bugs-slugs.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to go right to the link.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6369692404477229648?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6369692404477229648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6369692404477229648' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6369692404477229648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6369692404477229648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/08/ants-ants-antsand-2-roaches.html' title='Ants, Ants, Ants...and 2 Roaches!!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGpIBRgVkHI/AAAAAAAACm4/NHmo-eZhx0w/s72-c/ant.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6768426392151870529</id><published>2010-08-12T07:16:00.021-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:56:17.501-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwbaYyIaI/AAAAAAAACmg/g5qvjVAnqDA/s1600/SDC12503.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504507523307282850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwbaYyIaI/AAAAAAAACmg/g5qvjVAnqDA/s200/SDC12503.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, one week later, I think that we are officially "moved'. The movers came 3 hours late, but they were still able to clear everything out and load it on the truck by the time we needed to leave for the airport. We were quite shocked when they showed up with an exposed truck, but we are told that is quite common in this part of the world. We have also been told that the fact that ALL of our furniture is scratched, dented, bent, torn...damaged in some way is also quite common. My flesh wants to be sad and disappointed, but from the beginning of this move I have been determined that in all things I was going to simply turn it over to the Father. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perspective can change your attitude! &lt;/span&gt;As they were loading the truck (and the drivers were smoking on my couch as you see in the &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwb3uFINI/AAAAAAAACmo/LjEMz9E27wI/s1600/SDC12507.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504507531181236434" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwb3uFINI/AAAAAAAACmo/LjEMz9E27wI/s200/SDC12507.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pictures!), it began to rain. In that moment, when I was really ready to throw up my hands and say, "OH GREAT!", I decided instead to simply praise God for all that HE has provided for us. If it is all ruined, He will provide again. Where is the money going to come from? - HIM! It is amazing how much freedom I am finding from simply holding things loosely. A local friend of mine called to say that the city was crying because we were leaving. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perspective makes you appreciate things in a new way. &lt;/span&gt;The movers were incredible to watch. They would strap hundreds of pounds (literally!) to their backs. I was really afraid for them. At one point a mover had a large box on his &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwcLqlANI/AAAAAAAACmw/NEjydMmzc2M/s1600/SDC12506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5504507536535257298" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwcLqlANI/AAAAAAAACmw/NEjydMmzc2M/s200/SDC12506.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;back and another man added an even heavier box to the top and said, "As the Lord Wills!" He let the mover walked down the 5 flights of stairs alone! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perspective makes you see others differently. &lt;/span&gt;Our things arrived in our new city about 48 hours later. On this end, the job of moving was even more difficult in my opinion because they had to haul things up 8 flights of stairs. Also, the hired workers on this end looked like really small old guys! However, they never complained and at one point we overheard them telling the drivers that our apartment was like a palace! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perspective shows things in a new light. &lt;/span&gt;This has been an interesting week. We have gone a whole day with no water; everyday with periods of time without electricity (that means no water, too); it does not look like the internet is going to be reliable; our air conditioner is not cooling in this 110-115 degree heat! (and no, I don't mean central air. It's something like a "window unit".); the kids are restless; and I shook a rug off my balcony and the dirt went in a window and onto my still sleeping new neighbor! However, last night, I sat in a room with about a dozen believers. These are people that really know about difficulty and sacrifice. They have given up everything....income, place in society, homes, families, friends, security in life, etc. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;WOW, perspective!!&lt;/span&gt; We will "settle" in. We will learn culture. We will learn language. We will learn how to get by with random utilities. We will learn how to work with a crazy internet connection. We will give Him praise in all things. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Perspective!&lt;/span&gt; AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6768426392151870529?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6768426392151870529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6768426392151870529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6768426392151870529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6768426392151870529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/08/perspective.html' title='Perspective!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TGPwbaYyIaI/AAAAAAAACmg/g5qvjVAnqDA/s72-c/SDC12503.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-854365827841998706</id><published>2010-07-29T12:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:31:09.112-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well we're moving on up....</title><content type='html'>...to the East side...to a deluxe apartment in the SKY....well we're moving on uppppp... Okay, anyone singing with me? Am I the only one that remembers the Jeffersons? Yes, I confess that I am just that goofy. Every time someone says, "moving up", I hum or sing that song even if it is just in my head. Well, for us it is kind-of true. We are moving from what is considered the American 5th floor to the 8th floor, and we are moving about 18 hours East. However, to say that we are getting a deluxe apartment would be a bit of a stretch, but we are getting (as I mentioned in our last post) what we believe is a hand-picked apartment from the Lord....so I guess that does make it deluxe! If all goes as scheduled, a moving truck will pack up our things this coming Thursday, August 5th. We will fly out that evening and stay with the couple that we are joining. Matt's new job will be helping to run an office supply/book store. We are super excited about all that God is doing in and around that job and opportunity. It is, of course, bitter sweet to leave where we have been the past year. The Father has given us some amazing friendships and experiences. We trust that on this new road of our journey He will be just as faithful and just as powerful in our lives. What an amazing adventure He is allowing us to partake in. We are truly blessed. Thank you for your continued prayers and words of encouragement. The next post will be from down under.... no wait...we're not going that far...AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-854365827841998706?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/854365827841998706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=854365827841998706' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/854365827841998706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/854365827841998706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/07/well-were-moving-on-up.html' title='Well we&apos;re moving on up....'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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-4644872095079124912.post-2019435494831105729</id><published>2010-07-26T08:06:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-29T12:34:23.227-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surrendering All...and Doing it AGAIN tomorrow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhIh7uN2I/AAAAAAAACl4/fPf6NOtg7Kc/s1600/SDC12469.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495976088195446626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhIh7uN2I/AAAAAAAACl4/fPf6NOtg7Kc/s200/SDC12469.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This month we took a week to travel out east to look for a house. Just like on our previous trip, by mid-trip we were all sick to our stomachs. I know that is just "par for the course" when living abroad, but I confess it still is a tough road to walk. It is especially a difficult road to watch your children walk. On Wednesday evening, we had planned to attend a fellowship with other local like-minded people; however, William &amp;amp; I were too ill to go. While William slept, I decided to spend some time looking out over the city and praying. During my time, the Father kept bringing the old hymn "I Surrender All" to my mind. (If you can't remember the tune or complete lyrics, you can &lt;a href="http://www.hymnsite.com/lyrics/umh354.sht"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.) I know that I have sung it countless times, and I truly do want to surrender all to Him. However, if I am perfectly honest with myself, I continue to find areas that are not completely surrendered. As I looked out &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhI-vYc-I/AAAAAAAACmA/Uqqmu65-PmU/s1600/SDC12473.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495976095928316898" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhI-vYc-I/AAAAAAAACmA/Uqqmu65-PmU/s200/SDC12473.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;over what will be my new city, it seemed as if I stared in the face of two huge areas of non-surrender. The first one is my desire for "things that are pretty." I know that seems incredibly shallow; however, it is the truth. The city we are moving to is anything but "pretty". It is basically a village that has grown stack by stack, block by block on top of its self. It is hot, dry and just plain brown. The people are not pretty people. They live a hard life at or below poverty. They don't have "pretty things", and they don't "act pretty". As I watched a small child passing on the street below me, I heard the Father say, "Amy, I will not be able to use you here if you do not choose to see this city and these &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhJXkUFBI/AAAAAAAACmI/xl3FZkQjaeA/s1600/SDC12492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495976102592779282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhJXkUFBI/AAAAAAAACmI/xl3FZkQjaeA/s200/SDC12492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;people like I do." Wow, I realized in that moment that it is not enough to say, "I will go, and give up all the "pretty"." I need to change my view of "pretty". God not only needed my mind and my will to surrender to His plan; He needed by heart to surrender. In order to do that, He needs me to surrender to the transformation of my eyes so that I can view His world and His people through His lenses. I know that may sound basic, but when it is daily staring me in the face, I confess it is difficult. But oh how the Father is good...in a city that does not readily welcome foreigners; in a city that it is very unusual to lease apartments; in a city that does not have a lot of "pretty"....HE allowed us to find an apartment that is directly overlooking the only real park. I am&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TFAgUPSInKI/AAAAAAAACmQ/QN_Z8Jj1TOU/s1600/SDC12479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498930677091441826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TFAgUPSInKI/AAAAAAAACmQ/QN_Z8Jj1TOU/s200/SDC12479.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; continually amazed at how the Father blesses as we are willing to completely surrender.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since this was our second trip to this city and subsequently the 2nd time we "caught something", the second thing of non-surrender that hit me was the health of my children. Our new city will not have the medical care that our current one has. Don't miss read this blog...if my children are in an emergency or serious need of care, we can leave the city to seek help. However, I felt the Lord asking me if I was truly trusting Him with the care and health of my children. Do I really believe that they are loved more by Him than by me? Do I really believe that He has a plan and purpose for them? Do I really believe that this life that He has chosen for "us" truly includes them?... I DO - I HAVE TO! I will never truly be 100% surrendered if I don't. Is it still hard to walk down that road of surrender? - YES - Almost 3 weeks later, our bodies have still not fully healed from whatever we picked up on our trip. It could very well be that we are always &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TFAgUmx3qkI/AAAAAAAACmY/1WdsPg5rMaA/s1600/SDC12488.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5498930683398564418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TFAgUmx3qkI/AAAAAAAACmY/1WdsPg5rMaA/s200/SDC12488.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;slightly ill in our new city. Is that scary to me? - YES- However, I know that we are never promised an easy life - not even our children. One of Matt &amp;amp; my parenting philosophies is: &lt;em&gt;We are more interested in our children's holiness than their happiness.&lt;/em&gt; It is God's plan for our family to move; therefore, it is a part of His plan for our children's ability to grow in holiness. He is in control of their health. Only He knows the number of our days. If our life purpose is to give Him glory, I must surrender to His desire for our health and trust Him to give us all the strength we need to continue serving Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I surrender All...and I'll need to do it again tomorrow... AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2019435494831105729?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2019435494831105729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2019435494831105729' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2019435494831105729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2019435494831105729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/07/surrendering-alland-doing-it-again.html' title='Surrendering All...and Doing it AGAIN tomorrow...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEWhIh7uN2I/AAAAAAAACl4/fPf6NOtg7Kc/s72-c/SDC12469.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8538492808570150839</id><published>2010-07-20T03:58:00.025-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T07:57:34.792-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pit of Compare</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-FcV_G3I/AAAAAAAAClo/v8RYJ6YSOtw/s1600/SDC12447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495937552248413042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-FcV_G3I/AAAAAAAAClo/v8RYJ6YSOtw/s200/SDC12447.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I am one of those girls from the generation that loves the film "The Princess Bride". I remember as a young teen sitting on my aunt's couch and watching it for the first time and thinking how wonderful it must be to love so much that not even THE PIT OF DESPAIR would kill me. Boy, the Father has taught me and is still teaching me a lot about love...mostly HIS love. I admit so often I really mess up in the "genuinely loving" department. It has come to my attention lately how much time I spend comparing instead of simply accepting and loving...whether it is comparing cities, cultures, new apartments, friends, family, myself, my children.....the list I am afraid to say goes on and on... Yes, I know I have been told since my feet &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-E1n4wsI/AAAAAAAAClg/XUdoJtXZ-UE/s1600/family.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 190px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495937541854511810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-E1n4wsI/AAAAAAAAClg/XUdoJtXZ-UE/s200/family.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hit the ground in this new country not to compare myself to other language learners. For the past 9 year, I have been told not to compare myself to other mothers, and I have most certainly been told not to compare my children...SO, why is it such a natural trap to fall into!? July 1st was our one year anniversary of living overseas. We decided to check out the new aquarium that was built about 30 minutes from our apartment. We had a great time, but while we were there Grace made a comment that really struck me.  We were walking past an open fish tank and she so matter-of-factly stated, "Wow, these fish STINK....Not as bad as the bums on the train, but they stink!"  Of course, I had to chuckle.  She was right.  The smell was bad, but not awful.  However, in that moment the Lord convicted me with the futility in my sin of comparison.  Why would I hold any two things up and compare them?  &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-Fn4z9QI/AAAAAAAAClw/ky09TO4_Qec/s1600/surprised.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 140px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5495937555347272962" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-Fn4z9QI/AAAAAAAAClw/ky09TO4_Qec/s200/surprised.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;EVERYTHING stinks outside of God!  People are sinners no matter how "perfect" and "put together" they may appear to be.  Children have different personalities and develop differently.  Cities and cultures all over the world have positive and negatives!  So, if everything stinks and yet God created everything and loves everyone, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;why do I fall into THE PIT OF COMPARE?&lt;/span&gt;  I think the answer for me is most likely the sin of worry/anxiousness.  I justify my "curiosity" about what someone else is doing by telling myself, "Well, I just want to make sure I am doing what is best for my family; I want to go deep in language &amp;amp; culture; I just wonder what others are facing in their culture."  Hummm; if that is the case, then why do I feel emotionally better or worse based on the answer.  Philippians 4:6 commands believers not to worry.  In Matthew 6, Jesus assures us that our heavenly Father will take care of all of our needs.  &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;So, how do I stop?&lt;/span&gt;  1 Peter 5:7 tells us that we can cast our cares on Him.  He will take care of us.  Philippians goes on to say in 4:7 that He will give us peace.  Practically speaking, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what does that look like for me right now?&lt;/span&gt;  Well, I have been repeating a very British phrase lately "MIND MY MOUTH".  I am not just talking about what is coming audibly out of my mouth, but also the little conversations am I having with myself in my own head!!  #1 God has our family right where HE wants us.  Since, that is the case, there is nothing that we will face that HE will not see us through:  I will learn language; My family will have our needs met;  whatever comes our way physically - He is sovereign.  #2 God has a standard set for all people, and my children need to be proactively parented to that standard.  However, I need to be diligent to bring my two VERY different children lovingly to that standard without comparison to each other or to other children; and #3 I need to look to the positives with the new city and culture that God has for me.  I need to love without "requirements".  I need to accept without comparison.  I guess that brings me to...&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;what is the pitfall if I choose to live a life constantly comparing?&lt;/span&gt;  I believe that the pitfall will be a life spent searching for favor with man rather than a life focused on offering unconditional love.  What can I truly accomplish or gain that will have any lasting value if my basis for ministry, basis for parenting or basis for life is to find man's approval?  It's funny how often when I hear or read about love, my ideal is still compared to "The Princess Bride" type of love.  Would I face the pit of despair?  Would I love faithfully over years of separation and unknown death?  The truth is God gives us a perfect standard for love in His Son and in 1 Corinthians 13.  Wow, it is a steep challenge, but I should be loving the world....&lt;em&gt;even the stinky&lt;/em&gt;....with unconditional love.  This is what will last.  This is the standard.  This is the only thing with which I should compare my actions and attitudes.&lt;br /&gt;Climbing out of the Pit with &lt;em&gt;faith, hope &amp;amp; love&lt;/em&gt;, and trusting that the plans He has for me are unique and perfect.  AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-8538492808570150839?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8538492808570150839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8538492808570150839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8538492808570150839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8538492808570150839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/07/pit-of-compare.html' title='The Pit of Compare'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TEV-FcV_G3I/AAAAAAAAClo/v8RYJ6YSOtw/s72-c/SDC12447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1048436688307468449</id><published>2010-06-29T04:56:00.024-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-29T08:44:27.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When no one else knows....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TCnJeWDxUvI/AAAAAAAAClA/VUUWh0hqSCo/s1600/where+the+red+fern+grows.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488139144082313970" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TCnJeWDxUvI/AAAAAAAAClA/VUUWh0hqSCo/s200/where+the+red+fern+grows.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Until last night, I was probably one of the few people my age that had never read nor watched, &lt;em&gt;Where the Red Fern Grows&lt;/em&gt;. I had heard of it, but I guess with all my moving around as a child, I skipped it somehow in school and never got around to it personally as an adult. Well, last night, we downloaded it off of youtube for Family Movie Night. ('74 version) It is not our normal practice to watch programs with the kids without previewing first (we also REALLY like to read books first!), but we had heard good things, so we plunged forward. This movie should have come with a BIG warning that it was going to set us all in tears! We are all a little emotionally sensitive right now with preparing to move again, but even without that factor, this movie is a heart squeezer. I do; however, still recommend it. It has brought up so many areas of discussion...the largest one being the subject of &lt;strong&gt;Integrity&lt;/strong&gt;. We have discussed this "word" before as a family because it is in our Family Purpose Statement. (&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/06/family-mission-statement.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;click here to read more&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) Several times throughout the movie, the main character, &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TCnJe0szehI/AAAAAAAAClI/6AH1Kv5Sa2w/s1600/red-fern-275-206.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Billy, is faced with "choices" of whether to do the "right thing" or not. I think that one of the best scenes in the movie is the first time the dogs, Little Ann and Old Dan, have "treed a coon". The tree is way too large for a young boy to chop down. Billy ends up tiring and falling asleep. His parents find him the next morning resting under the tree. They tell him to give up and go home. The mother even asks him if "she is going to have to whip him on top of everything else". His response is that he will have to take the entire punishment due him because he promised the dogs that if they would do the work to track and tree a raccoon, he would retrieve it. What a great example of integrity. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TCnZUOkdlhI/AAAAAAAAClQ/dMe690fr56k/s1600/cat-hat-book.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 138px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5488156562459301394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TCnZUOkdlhI/AAAAAAAAClQ/dMe690fr56k/s200/cat-hat-book.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The promise was only made to dogs...not people. The tree was too big for a man...not to mention a young boy. Maybe if someone helped him, he could follow through with his promise. The excuses and reasons against keeping his word could go on and on, but the movie didn't let it go that way. Your word is your word no matter to whom or to what it is given. The dad simply gives the boy gloves and a bigger ax. The mom gives him water and some food. Then they leave him to do what he said he would do. Amazing! How often do I try to back track when what I said I would do gets too hard or maybe it is not working out like I wanted it to work? How often do I "let my kids off the hook" trying to "make things easier on them"?  Our integrity is calculated in those moments in our lives when the actions we take and the words we say will be recorded and seen by no one. Proverbs, of course, has many verses that instruct us how to walk in wisdom and integrity. Proverbs 19:1 says, &lt;em&gt;"Better is a poor person who walks in his integrity than one who is crooked in speech and is a fool."&lt;/em&gt; Proverbs goes on to say in 20:7&lt;em&gt; "The righteous who walks in his integrity - blessed are his children after him." &lt;/em&gt;Wow, what a challenge as a parent!  How am I walking - even when I think no one is looking or listening? Are my children blessed because I am walking with integrity?  I know my children are still young, but one thing that I have learned is that they ARE listening and looking even when I think they are not. Am I setting the example of integrity that I want them to follow? One of our favorite books is Dr. Seuss's book, &lt;em&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/em&gt;. For some reason, no matter what waiting room we were put in for our pediatrician in the States, &lt;em&gt;The Cat in the Hat&lt;/em&gt; was the book available for us to read. The end of the book asks a very simple but important question that will test where a child is in the area of integrity. If you remember, the children in the book allowed the cat to come in to their house, break things, play with things and make a royal mess! However, the cat was able to magically mend, put everything to rights and leave the house before the mother returned. Upon her return, the mother asks, &lt;em&gt;"Did you have any fun? Tell me. What did you do?"&lt;/em&gt; The book goes on to ask the last questions directly to the reader:&lt;em&gt; "And Sally and I did not know what to say. Should we tell her the things that went on there that day? Should we tell her about it? Now, what should we do? Well....what would you do if your mother asked you?"&lt;/em&gt; My children's responses have been very telling over the years...A reflection of me...A reflection of their hearts...A reflection of an area that cannot be overlooked in the growing and nurturing of mighty men and women of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking for teachable moments, AT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-1048436688307468449?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1048436688307468449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1048436688307468449' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1048436688307468449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1048436688307468449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/06/when-no-one-else-knows.html' title='When no one else knows....'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TCnJeWDxUvI/AAAAAAAAClA/VUUWh0hqSCo/s72-c/where+the+red+fern+grows.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6116115895979829425</id><published>2010-06-16T08:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-16T11:08:39.007-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BEST MAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD (We think anyway!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA03di7JMYI/AAAAAAAACkQ/r6nO1z3OF1k/s1600/SDC12170.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480097302310367618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA03di7JMYI/AAAAAAAACkQ/r6nO1z3OF1k/s200/SDC12170.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How much do I love thee? Let me count the ways.....Okay, yes, that was cheesy, and yes, this is going to be a sappy blog. With Father's Day and our 13th Wedding Anniversary this week, I'm sorry this blog is just itching to be written. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Of course, we think our husband/daddy is the best man in the whole world! You hear so many people say, "He is not the man I married." Yes, that is so true for us, and it should be for believers! I do not know how many times I have asked myself in the last 13 years: "How did I get so lucky?! It can't get better than this....and yet, it has!!" I was so young and naive, but God was so clear to us both. We are not total opposites, and we are not totally alike. Praise the Lord Matt is my best friend, my companion, my listening ear, my protector, provider and leader. He is so quick to show love, to ask forgiveness, to talk things through and bring reason to my sometimes crazy emotions! He always puts the needs of others first. He is passionate about His faith, dedicated to the call and steadfast in his pursuit of following the Father. I love the picture of our feet together because they are covered in sand. Matt &amp;amp; I have walk many tough roads together, and I know that the journey we are on will find us weary and dirty again. However, the blue of the ocean and the sparkle of the SON remind me of how blessed I am to have an amazing traveler at my side. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA03eMi9AdI/AAAAAAAACkY/qmdrYMnmVOw/s1600/SDC11894.JPG"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480097313483194834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA03eMi9AdI/AAAAAAAACkY/qmdrYMnmVOw/s200/SDC11894.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;The picture you see of the kids kneeling with Matt was NOT posed. Our children know that Matt is on his face before the Father every morning. I am not sure when it started, but for years now if the kids awake to see Matt praying, they love to join him. They can never "hang" near as long, but I confess my heart swells every time I see them together. This day was one of the few times I caught all three....had to snap the picture! YES, Matt is the best man in the whole world! &lt;amy&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;My dad is the best daddy in the whole world because he loves all of us very much. I know he misses us when he goes on trips because he gives us lots of kisses before he leaves, he calls while he is gone and he spends time with us when he gets back and brings us surprises. He is a sweet daddy because he loves on us a lot. He reads to us; he helps us; he fixes our computer; he teaches me new things. One time we fixed a water sprinkler together, a fan and a lot of furniture. We do a lot of things together even getting on my grandma's house to put on the Christmas lights. I love my daddy! &lt;william&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My daddy is the best in the whole world because he always prays with me and helps me when I am hurt. He smiles at me when he is happy with me. He wrestles with me; he always fixes the breakfast. He colors and paints and does crafts with me. He puts me on his shoulders when I am too tired to walk. &lt;grace&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;See, there you have it! Don't you agree; he is the BEST?! Okay, maybe you don't; maybe you think your husband/dad is the best....well, I guess that is how it should be! AT &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6116115895979829425?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6116115895979829425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6116115895979829425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6116115895979829425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6116115895979829425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/06/best-man-in-whole-world-we-think-anyway.html' title='THE BEST MAN IN THE WHOLE WORLD (We think anyway!)'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA03di7JMYI/AAAAAAAACkQ/r6nO1z3OF1k/s72-c/SDC12170.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2222454563542210926</id><published>2010-06-15T08:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T09:17:11.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Weak Woman</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TBONWR4bXKI/AAAAAAAACkw/RVoZ1SwkhN8/s1600/larry+boy+and+the+bad+apple.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 126px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5481880585336741026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TBONWR4bXKI/AAAAAAAACkw/RVoZ1SwkhN8/s200/larry+boy+and+the+bad+apple.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I love Veggie Tales. I know they are silly cartoons and slightly annoying. It really goes against my personality to watch them at all, and yet there is something crazy that captures my attention. We had to leave most of our Veggie Tale movies in the States because they were VHS, but one of the movies we brought on DVDs is entitled &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;"Larry Boy and the Bad Apple."&lt;/span&gt; The breakdown of the show is that an Apple/spider creature is out to take over a town by causing people to get entangled in her webs of temptations. She preys on people's weaknesses and drives them away from their important jobs. Isn't it funny how the Lord works in our lives sometimes?! As I was reading through Timothy, I was suddenly convicted with &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;II Timothy 3:6 &lt;em&gt;"For among them are those who enter into households and captivate weak women weighed down with sins, led on by various impulses."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Instantly upon reading the verse, I thought of "Larry Boy and the Bad Apple". We had just watched it the day before! What sins are in my life - weighing me down - allowing the enemy an opportunity to take me captive? Honestly, I am ashamed to say that there are several areas that the enemy can easily use to "captivate" me and lead me away from being effective in ministry, as a wife and as a mom. I have recently been challenged in those areas by several people to begin evaluating what I need to "put off" and "put on".&lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt; Romans 13:14 says, &lt;em&gt;"But put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and make no provision for the flesh..."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I know in my flesh right now I am quick to be offended and quick to offend. When I am walking in my flesh I am quick to make poor choices and allow the enemy a foothold. &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;Ephesians 4:24 says, &lt;em&gt;"put on the new self, which is in the likeness of God and has been created in righteousness and holiness of the truth."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do I choose each day to put on my new self that God over time is molding and shaping, or do I choose to get lazy and pick up my old self and act content with lukewarm obedience and transformation? Colossians 3:12 &amp;amp; 14 says, &lt;span style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"So, as those who have been chosen of God, holy and beloved, put on a heart of compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience; (14) Beyond all things put on love, which is the perfect bond of unity."&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/span&gt;May I surrender my heart in every moment of every day to walk in love. May I not be a woman that is "led by impulses", but is solidly and faithfully steadfast in Him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am a closet Veggie Tales fan, AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2222454563542210926?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2222454563542210926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2222454563542210926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2222454563542210926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2222454563542210926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/06/weak-woman.html' title='A Weak Woman'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TBONWR4bXKI/AAAAAAAACkw/RVoZ1SwkhN8/s72-c/larry+boy+and+the+bad+apple.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5710916310671183612</id><published>2010-06-12T04:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-12T08:08:19.544-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you feel Invisible?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA0614FX9hI/AAAAAAAACkg/yBuJxJ4oHSw/s1600/SDC12167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480101018842166802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA0614FX9hI/AAAAAAAACkg/yBuJxJ4oHSw/s200/SDC12167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently, a friend of mine sent a video to me entitled, "The Invisible Woman". Truth be told, most of the time, I delete random mail, but this one caught my attention. I let it stay in my in-box for several days before taking the time to view it. I was glad that the Father brought this sharpening word my way. There are many days that I wonder if what I am doing in life will truly make a difference. In my mind, so much of what captures my day to day seems so trivial....wash clothes, hang clothes, fold clothes, put clothes away....and as I confessed in the last blog, it would seem that lately I am also worrying too much with pleasing others...not seeing what I am currently doing as a ministry and calling, but instead getting wrapped up in "are others happy". This YouTube clip was a good reminder of why I work and who I work to please. I praise the Lord that most of the time what I do is "invisible". I am not working to please man or to seek the praise of man. I realize that the "job" of a wife and mom is a privileged one. May I act and work in all things for His glory! John the Baptist says, &lt;em&gt;"He must increase, but I must decrease."&lt;/em&gt; Yes, I want to be invisible. Anything that I would have to say or offer would just be worthless. Only the words and actions of Christ working through me will have any value to those around me now and coming behind me in the future. After my last post, a dear mentor of mind wrote: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;"Remember that at the end of every day when you can look into His face and ask the King if He is pleased with His servant (that's you) then you can get a daily report of your "legacy"."&lt;/span&gt; So well said! AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to view the youtube video &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9YU0aNAHXP0"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; for the link. It is worth your time in viewing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5710916310671183612?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5710916310671183612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5710916310671183612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5710916310671183612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5710916310671183612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-feel-invisiable.html' title='Do you feel Invisible?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TA0614FX9hI/AAAAAAAACkg/yBuJxJ4oHSw/s72-c/SDC12167.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-4233442928157829985</id><published>2010-06-03T08:05:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T04:42:07.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I leaving a Footprint?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAer9_TlFYI/AAAAAAAACkI/Zk0-4mgiybY/s1600/SDC12168.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478536553173423490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAer9_TlFYI/AAAAAAAACkI/Zk0-4mgiybY/s200/SDC12168.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maybe I am just feeling old after having just celebrated another birthday, but the word LEGACY has been swirling around in my head over and over. What legacy am I leaving? What &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;footprint &lt;/span&gt;will I have left on this earth when I am gone? I know, I know all of my "earth friendly" friends might have just gasped. Please don't get ruffled. The Travis family is doing its part as best we can to "not leave" a &lt;em&gt;footprint &lt;/em&gt;of waste and destruction, but yes we are trying to leave something behind us everywhere we go.  2 Sam. 22:37 says, &lt;em&gt;"You enlarge my steps under me, and my&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; feet&lt;/span&gt; have not slipped."&lt;/em&gt;  What was David doing that God would enlarge, bless his steps and keep him from slipping?  David was following the Lord, and his desire was solely on pleasing the Lord.  So, I ask myself, "What has the Lord called me to do, and is my desire solely on pleasing HIM?"  I know that he has called me to this new country, but specifically what am I to be doing right now?  Where should I place my &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt;? Job 29:15 says, &lt;em&gt;"I was eyes to the blind and&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; feet&lt;/span&gt; to the lame."&lt;/em&gt;  Sounds easy, right?..."this is how I am &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt; to the lame (i.e. my calling); I should just do it!" However, everything changed this year for our family - not just job &amp;amp; country, but ministry, relationships, how we parent, how we keep a healthy marriage, etc.  I am suprised by how it all looks so different in this new context.  I confess there are time that I feel like I am in a glass bowl trying to please locals, job leaders, home support teams, team mates and family.  The worst are the times like now when I feel like I am failing at everything.  I want to be able to claim as David did in Psalm 17:5  &lt;em&gt;"My &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;steps &lt;/span&gt;have held fast to YOUR paths. "&lt;/em&gt; and not worry about PLEASING others, but it is such a massive trap that I get pushed into not just by myself but by others.  I have to keep daily reminding myself that Mary the sister of Lazarus was right to simply sit at the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt; of the Master.  A legacy of simple surrender, peace and trust will not be passed on to my children or the people around me, if I am filling my time with worry and trying to please man.  Last week, while we were in Cyprus, I spent an afternoon at the seashore basically alone simply allowing the strong winds to blow over me.  As I was breathing in the salty air and swaying to the ebb and flow of the water, I couldn't help but simply praise Him.  It struck me that praising Him is all that is asked of me.  Why do I get so caught up in everything else?  I am determined again today (with HIS help of course) to not let others determine my attitude or actions, and I am trusting Him to show me what &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;footprint legacy&lt;/span&gt; He wants left for HIS glory!  AT &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 10:15b &lt;em&gt;"....How beautiful are the &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;feet&lt;/span&gt; of those who bring good news of good things."&lt;/em&gt;  How pretty are your feet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-4233442928157829985?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4233442928157829985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=4233442928157829985' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4233442928157829985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4233442928157829985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/06/am-i-leaving-footprint.html' title='Am I leaving a Footprint?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAer9_TlFYI/AAAAAAAACkI/Zk0-4mgiybY/s72-c/SDC12168.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3537368476869411421</id><published>2010-06-02T07:25:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T08:04:22.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What did we do this month?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAem-aLIApI/AAAAAAAACj4/jQQgcOAN3HQ/s1600/833_1314.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 112px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478531062827582098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAem-aLIApI/AAAAAAAACj4/jQQgcOAN3HQ/s200/833_1314.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, I have let a month slip by on the blog. I have been away from the computer a lot, and honestly, it has been good. It is never my plan to go this long, but I would like to mention again that we are on facebook with daily/weekly tidbits, and we also send out monthly e-news updates and quarterly "snail mail" updates. We use each of these medias for different information about our family. If you would like to be added to any lists, please contact us at &lt;a href="mailto:amytravis76@gmail.com"&gt;amytravis76@gmail.com&lt;/a&gt;. I do still love to blog. As a family, we like to use this as the media place where we talk about what God is doing in our lives personally. (and from time to time just general stories and updates) May was an exciting month for us because my &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAem94tZmcI/AAAAAAAACjw/gir1u7esvj0/s1600/SDC12247.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5478531053844535746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAem94tZmcI/AAAAAAAACjw/gir1u7esvj0/s200/SDC12247.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;parents were able to come for a visit. It was such a blessing to have them here with us. As you can imagine, the time slipped away too quickly. May also brought about an unplanned trip/vacation out of the country. It is amazing to me how God knows exactly what we need at just the right time. He turns all circumstances for HIS glory and our good. (even when we don't see it at first!)  We are thankful for the month of encouragement and refreshing. In some ways we feel guilty for needing it because we have not yet been away from the states a year; however, I can say that the last 11 months have been significantly taxing. The Lord is doing amazing thing in our lives and teaching us so much; we would not trade any of it, but it has still challenged us in more ways than we had imagined. I have several blogs that I have swirling around in my head. As the Lord leads, I will write. Hugs to Everyone! AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3537368476869411421?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3537368476869411421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3537368476869411421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3537368476869411421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3537368476869411421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/06/what-did-we-do-this-month.html' title='What did we do this month?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/TAem-aLIApI/AAAAAAAACj4/jQQgcOAN3HQ/s72-c/833_1314.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2260090416755513010</id><published>2010-05-02T08:05:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T01:57:24.497-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to feel the dirt...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467296275523611634" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-8_uBmq_I/AAAAAAAACjI/HItO_I4iXQ8/s200/SDC12073.JPG" /&gt;In winter, I like to feel a cold breeze on my face and the crunch of snow under my feet. In fall, I like the smell of the air and the beautiful rusty orange colors. In summer, I want the sun in my face and sand in my toes. In spring, there is nothing better than having my hands in the dirt. Well, actually, truth be told, I &lt;em&gt;don't really like to get dirty&lt;/em&gt;. I REALLY like flowers and flower beds, but I am not that good at keeping them up. My thumb is most certanily NOT green. I do like to mow grass, but I don't think that the city would appreciate me "borrowing" company equipment. Matt; however, really does love to work in the dirt. His new hobby is tinkering with potted plants. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916r3X-d0I/AAAAAAAACi4/SppyX4nf7Z0/s1600/SDC12057.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466660416715126594" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916r3X-d0I/AAAAAAAACi4/SppyX4nf7Z0/s200/SDC12057.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the States, many of you know that he had a great love for pottery. (You can read back blogs of &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/06/pressure-on-wheel.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matt's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Musings&lt;/span&gt; on pottery &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/06/pressure-on-wheel.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to get the first in the series.) However, in a city apartment we just really do not have the space for such a hobby.  I am sure Matt will pick back up his pottery in our retirement years, but for now he is exploring new things in a new place!  The pictures you see are his first attempts with the kids.  (Well, he planted tulips for me of course!)  As you can imagine, the DOCTOR Travis will research and study before he begins any more balcony experiments.  Apartment foliage is still in the "hypothetical" "thesis" stage.  Smiles for NEW LIFE!  AT    &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916rH-fsZI/AAAAAAAACio/2RVP35PqoVU/s1600/SDC12055.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466660403991785874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916rH-fsZI/AAAAAAAACio/2RVP35PqoVU/s200/SDC12055.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916rpl3A4I/AAAAAAAACiw/PYmLjDJOxF0/s1600/SDC12056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466660413015262082" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916rpl3A4I/AAAAAAAACiw/PYmLjDJOxF0/s200/SDC12056.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916sScGlFI/AAAAAAAACjA/b3Mvcq-1ykY/s1600/SDC12060.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466660423980192850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S916sScGlFI/AAAAAAAACjA/b3Mvcq-1ykY/s200/SDC12060.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9AGhm7kI/AAAAAAAACjQ/5PrQ1cg8ACk/s1600/SDC12069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467296282100297282" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9AGhm7kI/AAAAAAAACjQ/5PrQ1cg8ACk/s200/SDC12069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9AZQ-hII/AAAAAAAACjY/ESYIztsrcu4/s1600/SDC12065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467296287130813570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9AZQ-hII/AAAAAAAACjY/ESYIztsrcu4/s200/SDC12065.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9A_KMrdI/AAAAAAAACjg/wAPNZLlU0Y8/s1600/SDC12062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467296297302928850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9A_KMrdI/AAAAAAAACjg/wAPNZLlU0Y8/s200/SDC12062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-9BehvtpI/AAAAAAAACjo/vd-MpncuCuI/s1600/SDC12060.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2260090416755513010?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2260090416755513010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2260090416755513010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2260090416755513010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2260090416755513010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-need-to-feel-dirt.html' title='I need to feel the dirt...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S9-8_uBmq_I/AAAAAAAACjI/HItO_I4iXQ8/s72-c/SDC12073.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3064589019844445238</id><published>2010-04-07T06:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-07T06:42:21.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7xuLaN311I/AAAAAAAACiU/j3TDbuxkdJA/s1600/William1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 128px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457357990761322322" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7xuLaN311I/AAAAAAAACiU/j3TDbuxkdJA/s200/William1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7xuLMb5ZtI/AAAAAAAACiM/VN1ejpXFhtY/s1600/Grace1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 134px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5457357987062048466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7xuLMb5ZtI/AAAAAAAACiM/VN1ejpXFhtY/s200/Grace1.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I can't believe that Grace is almost 7 and William is 8 1/2 and we have not had their pictures made for this year!  Well, thankfully their school had a professional come in and take the kids' pictures.  W&amp;amp;G's turned out great.  They gave us basically a "proof" package.  It has 4x6 of 6 different poses of each of them and several of them together.  They also gave us framed clocks, framed 13x18, magnates, and calendars.  It was crazy!  I wish we could have chosen our package, but we are grateful all the same.  I only uploaded these because my scanner is being a pain.  :)  Pray for us this week as we take our first trip out East.  Many Blessings, AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3064589019844445238?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3064589019844445238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3064589019844445238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3064589019844445238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3064589019844445238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/school-pictures.html' title='School Pictures'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7xuLaN311I/AAAAAAAACiU/j3TDbuxkdJA/s72-c/William1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-4807370903106162091</id><published>2010-04-04T11:43:00.019-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T13:22:57.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456328269455832306" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFpvbWNPI/AAAAAAAACgU/vIqhxeFq-_w/s200/SDC12031.JPG" /&gt;Easter is our family's new favorite holiday. We love Christmas, but this year we have been newly convicted that we should really use this time more wisely than we have in the past. Christmas is a special time and we will continue to rejoice in it; however, without Easter, Christmas is really just another story of a person in History. We tried to make the days leading up Easter a special time of teaching and celebrating. You can &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-days-of-remembrance-and-celebration.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;click here&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/a&gt;to go to the beginning of our 12 days of Remembrance and Celebration countdown. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;First Set of pictures:&lt;/span&gt; For holidays in our country, everyone makes special treats and takes them to their friends and family. You stay and visit a while &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHpHJoUAI/AAAAAAAACg8/ktNT2rRIy6E/s1600/SDC11969.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330457667358722" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHpHJoUAI/AAAAAAAACg8/ktNT2rRIy6E/s200/SDC11969.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and then go to the next house. We love this! The kids and I made cupcakes that looked like Easter baskets, hummingbird cookies and colored eggs. (They love boiled eggs here so I knew at least that would be a hit!) Our neighbors and friends love that we are sharing our holidays with them. We love that we have opportunity to SHARE! : ) &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHsb5s3RI/AAAAAAAAChU/O2QpaXJoxEo/s1600/SDC11966.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330514777300242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHsb5s3RI/AAAAAAAAChU/O2QpaXJoxEo/s200/SDC11966.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHp0Wf91I/AAAAAAAAChE/ShH58K-NnAM/s1600/SDC11965.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330469800933202" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHp0Wf91I/AAAAAAAAChE/ShH58K-NnAM/s200/SDC11965.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHqU5t7CI/AAAAAAAAChM/qdM6BeAoXf0/s1600/SDC11967.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330478538583074" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHqU5t7CI/AAAAAAAAChM/qdM6BeAoXf0/s200/SDC11967.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Second Set of pictures:&lt;/span&gt; American friends of ours had a guest from home visit them a few weeks ago. He was kind enough to bring us an egg dying kit. The kids had a blast coloring eggs. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKxahY59I/AAAAAAAAChs/WpxxeppttDw/s1600/SDC11984.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456333898841122770" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKxahY59I/AAAAAAAAChs/WpxxeppttDw/s200/SDC11984.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKzLIFVXI/AAAAAAAACh0/jkl0103Qb_0/s1600/SDC11983.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456333929068189042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKzLIFVXI/AAAAAAAACh0/jkl0103Qb_0/s200/SDC11983.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Third Set of Pictures:&lt;/span&gt; The kids and I decided to make an Easter pinata. Most Texans have been told &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHt83eFPI/AAAAAAAAChc/j0YgP1hTQIU/s1600/SDC11952.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456330540806182130" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jHt83eFPI/AAAAAAAAChc/j0YgP1hTQIU/s200/SDC11952.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that the story of the pinata is as follows: Mexican priests introduced the pinata to children at Easter to explain to them the consequences of sin and the gift of Jesus Christ. A traditional pinata has 7 cones coming out of a ball.  The cones represent the 7 deadly sins.  The children would bust the pinata representing Christ tearing the veil giving us access to the Father.  We took our pinata to the park across the street from us.   The local children were a little "stand off-ish" at first, but who can resist CANDY! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt; Last Set of Pictures:&lt;/span&gt;  I am posting W&amp;amp;G's favorite toys from Easter morning.  Grace &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFsJc1bjI/AAAAAAAACgs/bD-Woe98GHc/s1600/SDC12002.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456328310801133106" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFsJc1bjI/AAAAAAAACgs/bD-Woe98GHc/s200/SDC12002.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;received a princess puzzle and William a "PlayMobile" toy.  I posted in our first Easter blog a picture of our count down calendar.  The final picture is of the full basket.    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFtuDRfHI/AAAAAAAACg0/oBMogUHEPTA/s1600/SDC12001.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456328337805900914" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFtuDRfHI/AAAAAAAACg0/oBMogUHEPTA/s200/SDC12001.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFqqk0wgI/AAAAAAAACgk/i9HrLq7HVNA/s1600/SDC12009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456328285333275138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFqqk0wgI/AAAAAAAACgk/i9HrLq7HVNA/s200/SDC12009.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFqfkCgOI/AAAAAAAACgc/A7jAJUiFD7k/s1600/SDC12010.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456328282377191650" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFqfkCgOI/AAAAAAAACgc/A7jAJUiFD7k/s200/SDC12010.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKz4bJQgI/AAAAAAAACh8/NHKtMkiEfdA/s1600/SDC11992.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456333941227733506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKz4bJQgI/AAAAAAAACh8/NHKtMkiEfdA/s200/SDC11992.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jK09Y6HqI/AAAAAAAACiE/GkLWW3oCBoQ/s1600/SDC11995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456333959740399266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jK09Y6HqI/AAAAAAAACiE/GkLWW3oCBoQ/s200/SDC11995.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKwvX2-6I/AAAAAAAAChk/_c1-HZx6Olc/s1600/SDC11977.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5456333887258426274" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jKwvX2-6I/AAAAAAAAChk/_c1-HZx6Olc/s200/SDC11977.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-4807370903106162091?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4807370903106162091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=4807370903106162091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4807370903106162091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4807370903106162091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/easter-2010.html' title='Easter 2010'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7jFpvbWNPI/AAAAAAAACgU/vIqhxeFq-_w/s72-c/SDC12031.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3929644574544862587</id><published>2010-04-03T02:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T14:12:18.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 12</title><content type='html'>&lt;a id="SPELLING_ERROR_94" class="blsp-spelling-error" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7eAVlhZroI/AAAAAAAACf8/5xsTlcD3AC4/s1600/SDC11963.JPG%22%3E"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455970581920460418" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7eAVlhZroI/AAAAAAAACf8/5xsTlcD3AC4/s200/SDC11963.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;HE HAS RISEN!...HE HAS RISEN INDEED! &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 20:6-7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;"And so Simon Peter also came, following him &lt;/em&gt;(John the Beloved),&lt;em&gt; and entered the tomb; and he saw the linen wrappings lying there, and the face-cloth which had been on His head, not lying with the linen wrappings, but rolled up in a place by itself." &lt;/em&gt;Peter and John were in a foot race to get to the tomb after being told by Mary Magdalene that someone had taken His body, and they did not know where. When they got there, the tomb was empty! HE was not there. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7eAU-pyYjI/AAAAAAAACf0/FgQGuACm0Lo/s1600/SDC11964.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455970571486650930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7eAU-pyYjI/AAAAAAAACf0/FgQGuACm0Lo/s200/SDC11964.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, what they did find was all of the linens that they had wrapped Him in laying there. The last portion of this scripture states that the cloth that had covered Jesus' head was lying away from all of the other linens, rolled neatly alone. I have been told in the past that this was a common meal custom in the time of Christ. When an individual got up from the table having finished the meal, they would wad the napkin and lay it on the table to state that they were done. However, when the individual planned to return to the table, they would neatly fold the napkin and place it to the side of their place at the table. So, Jesus was saying, even in this small way, that he would return. Even after completing the work that He came to do, He did not leave His followers alone. He met face-to-face with them. After His ascension, He sent the Holy Spirit to strengthen and encourage them, and eventually us. How deep His great love for us.  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;MT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3929644574544862587?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3929644574544862587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3929644574544862587' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3929644574544862587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3929644574544862587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembrance-and-celebration-day-12.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 12'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7eAVlhZroI/AAAAAAAACf8/5xsTlcD3AC4/s72-c/SDC11963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5103734383147933296</id><published>2010-04-02T02:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T09:12:52.425-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 11</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455512676878232626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf4AT3rDI/AAAAAAAACfs/Q6vYaeVIsEQ/s200/SDC11954.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 20:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; "Now, on the first day of the week Mary Magdalene came early to the tomb, while it was still dark, and saw the stone already taken away from the tomb."&lt;/em&gt; I am going to disappoint a few people here by saying this, but here goes....I am very rarely ever surprised.  My mom is my best friend, and I am becoming too much like her as years go by - I think like her...thus I almost always guess her gifts.  Matt can't help but "let the cat out of the bag."  He just talks too much and is always so excited to do something special for me.  I LIKE to be surprised. I wish I could be surprised. I am not a snoop, and I am not intentional about trying to find out gifts or plans. It just &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf29p5HzI/AAAAAAAACfU/geTbvLYwxuY/s1600/SDC11957.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455512658985426738" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf29p5HzI/AAAAAAAACfU/geTbvLYwxuY/s200/SDC11957.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;happens. Maybe it is that I can read people, or maybe I should have been a detective; whatever the case, I am almost never surprised. That being said, there have been a hand-full of occasions (good &amp;amp; bad) that I have been totally caught off guard. It has always made me wonder about the people close to Jesus.  Did NO ONE have that gut feeling thing going on inside.  It seems like at least ONE person would have just sat outside the tomb like a stubborn hound dog waiting for his master's return.  I hope there are live video replays in heaven for us to watch the miracles of God &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf3UwRSHI/AAAAAAAACfk/sQvmVKkhzpE/s1600/SDC11955.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455512665186191474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf3UwRSHI/AAAAAAAACfk/sQvmVKkhzpE/s200/SDC11955.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that we read about in the Bible.  I imagine that if we could have seen into the spiritual realm during that time, we would have seen hosts of angles waiting around the tomb.  I am not criticizing those close to Jesus.  I likely would have been so traumatized by all of the events that I too would have been &lt;em&gt;"weeping"&lt;/em&gt; with Mary saying &lt;em&gt;"they have taken His body".&lt;/em&gt;   I know that in many areas my eyes are still closed and my mind has not been able to comprehend the things that the Father desires to teach me.  I hope; however, that one of the things that studying the Life of Christ has reminded &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf3MR0JHI/AAAAAAAACfc/ytWZyyJzRYk/s1600/SDC11956.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455512662910968946" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf3MR0JHI/AAAAAAAACfc/ytWZyyJzRYk/s200/SDC11956.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;me is that God always keeps his promises.  Of course, the stone was rolled away!  Nothing is too big for God.  His will is always accomplished, and His ways are not our ways!  Sue Monk Kidd says, "We seem to think that God speaks by seconding the ideas we've already adopted, but God nearly always catches us by surprise.  If it's God's Spirit blowing, someone ends up having feathers ruffled in an unforeseen way.  God tends to confound, astonish, and flabbergast."  I amen that!  I stand amazed!  AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5103734383147933296?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5103734383147933296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5103734383147933296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5103734383147933296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5103734383147933296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembrance-and-celebration-day-11.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 11'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7Xf4AT3rDI/AAAAAAAACfs/Q6vYaeVIsEQ/s72-c/SDC11954.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5235566827010546697</id><published>2010-04-01T02:00:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T06:07:30.321-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 10</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4RVbQmII/AAAAAAAACeM/fnkAd-EDt2I/s1600/SDC11948.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455117287857100930" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4RVbQmII/AAAAAAAACeM/fnkAd-EDt2I/s200/SDC11948.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:40&lt;/span&gt; -&lt;em&gt; "So they took the body of Jesus and bound it in linen wrappings with the spices, as is the burial custom of the Jews."&lt;/em&gt; Several years ago, we sold our home and almost all of our belongings and were obediently waiting for God to open the door through which He had clearly told us we were to walk. It seemed as if everything was hinged on a particular committee vote. It was devastating when we received the telephone call from the pastor saying that the vote did not go "in our favor". (or so we thought at the time) We knew we were right where the Father had instructed &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5eexZlpI/AAAAAAAACe8/hNToZLyNTyI/s1600/SDC11941.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455118613215811218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5eexZlpI/AAAAAAAACe8/hNToZLyNTyI/s200/SDC11941.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;us to be, so why were things not going the "right way"? Well, they were going the right way. They were going HIS way, and His way looks very different than what we ever imagine. HE is God. There is no way our feeble minds will ever be able to understand His ways. I know this example in no way compares to the feelings that the disciples had in the days that followed the death of Christ, but I imagine that in their hearts they were thinking the same thing. Something like - &lt;em&gt;We thought we were doing the right thing, but this is not turning out like we wanted. &lt;/em&gt;I know that we all have &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4Rr-36JI/AAAAAAAACeU/dC04YUZsFkg/s1600/SDC11947.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455117293912058002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4Rr-36JI/AAAAAAAACeU/dC04YUZsFkg/s200/SDC11947.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;things that we can look back on in life and say, "PRAISE THE LORD things did not work out like I wanted!" Today, I brought out all of the spices from the cabinet and the kids smelled them. (I LOVE their faces in these pics!) We talked about burial preparations in Jesus time, in Muslim culture and in our American culture. The kids had fun trying to guess the spice and guess what dishes I use that particular spice in. In the end, they decided that they should be buried with cinnamon. It smelled the best. AT&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4ScYL8pI/AAAAAAAACes/U0ahYqpLDZI/s1600/SDC11943.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455117306903130770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4ScYL8pI/AAAAAAAACes/U0ahYqpLDZI/s200/SDC11943.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4SPeMXFI/AAAAAAAACek/kAONee_7FN8/s1600/SDC11944.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455117303438662738" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4SPeMXFI/AAAAAAAACek/kAONee_7FN8/s200/SDC11944.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4R0bf3vI/AAAAAAAACec/GhlRt8qt7rc/s1600/SDC11946.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455117296179601138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4R0bf3vI/AAAAAAAACec/GhlRt8qt7rc/s200/SDC11946.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5dyuBeeI/AAAAAAAACe0/G2QrJewnfLE/s1600/SDC11940.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455118601390488034" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5dyuBeeI/AAAAAAAACe0/G2QrJewnfLE/s200/SDC11940.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5eqrnw5I/AAAAAAAACfE/deoogm9fuE0/s1600/SDC11942.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455118616412799890" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5eqrnw5I/AAAAAAAACfE/deoogm9fuE0/s200/SDC11942.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5ewvrJUI/AAAAAAAACfM/lPCWA8S7soE/s1600/SDC11945.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455118618040411458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R5ewvrJUI/AAAAAAAACfM/lPCWA8S7soE/s200/SDC11945.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5235566827010546697?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5235566827010546697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5235566827010546697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5235566827010546697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5235566827010546697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/04/remembrance-and-celebration-day-10.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 10'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7R4RVbQmII/AAAAAAAACeM/fnkAd-EDt2I/s72-c/SDC11948.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1841879162743612161</id><published>2010-03-31T02:00:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T03:29:13.508-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 9</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHo4sBZ3I/AAAAAAAACd0/IkqWXGz1cwY/s1600/SDC11939.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454711972668991346" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHo4sBZ3I/AAAAAAAACd0/IkqWXGz1cwY/s200/SDC11939.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 27:34&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"they gave Him wine to drink mixed with gall; and after tasting it, He was unwilling to drink."&lt;/em&gt;(NAS) Some translations say vinegar instead of wine. I have never studied biblical languages or theology, but I have heard it said that "gall" refers to anything bitter. It was most likely myrrh, but Matthew possibly didn't want to write that because he had already written that myrrh was a gift to Jesus as a child - and this was NO gift. This was mean spirited and torturous. Today, I put vinegar on a sponge and had the kids taste it. We talked about times when we have been really tired. (yard work; a day at Six Flags!; long days of travel; the heat of the summer) We &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHpD9tMhI/AAAAAAAACd8/D9APzeHUHTw/s1600/SDC11938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454711975695954450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHpD9tMhI/AAAAAAAACd8/D9APzeHUHTw/s200/SDC11938.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;discussed that our bodies need water and how sweet water tastes when we are really thirsty. However, we spent most of our time contemplating what it means to have mercy on others. How can we practice mercy with each other, our fellow American friends, our local friends, the people in our neighborhood and the countless homeless &amp;amp; beggars that we see everyday? In the sermon on the Mount, Christ teaches us that: &lt;em&gt;"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven; Blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted; Blessed are the gentle, for they shall &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHpr3GWoI/AAAAAAAACeE/gUtgO7kdrmc/s1600/SDC11937.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454711986405661314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHpr3GWoI/AAAAAAAACeE/gUtgO7kdrmc/s200/SDC11937.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;inherit the earth; Blessed are those who hunger and thirst for righteousness, for the shall be satisfied; Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy; Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God; Blessed are the peacemakers, for they shall be called sons of God...."&lt;/em&gt; (Matthew 5:3-9) Where do we receive satisfaction? Christ not only tells us but shows us in His life and death that satisfaction comes from a hunger and thirst for righteousness. How do we receive mercy....by being people that show mercy. May we be found today walking in light of what we have learned. AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-1841879162743612161?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1841879162743612161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1841879162743612161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1841879162743612161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1841879162743612161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-9.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 9'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7MHo4sBZ3I/AAAAAAAACd0/IkqWXGz1cwY/s72-c/SDC11939.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3782776254627077997</id><published>2010-03-30T02:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T03:09:55.429-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvDyyURII/AAAAAAAACdc/2kfux4aOYvk/s1600/SDC11936.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454333103429665922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvDyyURII/AAAAAAAACdc/2kfux4aOYvk/s200/SDC11936.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I am reminded today of the old hymn, "The Nail-Scarred Hand" by B.B. McKinney For some reason it came to mind today as I was reading and meditating on the scriptures for this lesson. I couldn't recall the full melody or words to the song, but what I remembered kept playing over and over in my mind. I hope the words minister to you as you read...Verses: Have you failed in you plan of your storm tossed life? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Are you weary and worn from its toil and strife? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand (2) Are you walking a long thro' the shadows dim? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Christ will comfort your heart, put your trust in him, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; (3) Would you follow the will of the risen Lord? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Would you live in the light of his blessed Word? Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; (4) Is your soul burdened down with its load of sin? &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvEWsI9KI/AAAAAAAACdk/iMMgnwNLdeU/s1600/SDC11935.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454333113067435170" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvEWsI9KI/AAAAAAAACdk/iMMgnwNLdeU/s200/SDC11935.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; Throw your heart open wide, let the Savior in, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand; (refrain) Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand, Place you hand in the nail-scarred hand; He will keep to the end, he's your dearest friend, Place your hand in the nail-scarred hand. (Click &lt;a href="http://www.abcog.org/music/111.mp3"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to listen if you are not familiar with this chorus.) The passages of scripture for today are: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:18, 37 &amp;amp; John 20:25-29&lt;/span&gt; In the country where we live, many people believe that Jesus did not really die.  They believe that He was replaced with someone else.  Someone else had to carry out the "punishment" for which Jesus was convicted.  Praise the Father that in his amazing plan He allowed Christ to show himself, fellowship and minister to over 500 people in His ressurected body.  He still bares the nail-scarred hands/feet and sword &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvE37TcbI/AAAAAAAACds/OKsLbpwnSpQ/s1600/SDC11934.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454333121989407154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvE37TcbI/AAAAAAAACds/OKsLbpwnSpQ/s200/SDC11934.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;pierced side as proof that He truly choose to suffer and die the painful death of the cross.  Today, the kids held nails, felt the sharp points and pondered the pain of the cross.  We taped the nails on a paper cross as our physical reminder on our count down to Resurrection Sunday.  AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3782776254627077997?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3782776254627077997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3782776254627077997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3782776254627077997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3782776254627077997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-8.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 8'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7GvDyyURII/AAAAAAAACdc/2kfux4aOYvk/s72-c/SDC11936.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1969663223224527023</id><published>2010-03-29T06:36:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T06:36:00.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 7</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8yTJoemI/AAAAAAAACdU/6CgnPVxuMjw/s1600/SDC11932.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453996352321649250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8yTJoemI/AAAAAAAACdU/6CgnPVxuMjw/s200/SDC11932.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today was another sobering reminder of the humiliation that Christ suffered on our behalf. We talked about how Christ fulfilled all of the prophesies from the Old Testament. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:23&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"Then the soldiers, when they had crucified Jesus, took His outer garments and made four parts, a part to every soldier and also the tunic; now the tunic was seamless, woven in one piece. So they said to one another, 'Let us not tear it, but cast lots for it, to decide whose it shall be'; this was to fulfill the scripture: 'They divided My outer garments among them, and for My clothing they cast lots.'"&lt;/em&gt; The kids cut out garments from an old sheet. We rolled dice and talked about "casting lots".&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8xP5IfxI/AAAAAAAACc8/ma8GgxDPcAI/s1600/SDC11928.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453996334267268882" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8xP5IfxI/AAAAAAAACc8/ma8GgxDPcAI/s200/SDC11928.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Remembering&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Celebrating&lt;/span&gt; what the Savior did for Us - AT &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8wyD_ApI/AAAAAAAACc0/wY8HkLU1GSA/s1600/SDC11927.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453996326259720850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8wyD_ApI/AAAAAAAACc0/wY8HkLU1GSA/s200/SDC11927.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8x_K4usI/AAAAAAAACdM/LWDXa7YnwfI/s1600/SDC11930.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453996346958199490" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8x_K4usI/AAAAAAAACdM/LWDXa7YnwfI/s200/SDC11930.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8xuVKfwI/AAAAAAAACdE/HjvK3keG7-I/s1600/SDC11929.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453996342437904130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8xuVKfwI/AAAAAAAACdE/HjvK3keG7-I/s200/SDC11929.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-1969663223224527023?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1969663223224527023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1969663223224527023' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1969663223224527023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1969663223224527023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-7.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 7'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S7B8yTJoemI/AAAAAAAACdU/6CgnPVxuMjw/s72-c/SDC11932.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5635723605159136718</id><published>2010-03-28T06:35:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T10:22:28.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 6</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S69z6CiGqbI/AAAAAAAACcs/b7PIhz-D0w0/s1600/SDC11924.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453705114718480818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S69z6CiGqbI/AAAAAAAACcs/b7PIhz-D0w0/s200/SDC11924.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;John 19:2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;"And the soldiers twisted together a crown of thorns and put it on His head, and put a purple robe on Him."&lt;/em&gt; This is really one of the passages that brings me to tears. For some reason knowing that Jesus suffered the pain of the cross is less difficult for me to grasp than knowing that Chist was mocked, spit upon, taunted, disgraced, etc. etc. I rejoice in knowing that the soldiers may have placed a crown of thorns on Jesus' head, but HE choose to suffer for us and He has been exhaulted: &lt;em&gt;"He humbled Himself&lt;/em&gt; (Man DID NOT humble Him - He willingly submitted to the Father's plan!) &lt;em&gt;by becoming obedient to the point of death, even death on a cross. For this reason also, God highly exalted Him, and bestowed on Him the name which is above every &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S69z5YM5YOI/AAAAAAAACck/MVF_L5IVSBk/s1600/SDC11926.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453705103355240674" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S69z5YM5YOI/AAAAAAAACck/MVF_L5IVSBk/s200/SDC11926.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee will bow, of those who are in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and that every tongue will confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."&lt;/em&gt; WOW! In that I rejoice; however, I am also convicted again over my need to be a light and witness to those around me. Today, we made crowns of thorns and discussed that we too are guilty of sin. Christ was disgraced, suffered and died for all of mankind - our family included. We individually need to humble ourselves, confess and repent of our sins and profess Him as Savior and Lord. AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5635723605159136718?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5635723605159136718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5635723605159136718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5635723605159136718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5635723605159136718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-6.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 6'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S69z6CiGqbI/AAAAAAAACcs/b7PIhz-D0w0/s72-c/SDC11924.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-608590886813181002</id><published>2010-03-27T06:34:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-27T13:12:56.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 5</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65JuDkABqI/AAAAAAAACcc/pu2Wuf0lWd0/s1600/SDC11923.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453377254371362466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65JuDkABqI/AAAAAAAACcc/pu2Wuf0lWd0/s200/SDC11923.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Matthew 16:24-25 &lt;em&gt;"Then Jesus said to His disciples, 'If anyone wishes to come after Me, he must deny himself, and take up his cross and follow me. For whoever wishes to save his life will lose it; but whoever loses his life for My sake will find it.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Wow, that's a pretty stiff instruction! Luke records Christ's comand as: in order to be Christ's "disciple" we must take up our cross and follow Him. What does it mean to take up our "cross"? What does it mean to be a true disciple?&lt;/span&gt; John 19:17&lt;/span&gt; tells us that Jesus carried the cross. He did not give us an instruction that He &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65Jtp-4FJI/AAAAAAAACcU/90zuonuDE1Y/s1600/SDC11922.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453377247504766098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65Jtp-4FJI/AAAAAAAACcU/90zuonuDE1Y/s200/SDC11922.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Himself did not do. He willingly boar the cross. He took on its physical, spiritual and emotional suffering. Why?...Because, He knew that it was the only way for us to be in right relationship with the Father. He knew that man was sinful with no hope of salvation. Christ's act of carrying the cross for us was fully complete and fully satisfied the Father's wrath against sinful man. Why then are we told to carry a cross? We are not trying to work to gain salvation. Chist is all sufficient. Our cross is one of obedience and witness. The cross symbolizes pain and suffering. We are to deny ourselves and take up OUR &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65Js71q_SI/AAAAAAAACcE/tC_93p83vaI/s1600/SDC11920.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453377235118128418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65Js71q_SI/AAAAAAAACcE/tC_93p83vaI/s200/SDC11920.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cross. As disciples (followers of Christ), we are all called to the same things (denying ourselves, following Him, sharing the gospel, etc.); however, my cross is different than yours. How we live out our individual callings looks different for each believer. Some are called to go to another country; some are called to full-time ministry in their home country; some are called as lay people faithfully being lights in their businesses, families and neighborhoods......the list goes on!! He has a master plan for each of us and no one plan is greater or more significant than another. I am so thankful that he chooses to use us. I praise Him that where He calls us - He has already gone before us. He does not give us more than we can endure. Our "cross" will challenge us; we are promised suffering; we are promised heartache; and often we will feel weary under its load. However, as His &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65JtbN5vpI/AAAAAAAACcM/D83lmmpjJt0/s1600/SDC11921.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453377243541257874" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65JtbN5vpI/AAAAAAAACcM/D83lmmpjJt0/s200/SDC11921.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;disciples carrying our cross is also where He grows us; teaches us; and reveals more of Himself to us. Under this burden is where we will find peace and hope. Choosing daily to pick up my cross and follow Him, AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-608590886813181002?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/608590886813181002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=608590886813181002' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/608590886813181002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/608590886813181002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-5.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 5'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S65JuDkABqI/AAAAAAAACcc/pu2Wuf0lWd0/s72-c/SDC11923.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6781703167380262476</id><published>2010-03-26T06:34:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T15:31:49.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XreQXuuI/AAAAAAAACbc/yX3rsYlsmA0/s1600/SDC11917.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453040759439080162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XreQXuuI/AAAAAAAACbc/yX3rsYlsmA0/s200/SDC11917.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 27:3-10&lt;/span&gt; - The betrayal of Jesus can be a hard subject to discuss with children. However, it is a good teaching opportunity on seeking true forgiveness. It is normal for a person to "feel sorry" after they have been "caught" doing something wrong, but most often this a "sorry" that they did not get away with what they had done or that their actions did not end up benefiting them. Most of the time the feeling of being sorry is not true regret or repentance over actions or attitudes. It says in the book of Matthew that Judas &lt;em&gt;"felt remorse".&lt;/em&gt; Judas is quoted as even going so far as to say, &lt;em&gt;"I have sinned".&lt;/em&gt; However, he never sought forgiveness. Tonight, as a family, we decided to write down areas in our lives in which have betrayed or sinned against God and had not yet asked for forgiveness. After, we each made our own list, we prayed individually; colored over our sins with red and then cut out a cross with the paper. I am so thankful that because of the shed blood of Christ our hearts and lives are made clean. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60Xrzhlx1I/AAAAAAAACbk/zqum7UpaYmM/s1600/SDC11913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453040765148448594" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60Xrzhlx1I/AAAAAAAACbk/zqum7UpaYmM/s200/SDC11913.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XtL7XV0I/AAAAAAAACbs/xlyOEVcRl8c/s1600/SDC11912.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453040788878874434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XtL7XV0I/AAAAAAAACbs/xlyOEVcRl8c/s200/SDC11912.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; "What can wash away my sin - Nothing but the blood of Jesus!"  AT&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XtvLc4mI/AAAAAAAACb0/rp-ZyI-gJ5I/s1600/SDC11911.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453040798341587554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XtvLc4mI/AAAAAAAACb0/rp-ZyI-gJ5I/s200/SDC11911.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60Xuf3b98I/AAAAAAAACb8/tbR9kPyPeo4/s1600/SDC11910.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5453040811410978754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60Xuf3b98I/AAAAAAAACb8/tbR9kPyPeo4/s200/SDC11910.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6781703167380262476?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6781703167380262476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6781703167380262476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6781703167380262476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6781703167380262476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-4.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 4'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S60XreQXuuI/AAAAAAAACbc/yX3rsYlsmA0/s72-c/SDC11917.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-8244505160000586446</id><published>2010-03-25T03:26:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T04:28:35.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6x9aB0Tp6I/AAAAAAAACbU/-R6CVjkY1m4/s1600/SDC11909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452871134956726178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6x9aB0Tp6I/AAAAAAAACbU/-R6CVjkY1m4/s200/SDC11909.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Matthew 26:17-28&lt;/span&gt; - Today we are reading and discussing the Passover and the Last Supper that Christ had with His disciples. What a powerful time as Christ clearly laid out for them what the coming days were to look like. I wonder how many times I hear the Lord speaking but I am just not listening to what He is really saying. I wish that I had the faith of Samuel to simply say, &lt;em&gt;"Speak Lord for your servant is listening".&lt;/em&gt; (1Sam.3:10) Most of the times I confess I say, "speak Lord because I need an answer, and I have to move on to the next thing in my day in 15 minutes." I know I need to be diligent to carve out time in my morning to simply be quiet before the Lord and listen. I need to be spending more time in simply worshiping God for who He is and for all that He has done. I know in times past that it has been easier for me to hear and understand the voice of the Lord because I have been continuously &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6x8BQeRz-I/AAAAAAAACbE/Td_vC-ocxy4/s1600/SDC11904.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452869609882505186" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6x8BQeRz-I/AAAAAAAACbE/Td_vC-ocxy4/s200/SDC11904.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cultivating a heart of thankfulness and contentment. May it be that this season of Remembrance and Celebration bring me back to simply being quiet before the Lord and reflecting on His goodness! Today, we used playdough to "recreate" our idea of what the Last Supper might have looked like. As we did this, we discussed Scripture's instructions that were given to us to continue remembering Christ's sacrifice through "The Lord's Supper"/Communion.  Blessings to you today as you get in a listening posture before the Lord.  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I am a worthless slave deserving of eternal death. Sometimes, I confess, I do not approach God Almighty with that posture. I proudly step forward because of the freedom HE gave me, and I forget my place as a bond-servant. The scriptures we are reflecting on as a family today tells us of the story of Mary, the sister of Martha and Lazarus. Mary took a pound of costly perfume of pure nard, and anointed the feet of Jesus. She cleansed His feet with her hair, and the house was filled &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6p7FbcMmRI/AAAAAAAACac/vc-1JSiBSYY/s1600/SDC11901.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452305632080992530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6p7FbcMmRI/AAAAAAAACac/vc-1JSiBSYY/s200/SDC11901.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with fragrance. This act of worship occurred 6 days before Passover.  After living in a culture where people do not bathe everyday, I imagine that it is highly possible that Mary's hair still smelled of the fragrant perfume at the time of Christ's crucifixion and resurrection. What a powerful reminder of time spent at the feet of Jesus. For our lesson today with the kids, we decided to have them smell colognes. There are many studies in psychology concerning smell and memory recall. It is our prayer today that we always remember to approach the throne of grace in humble &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6p7E1V-5WI/AAAAAAAACaM/nmJ0BcxXoLQ/s1600/SDC11899.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5452305621854381410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6p7E1V-5WI/AAAAAAAACaM/nmJ0BcxXoLQ/s200/SDC11899.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worship and thanksgiving. It may be that certain smells remind us to get in a posture of worship - the morning air, the smell of coffee, a fresh rain - whatever the reminder - may we be a people that fall at the feet of Jesus. AT &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6p7FA4RcJI/AAAAAAAACaU/odIWw2qMyx4/s1600/SDC11900.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-4551089065632917665?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4551089065632917665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=4551089065632917665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4551089065632917665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4551089065632917665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/remembrance-and-celebration-day-2.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 2'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6p7FyUbnJI/AAAAAAAACak/A76Q23UethA/s72-c/SDC11902.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-7069631397229375029</id><published>2010-03-23T03:22:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T13:42:33.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembrance and Celebration - Day 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451853106334100258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6jfg9qnayI/AAAAAAAACZk/XTD2_hHtF0I/s200/SDC11887.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Over the next twelve days, our family will be doing an "advent-like" countdown calendar. Each evening we will be discussing the events leading up to the resurrection of Christ and its significance. Today is day 1. We are celebrating Christ as King - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 21:1-11&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Christ is the king and ruler of all of the heavens and earth. The Bible records that when Jesus entered Jerusalem, the people began laying down their coats as well as branches from trees. As they were doing this, they were shouting: &lt;em&gt;"Hosanna to the Son of David; Blessed is He who comes in the name of the Lord; Hosanna in the highest!"&lt;/em&gt; God &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;has always been&lt;/strong&gt; sovereign. We praise Him and thank Him today for choosing to come to earth, living a perfect life without sin and showing us how to be servant leaders. The kids enjoyed making leaves and branches this evening. We waved them as Matt read from scripture and as we sang praises to the King of &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6AcrFHSI/AAAAAAAACZs/NYqqawaiY2I/s1600-h/SDC11895.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451882234535812386" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6AcrFHSI/AAAAAAAACZs/NYqqawaiY2I/s200/SDC11895.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Kings. Blessed Is His Who Comes In The Name of the Lord!! AT &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6Ayz_vfI/AAAAAAAACZ0/X94JEX9k0DQ/s1600-h/SDC11896.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451882240478789106" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6Ayz_vfI/AAAAAAAACZ0/X94JEX9k0DQ/s200/SDC11896.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6BMKsREI/AAAAAAAACZ8/mNUxlQIlOCc/s1600-h/SDC11897.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451882247284868162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6BMKsREI/AAAAAAAACZ8/mNUxlQIlOCc/s200/SDC11897.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6Bel5etI/AAAAAAAACaE/rG7S_rgYwyU/s1600-h/SDC11898.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5451882252230818514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6j6Bel5etI/AAAAAAAACaE/rG7S_rgYwyU/s200/SDC11898.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-7069631397229375029?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/7069631397229375029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=7069631397229375029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7069631397229375029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/7069631397229375029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/12-days-of-remembrance-and-celebration.html' title='Remembrance and Celebration - Day 1'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6jfg9qnayI/AAAAAAAACZk/XTD2_hHtF0I/s72-c/SDC11887.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5437218027524023374</id><published>2010-03-17T11:45:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T12:11:17.572-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy St. Patrick's Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6EH4hvbPqI/AAAAAAAACZc/Kal97-NjcYU/s1600-h/SDC11891.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449645691806367394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6EH4hvbPqI/AAAAAAAACZc/Kal97-NjcYU/s200/SDC11891.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In the past, St. Patrick's Day was just a day that I tried to remember to wear green...no one wants to be pinched all day long!  However, last year in our homeschool history curriculum, we studied a little bit of the life of Magonus Sucatus Patricius.  We were really moved by his heart for the unreached and his "down to earth" ability to meet people where they were to share Christ.  I just assumed that St. Patrick was Irish...that shows you how much I paid attention in school!  St. Patrick was British.  He was taken as a slave to Ireland when he was a youth.  He learned to trust God &lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449645679927862706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6EH31fXpbI/AAAAAAAACZU/1MxqhTug8xE/s200/SDC11889.JPG" /&gt;during that time, and several years after his escape, he returned to Ireland to share truth.  One of his most famous ways of sharing was by using a clover.  The shamrock was sacred to the Duird people, so St. Patrick used it to explain the trinity and the gift of salvation.  Today, in our family, we are using the "holiday" to remember those around the world and those that have gone before us in sharing the good news.  A big pinch to everyone not wearing green while reading this - find someone today that needs to hear good news!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;AT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pictures:  The kids made 3D clovers and practiced sharing the gospel.  I also found green chocolate covered almonds at a little hole in the wall market - LOVE IT! &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/4644872095079124912-5437218027524023374?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5437218027524023374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5437218027524023374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5437218027524023374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5437218027524023374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/happy-st-patricks-day.html' title='Happy St. Patrick&apos;s Day'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S6EH4hvbPqI/AAAAAAAACZc/Kal97-NjcYU/s72-c/SDC11891.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-4453446512186147843</id><published>2010-03-16T09:27:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T09:56:52.954-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Layering of The Father</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S5-VyHuh_8I/AAAAAAAACZE/cyN5UIIdMGU/s1600-h/SDC11882.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449238762441801666" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S5-VyHuh_8I/AAAAAAAACZE/cyN5UIIdMGU/s200/SDC11882.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In a day &amp;amp; age when everyone's focus is on taking off a few "layers", I say it's high time I put on a few more....No, I am not saying that I am too thin!  I could stand to drop a few layers in the fat department for sure, but in the spiritual growth department the Father knows I stand in great need.  Recently, some friends of ours came through town and gave the kids "Nesting Dolls".  Nesting dolls are the cute wooden toy that has a tiny doll inside of layers of larger and larger dolls.  William &amp;amp; Grace have enjoyed playing with them and hiding different surprises in the center.  Today, I was reminded of how the Father grows His children.  In the beginning, we are the tiny doll.  It might be that the only truth we know about God is that He desires a relationship with us, and that He has made a way through Jesus Christ.  As time passes, and we spend time developing our relationship, the Father is generous to layer us more and more with Himself.  I am so thankful for the precious love that the Father delights in pouring over us in nourishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spending Time At His Feet,&lt;br /&gt;AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-4453446512186147843?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/4453446512186147843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=4453446512186147843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4453446512186147843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/4453446512186147843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/03/layering-of-father.html' title='The Layering of The Father'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S5-VyHuh_8I/AAAAAAAACZE/cyN5UIIdMGU/s72-c/SDC11882.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1710766004821284544</id><published>2010-03-09T12:27:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T14:54:41.902-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Over a Month</title><content type='html'>Wow, it has been over a month since I updated this blog, and unfortunatley, I do not have anything exciting or inspirational to say or report today either.  Matt &amp;amp; I are taking language classes a little over an hour commute (one way) from our home.  This has made for a crazy schedule.  I am just keeping my head above water right now trying to still homeschool the kids, do my own homework, house work, etc.  We have also been struggling with head colds/ear, nose, throat infections.  We think that the real issues are allergies.  Whatever it is, it has made for a long 6 weeks.  SOO, the bottom line is I am weary...okay, well, that is all the excuses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are exciting things happening all around us, and we would love to share them with you.  If you would like to be a part of our monthly e-mail list or quarterly snail mail list, please email us.  Also, Matt &amp;amp; I are both on Facebook.  I am afraid it is too easy to post one or two things and neglect the blog.  I'll work harder, and I am sure things will go "back to normal" (if there is such a thing) when we are done with the class in April.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William has wanted me to record a video of his "connects" creation.  I guess this would be a good time to post.  Enjoy!  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This fact I am sure would get an "Oh, Mush!" from my 8 year old , and an "Awww Weddings" from my 6 year old.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S3F1Wyyzy1I/AAAAAAAACYw/QwH8L7e1Rm8/s1600-h/M%26A+Wedding.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It is funny how different ages, different genders and just different people think about and view what true love looks like. I have written this before, but I'll say it again....I think that it is so important to know the love languages of the people that are close to you. There are 5 main ways people express and thus receive love. You can read more about it in Gary Chapman's book "The 5 Love Languages". There are a bazillion variations of the book. I am sure they all focus a little more specifically in different areas, but the main thing is to learn to be a student of those to whom you want to show love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Valentine's Day, AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-6073023636593104917?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6073023636593104917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6073023636593104917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6073023636593104917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6073023636593104917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/02/true-friend.html' title='A True Friend'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S3F1XH-RK3I/AAAAAAAACY4/xZcziqjFT-M/s72-c/M%26A+Up+close.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-4402548800256414362</id><published>2010-02-03T02:24:00.017-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T01:09:16.212-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Need Something?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zG_-IGI/AAAAAAAACYQ/AWKlyiqEVbU/s1600-h/SDC11843.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433932478056112226" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zG_-IGI/AAAAAAAACYQ/AWKlyiqEVbU/s200/SDC11843.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I found the note you see on the left attached to Grace's door yesterday. It says, "Bo not cum in unles you neb sumthening" Translation = "Do not come in unless you need something." I love it when I find things that the kids have written from their hearts. Of course, the homeschool teacher in me gasps at the wrong use of letters and misspellings, but the mom in me rejoices at a glimpse of my child's character. I am sure that the note started out to be a bold statement of "GIRLS ONLY" or "ONLY CLUB MEMBERS ALLOWED", but it would look like the fruits of kindness and love &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0yu-pNKI/AAAAAAAACYI/ZTg9Ba9cF2c/s1600-h/family+at+park.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 164px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433932471608095906" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0yu-pNKI/AAAAAAAACYI/ZTg9Ba9cF2c/s200/family+at+park.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;won in the end making her room open to anyone that need enter. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me when I watch my kids make the right choice. You can bet I have used this opportunity to praise and affirm Grace's attitude of being a helper and not excluding people, but today the Father has laid on my heart another simple truth Grace needs to learn. You see Grace would just like to "be a Christian". For about a year, she has wanted to "get baptized". How many countless people do I know that simply want "in". They think that because they are "good" or at least they haven't done anything "major" wrong they are not deserving of Hell...so surly they will go to Heaven.? The truth is that unless a person realizes their own worthlessness and understands that they "need something" they will not be allowed "in". In Matthew 9:13 &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zuo4d9I/AAAAAAAACYg/FkTCxpBnD7M/s1600-h/SDC11825.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433932488696690642" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zuo4d9I/AAAAAAAACYg/FkTCxpBnD7M/s200/SDC11825.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesus says, &lt;em&gt;"I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners."&lt;/em&gt; Again, In Mark 2:17 it is recorded that Jesus said, &lt;em&gt;"It is not those who are healthy who need a physician, but those who are sick; I did not come to call the righteous, but sinners."&lt;/em&gt; Luke 5:32 quotes Jesus as saying, &lt;em&gt;"I have not come to call the righteous but sinners to repentance."&lt;/em&gt; Over and over in the gospels Jesus tells us that we have to admit "we need something!" Sounds simple, right! Then why is it so hard? Why is it so hard to humble ourselves, admit we are wrong and that we "need something"? The promise is that &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zXCueyI/AAAAAAAACYY/ODMQNlt2nzc/s1600-h/SDC11824.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433932482362637090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zXCueyI/AAAAAAAACYY/ODMQNlt2nzc/s200/SDC11824.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Christ will be with us. He has not promised an "easy life" despite what is being preached/taught today! But, He has done all of the work for us and He even promises to be the one to "walk in the door" of our hearts and change us. Revelation 3:2o says, &lt;em&gt;"Behold, I stand at the door and knock; if anyone hears My voice and opens the door, I will come in to him and will dine with him, and he with Me."&lt;/em&gt; Wow! That thought makes my heart sing the old hymn: &lt;em&gt;"I will sing of the mercies of the Lord forever, I will sing!"&lt;/em&gt; How merciful He is to us; how loving. I am praying today for the right words and special ways to instruct Grace in humbling herself before the Lord. It is she that "needs something" - &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zxdKXGI/AAAAAAAACYo/nLlNpTYzkbg/s1600-h/SDC11826.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5433932489452837986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S2k0zxdKXGI/AAAAAAAACYo/nLlNpTYzkbg/s200/SDC11826.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Salvation that is found in Christ alone. 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This is one of the things that make living abroad so much fun!   In the city, it would seem the best way to "play" in the snow is to simply walk down the street. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGmtKwjjI/AAAAAAAACXY/eRx2p14O6ys/s1600-h/SDC11776.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941037754781234" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGmtKwjjI/AAAAAAAACXY/eRx2p14O6ys/s200/SDC11776.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The kids &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLijAIkqI/AAAAAAAACXw/__WiPLfVVH0/s1600-h/SDC11784.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429946463864525474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLijAIkqI/AAAAAAAACXw/__WiPLfVVH0/s200/SDC11784.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;had a great time today getting the snow off cars, trees, curbs, etc. We hit the jackpot &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLiyYsNGI/AAAAAAAACX4/M19CScDb_Xo/s1600-h/SDC11788.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429946467994055778" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLiyYsNGI/AAAAAAAACX4/M19CScDb_Xo/s200/SDC11788.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with a flatbed truck that was full of good clean powdery snow.  In our apartment, we are blessed with 2 balconies so that is a cle&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLiBwZWSI/AAAAAAAACXg/oH2fWwJPUUM/s1600-h/SDC11777.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429946454940145954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLiBwZWSI/AAAAAAAACXg/oH2fWwJPUUM/s200/SDC11777.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;an playing option, too, but at 5 stories up things have to stay to a very low rumble!  I let the kids play hockey with a stick and slipper, and they also had a fun time pretending like they were ice skating.  It has been great seeing the snowmen on all the window seals of our neighbors.  William &amp;amp; Grace have had a blast waving at all their friends from behind foggy windows. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGlAHL76I/AAAAAAAACW4/vk_rSBkENng/s1600-h/SDC11811.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941008480333730" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGlAHL76I/AAAAAAAACW4/vk_rSBkENng/s200/SDC11811.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Of course, our electricity and water would have to be on the blitz today, so we are doing our best to stay warm with blankets and layers of clothes...another joy of living overseas!  Reports are saying it is going to be like this the next 3 days.  (snow + utility issues!)  I don't know if you can see them in the pictures very well, but I knit the scarves that the kids are wearing. I am working on Matt's right now, and then I am going to attempt a hat for myself.  I am the only one without one and I am going to have to put vanity aside and get warm!  Hope everyone is enjoying a cozy January...AT &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGmN-1goI/AAAAAAAACXI/rIJrjR0Z0NE/s1600-h/SDC11804.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941029383275138" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGmN-1goI/AAAAAAAACXI/rIJrjR0Z0NE/s200/SDC11804.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGmeUBwQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/7s5X5lcUCro/s1600-h/SDC11802.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941033767125250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGmeUBwQI/AAAAAAAACXQ/7s5X5lcUCro/s200/SDC11802.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGlrqoJmI/AAAAAAAACXA/IsNq2jlAz2o/s1600-h/SDC11770.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429941020171708002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sGlrqoJmI/AAAAAAAACXA/IsNq2jlAz2o/s200/SDC11770.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-662912225043731585?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/662912225043731585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=662912225043731585' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/662912225043731585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/662912225043731585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/let-it-snow-let-it-snow-let-it-snow.html' title='Let it Snow; Let it Snow; Let it Snow!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1sLjBMEMUI/AAAAAAAACYA/tbYBbP-sQcs/s72-c/SDC11792.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3133273053717789188</id><published>2010-01-21T02:57:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T04:37:01.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Out In Front or Getting In Line</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1grpltUYKI/AAAAAAAACWw/gda2Z8baVjM/s1600-h/SDC11257.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5429137344291954850" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1grpltUYKI/AAAAAAAACWw/gda2Z8baVjM/s200/SDC11257.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In most central Asian cultures, it is customary for a man to walk in front of his wife and children. We work very hard weaving up and down busy streets to keep this pattern. However, in our hurry, we often start out a trip headed down the road in a mixed up fashion. I am sure we are a crazy sight playing "Chinese fire drill" on the sidewalk as we get back in the proper order. Last week, while walking hurriedly down a somewhat busy street, I had one of the scares of my life. William, our normally very cautious child, stepped in front of Matt and off the sidewalk into the middle of a side street just as a cargo truck was barreling through. Matt quickly grabbed William's arm and pulled him back to the safety of the sidewalk. What he said to William struck me..."I cannot guide and protect you when you get out in front of me." Hmmm; how often does my Father say that to me? I confess probably way too often. Perhaps, I take a snip-it of what the Father has revealed to me and then I expand on it too quickly without confirmation. Sometimes, I know I hear a good idea and desire to be apart of the ministry, but have not sought approval. Most often, I have a plan of what I want my life to look like, and I simply begin stepping out in front. I am so thankful that the Father has a love for me that is greater than anything I can comprehend. Right now our family is in the midst of several decisions. Honestly, it might look to some that "no decision is a bad decision". That may be true on many levels, but we believe that there is a perfect path that only the Father will lead us down when we choose to stay in line with His timing, plan and will for our lives. We ask that as you think of us today, please pray that we do not get out ahead of our Leader and we listen to His still small voice as we daily choose to walk in line with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Choosing to Get in Line, AT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past September, I wrote a post about holding tightly to the Father's hand. If the Father is touching your heart in this area,too, you might be encouraged by this post. Click here to read: (&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-his-hands.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In His Hands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3133273053717789188?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3133273053717789188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3133273053717789188' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3133273053717789188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3133273053717789188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/out-in-front-or-getting-in-line.html' title='Out In Front or Getting In Line'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1grpltUYKI/AAAAAAAACWw/gda2Z8baVjM/s72-c/SDC11257.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-2025236649311925034</id><published>2010-01-19T12:32:00.015-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T03:27:55.947-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What a blessing friends make!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X-T9z4RuI/AAAAAAAACWo/b1mUnVxLo4Q/s1600-h/SDC11748.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428524544828131042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X-T9z4RuI/AAAAAAAACWo/b1mUnVxLo4Q/s200/SDC11748.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X-Tdod6rI/AAAAAAAACWg/m6h42P6AtQA/s1600-h/SDC11747.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428524536190331570" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X-Tdod6rI/AAAAAAAACWg/m6h42P6AtQA/s200/SDC11747.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Our mail system here is not the most reliable.  We never know when (or if) we will get something; if they will deliver it; if we will have to pay a fine, etc. etc. However, God always knows what we need and when we need it. We received a Christmas package from our dear friends the Toons. It was a true blessing. Handwritten notes are always a treat and encouragement. The kids also loved getting last year's homeschool annual. It lifted our spirits to recall the memories and see special friends. Books, vitamins, treats...the list goes on and on....Thank you, Thank you Toon Family!   You know us so well.  We realize that it is &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9eT_VuRI/AAAAAAAACWA/ynNeQHibhIw/s1600-h/SDC11754.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428523623068842258" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9eT_VuRI/AAAAAAAACWA/ynNeQHibhIw/s200/SDC11754.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;a great expense to mail things to us. I will confess that at some point in the unwrapping process each one of us shed a tear of gratitude, joy, remembrance, feelings of being loved, etc. etc.  We miss you all deeply. Thank you for allowing the Father to use you to minister to us. We were told that the 6-9 month mark is a hard one in adjusting to living overseas. I confess that we are having many moments of heartache and reality checks. It is amazing in those moments how the Father sends an email, a facebook note, a local friend, or messages from His Word to encourage us. Thank you to everyone for your prayers and your willingness to "love on us" from across the water. Our &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9fA2nCEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/AOsiAH3O1I0/s1600-h/SDC11751.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428523635111823426" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9fA2nCEI/AAAAAAAACWQ/AOsiAH3O1I0/s200/SDC11751.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;God is so good, and He does indeed &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9e5YTB3I/AAAAAAAACWI/NxlS9pfLoPg/s1600-h/SDC11752.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428523633105635186" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9e5YTB3I/AAAAAAAACWI/NxlS9pfLoPg/s200/SDC11752.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;care about every part of our lives.  Today, our prayer for our home support teams is that God touches you all in a mighty way; that you feel His presence and are encouraged by His amazing love. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are blessed! AT   &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9eONCkQI/AAAAAAAACV4/H7nmRJY25qA/s1600-h/SDC11755.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428523621515694338" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9eONCkQI/AAAAAAAACV4/H7nmRJY25qA/s200/SDC11755.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9fimDyJI/AAAAAAAACWY/osYGSgwuekM/s1600-h/SDC11749.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5428523644169210002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X9fimDyJI/AAAAAAAACWY/osYGSgwuekM/s200/SDC11749.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-2025236649311925034?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/2025236649311925034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=2025236649311925034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2025236649311925034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/2025236649311925034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-blessing-friends-make.html' title='What a blessing friends make!!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S1X-T9z4RuI/AAAAAAAACWo/b1mUnVxLo4Q/s72-c/SDC11748.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6692967463094467916</id><published>2010-01-14T01:11:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T04:57:20.125-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2010 Begins</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S07D6ChBfRI/AAAAAAAACVw/8g9yiPH7nTY/s1600-h/SDC11735.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426490002903235858" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S07D6ChBfRI/AAAAAAAACVw/8g9yiPH7nTY/s200/SDC11735.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, we are two weeks into 2010 and I have not posted anything. I don't know if I should say that it is because I have been so busy and on top of other things, or if I should confess that the year has not started out as productive as I would like in any area....Oh well, it is what it is. We are moving forward and daily choosing to follow HIM. We have set our personal, ministry and family goals for the year. Nothing has really "changed", but it is good to have written reminders of our commitments as well as written challenges to encourage and motivate us. We based many of our goals this year off something that was given to us last spring. It is called "Sabbath Rest". &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daily&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = prayer, meditation, sleep &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Weekl&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;y = corporate worship, one day void of work-related responsibilities, exercise, time set aside for just your spouse &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Monthly &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;= spiritual retreat or focus, 2 days of seriously goofing off, 1 day of making something with your own hands, time of fasting &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Annually&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; = retreat experience that nurtures the soul, family get-a-way, go away with your spouse, special dates individually with your children. Of course, we have added work, school, ministry, financial, etc. etc. goals into this equation, but I thought I would give the "Sabbath Rest" as a starting place to anyone that has thought about setting goals for the year, but has just never known where to begin. I love how this plan just takes it back to the basics. The philosopher Eugene Peterson says that a successful life is one that has "a long obedience in the same direction". The call to all of us is to forsake ourselves and follow Christ. If we put our faith in Him as the cornerstone and build our lives on it, 2010 and all the years to come will be fruitful for the Kingdom, His glory and our benefit. Steadfast, AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How Firm a Foundation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;How firm a foundation, ye saints of the Lord; Is laid for your faith in his excellent word!; What more can he say than to you he hath said, You, who unto Jesus for refuge have fled?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Fear not, I am with thee, O be not dismayed, For I am thy God and will still give thee aid; I'll strengthen and help thee, and cause thee to stand; upheld by my righteous, omnipotent hand. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;The soul that on Jesus has leaned for repose, I will not, I will not desert to its foes; That soul, though all hell should endeavor to shake, I'll never, no never, no never forsake.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&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/4644872095079124912-6692967463094467916?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/6692967463094467916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6692967463094467916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6692967463094467916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6692967463094467916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010-begins.html' title='2010 Begins'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/S07D6ChBfRI/AAAAAAAACVw/8g9yiPH7nTY/s72-c/SDC11735.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-6381974389146572111</id><published>2009-12-28T05:41:00.022-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T05:34:20.755-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm5D0AWrRI/AAAAAAAACVo/PawMPH_kHBc/s1600-h/SDC11673.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420567101667978514" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm5D0AWrRI/AAAAAAAACVo/PawMPH_kHBc/s200/SDC11673.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We pray you all enjoyed the beautiful Christmas season. We enjoyed seeing the pictures of the white Christmas that many of you were able to have in the Texas area. Please send us your family newsletter updates via email when you have time. We would love to hear from you. We had a quiet two days. On the 24th, we traveled with some local American friends to a Chilis. It was a treat to be able to eat familiar foods and visit with believers. In the evening, we were excited to light the final candle on our Advent wreath: The Christ Candle. Christ - The Messiah - The Anointed One...what a joy it has been to spend the last month focused on the blessing God gave to us in the gift of His son. After my last blog, a sweet mentor friend of mine reminded me on facebook that we know peace now because he came the first time and sent the Holy Spirit to be with us until He comes again - BUT, true peace will only come when He comes again.  In looking towards the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szmz8hX3X2I/AAAAAAAACUY/VQqIs4Y8VBA/s1600-h/Family+at+Chilies.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420561478849093474" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szmz8hX3X2I/AAAAAAAACUY/VQqIs4Y8VBA/s200/Family+at+Chilies.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;new year, our family feels challenged to see how we can continue the celebration of advent (the anticipation of His coming) in the new seasons. How can we keep our hearts full of the anticipation of His coming again? What can we be doing to get ourselves ready? What can we be doing to help others to be ready?  I am sure that we will have a lot to blog about in 2010 as God stretches our faith, teaches us and encourages our hearts.  God is true to His promises and we are determined to be faithful to His call.  Because of Him, AT &lt;br /&gt;Pictures:  The first one is, of course, us at Chilis.  We are truly thankful for our home supporters that make it possible for us to live here but also what a blessing &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szmz9D03QSI/AAAAAAAACUg/hfrAeGA72tE/s1600-h/SDC11678.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420561488097526050" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szmz9D03QSI/AAAAAAAACUg/hfrAeGA72tE/s200/SDC11678.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;you all are to go beyond that and help us with special treats.  Thank you; Thank you; Thank you!  The next picture is of the kids seeing for the first time what their special gifts were going to be on Christmas morning.  I love the surprise!  Gift giving is one of my love languages - I LOVE Christmas time!  The next few pictures are of the special gifts we bought for each other.  The kids worked really hard all fall to save their money.  They were thrilled to buy presents for each person.  "Faithfulness is always rewarded" - great lesson for finances and it is helping push us all through language learning!  The last two things are videos.  I am having a hard time getting videos to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm3DV-ZVuI/AAAAAAAACVg/83Boyv0s-7Q/s1600-h/SDC11699.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420564894583445218" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm3DV-ZVuI/AAAAAAAACVg/83Boyv0s-7Q/s200/SDC11699.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;upload - not sure what my problem is....SOOO, these are not the cute ones that I have tried for 2 days to upload, but maybe they will make you laugh.      &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm3CK_7dGI/AAAAAAAACVA/PJTGgXrPrvY/s1600-h/SDC11692.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420564874457216098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm3CK_7dGI/AAAAAAAACVA/PJTGgXrPrvY/s200/SDC11692.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=6381974389146572111' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6381974389146572111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/6381974389146572111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-2009.html' title='Christmas 2009'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Szm5D0AWrRI/AAAAAAAACVo/PawMPH_kHBc/s72-c/SDC11673.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-4589234577648906102</id><published>2009-12-20T12:55:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T15:33:58.563-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth Week of Advent = Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50OWYp7lI/AAAAAAAACUI/3-fSyVerXSI/s1600-h/SDC11660.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395191649267282" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50OWYp7lI/AAAAAAAACUI/3-fSyVerXSI/s200/SDC11660.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, I desire peace on earth; and no, I was never a beauty pageant queen! My heart simply aches for the new people that I am growing to love. I am daily struck by the millions around me that are searching for peace. Where our family is living, "Shalom Aleikhem" is a common greeting people give each other. It means, "peace upon you." It is the phrase Jesus used in greeting the disciples after His resurrection. The sad thing is that only 2% of the people in this part of the world know Christ.  Just wishing peace on someone will never give them the peace their hearts hunger after. I admit I sometimes wish it were that easy. However, peace only comes through Jesus Christ. Christ alone gives peace to those who seek &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50NCluVxI/AAAAAAAACTo/uZ2OoWDiXH0/s1600-h/SDC11670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395169155503890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50NCluVxI/AAAAAAAACTo/uZ2OoWDiXH0/s200/SDC11670.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Him, and it is only though Christ that this world will know lasting peace. The Apostle Paul instructs us that the only way we will know peace is by knowing and following Christ. He tells us to actively seek this peace. How can I actively seek peace? I believe we do this not by anxiously trying to control our own lives, but by surrendering our needs to God in prayer. Isaiah 26:3 says, &lt;em&gt;"You will keep in perfect peace those whose minds are steadfast, because they trust in you." &lt;/em&gt;Philippians 4:4-7 says, &lt;em&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always. I will say it again: Rejoice! Let your gentleness be evident to all. The Lord is near. Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything, by prayer and petition, &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50NXhvOFI/AAAAAAAACTw/_9KTQGv0dBE/s1600-h/SDC11661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395174775928914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50NXhvOFI/AAAAAAAACTw/_9KTQGv0dBE/s200/SDC11661.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;with thanksgiving, present your requests to God.&lt;/em&gt; (what happens when we do this?&lt;em&gt;) &lt;strong&gt;And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and your minds&lt;/strong&gt; in Christ Jesus."&lt;/em&gt; Why is it that simple obedience seems so hard?! I simply have to rejoice in Him, walk in gentleness, not be anxious, pray and be thankful! I love how Ann Spangler talks about peace. She says, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"May His peace settle into your soul and rule in your heart. May it become the loom on which your life is woven, clothing you with his &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy6Am7KeKsI/AAAAAAAACUQ/U0dPgrIQZDk/s1600-h/SDC11659.JPG"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417408807978281666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy6Am7KeKsI/AAAAAAAACUQ/U0dPgrIQZDk/s200/SDC11659.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;strong&gt;compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness, and patience."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Wow, may it be so in my life and I wish the same for your life.  May you find the peace that comes through HIM today, AT &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our Christmas activities last week were mostly in the area of baking, baking, and more baking. We refused to let the water being turned off in our building be a discouragement to us.....Praise the Lord for bottled and stored water! We made my mom's yummy, chocolate balls. (Thank you Dad &amp;amp; Mom; Grandpa &amp;amp; Grandma for the wonderful care package!) We also made oatmeal cookies and participated in a "cookie exchange" with some other Americans. The kids and I will be passing out the wrapped cookies/gifts to our neighbors this coming week. We also had a birthday party for Jesus at our house this Sunday. We read scripture and the kids acted &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50Ny4EGEI/AAAAAAAACUA/NX3jQSuP5x0/s1600-h/SDC11647.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5417395182117328962" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sy50Ny4EGEI/AAAAAAAACUA/NX3jQSuP5x0/s200/SDC11647.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;out the Christmas story. It was a lot of fun. The last picture shown is of our first snow of the year. It did not stay on the ground, but we still have hopes for a white Christmas!  The video is of our favorite Christmas hymn this holiday season.  Check out how William smacks Grace just as they are starting - We obviously have some instruction on "living in peace with all men" to go over with our children this week! 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I discuss what I believe is true happiness, so I won't go into that discussion today.  This week the focus is Joy.  What is Joy?  I don't know how many times I have heard that because I am a believer I may not always have "happiness", but I will always have joy.  I am not sure that I have ever agreed with that statement.  Just because I am a believer I have joy??  Three weeks ago, our Sunday house group started a new children's curriculum. As a family we are really enjoying our homework and discussions during the week. The focus is on the centrality of the greatness and &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyaSE87tyiI/AAAAAAAACS4/VMFHfgJYWL0/s1600-h/SDC11636.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415176215733324322" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyaSE87tyiI/AAAAAAAACS4/VMFHfgJYWL0/s200/SDC11636.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;worth of God. Our Bible memory verse this week is Psalm 16: 11a &lt;em&gt;"You have made known to me the path of life; You will fill me with joy in Your presence."&lt;/em&gt; Here is what I believe is the truth about Joy. I will only have joy and be filled with joy when I am spending time in the presence of the Lord. Does that mean I think joy will only come when I am in Heaven? NO - because Christ came; died in my place; and rose again, I believe I can have a relationship with Almighty God right now.  I am filled with the Holy Spirit, and because of Christ's blood I have the freedom to be in the Father's presence. Jesus tells us in John 15:11,&lt;em&gt; "These things I have spoken to you so that My &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyacMz7PTUI/AAAAAAAACTg/5d5b4yH1BGs/s1600-h/SDC11637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415187345870638402" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyacMz7PTUI/AAAAAAAACTg/5d5b4yH1BGs/s200/SDC11637.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;joy may be in you, and that your joy may be made full."&lt;/em&gt; What things had he "just spoken"? He was teaching on daily abiding in Him. No, I don't think that because I am a believer that I always have joy. There have been times over my last 17 years as a believer that I struggled with finding joy. It was during those times that because I was a believer, God sometimes through His hand of correction, His reminders of ultimate control or His process of sanstification in me, brought me back to His presence to find joy again.  John Piper once said, "The best news in the world is that there is no necessary conflict between our happiness and God's holiness. Being satisfied with all &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyacMhNaqhI/AAAAAAAACTY/IJavfXPlS_Y/s1600-h/SDC11639.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5415187340846606866" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyacMhNaqhI/AAAAAAAACTY/IJavfXPlS_Y/s200/SDC11639.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that God is for us in Jesus magnifies Him as a great Treasure." If I am daily choosing to fill my heart with the treasures of the Lord, I will have lasting joy. I love the old chorus "Holy Ground".  You may remember the first line in the song says: &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In His presence, there is joy beyond all measure and at His feet, peace of mind can still be found.&lt;/span&gt;  Joy is found in Christ alone.   It is a daily choice to take up my cross; put on the armor of God; follow Him; abide in His presence; and FIND JOY!&lt;br /&gt;Making a DAILY choice!  AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pictures:  This Christmas week we have been so thankful for the ability to now watch "youtube".  We have found several classic Christmas cartoons and movies.  The first pic is of the kids watching on Matt's computer.  The second pic. is of me knitting.  One of my local friends is patiently trying to teach me.  The last pic. is of course of the wonderful Starbucks!  I was so excited to get a Christmas cup of delight!  I had to take the kids to the doctor/big hospital a little ways away (parasite issues - whole different story), so we decided to visit the mall.  The kids were able to ride a few "amusement park" type rides, but I forgot my camera, so the only evidence is the wonderful treat I brought home.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyaSFlSb6ZI/AAAAAAAACTI/GeJYWnG0ceE/s1600-h/SDC11639.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-8734158494428122174?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/8734158494428122174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=8734158494428122174' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8734158494428122174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/8734158494428122174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/12/third-week-of-advent-joy.html' title='Third Week of Advent = Joy'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SyaSGGkR24I/AAAAAAAACTQ/HR99zaFWMpM/s72-c/SDC11644.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-255398887333036260</id><published>2009-12-07T13:02:00.029-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-08T12:31:21.914-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Second Week of Advent = Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SEFcfFOI/AAAAAAAACQc/yoDfDYuVrvk/s1600-h/SDC11628.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572557303813346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SEFcfFOI/AAAAAAAACQc/yoDfDYuVrvk/s200/SDC11628.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;To do lists, shopping lists, check the calendar for events and commitments, decorating...yes, the "busyness" of the season has followed us around the world. Even living overseas, I have to remind myself that the Christmas season is not about go, go, go and do, do, do. It is about the ONE who &lt;em&gt;came&lt;/em&gt; (and is coming again) and has already &lt;em&gt;done&lt;/em&gt; what we cannot do for ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had been married a little less than 9 months when I happened upon food poisoning for the first time. If any of you have ever had the great fortune of experiencing such an illness, you will know what I am talking about when I &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SEfqDwCI/AAAAAAAACQk/MXm-dz5SDYs/s1600-h/SDC11627.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572564340064290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SEfqDwCI/AAAAAAAACQk/MXm-dz5SDYs/s200/SDC11627.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;say that I felt overtaken and possessed. I had absolutely no control over my body. It started while we were at someone's house for small group on a Sunday night. Talk about embarrassing! I have no idea how Matt got me home - several stops on the side of the road. Then somewhere around midnight, he physically picked me up and rushed me to the emergency room of Northhills Hospital. Let's just say the honeymoon was definately over at that point...not because the "excitement" was gone...but because if there had been any "pretending" to care or should I say "take care" of each other, this is where it would have come to light. Matt was "THE MAN"! He cleaned up all kinds of things &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SFvVMxyI/AAAAAAAACQ8/1TZnp_R4dz0/s1600-h/SDC11632.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572585727412002" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SFvVMxyI/AAAAAAAACQ8/1TZnp_R4dz0/s200/SDC11632.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;we won't mention - physically making himself ill!. He encouraged me, prayed over me and never left my side. This was also the event that made me realize how much my in-laws really considered me part of the family. They came to the hospital and stayed until late in the night. My sister-in-law, Jan, came with them even though she had 3 small children at home. She held my hand and followed me into a germ riddled restroom where only the Lord's protection saved us. (well, that part is a little bit of a tall tale, but it was BAD!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, why am I telling you a 12 year old story...well, to give you a physical picture of love. Love is not about romance and personal fulfillment. Love is sacrifice, commitment and selflessness. So what are we doing and filling our time with this Christmas season? Is my focus on what's in it for me? People say, "Oh, we need to teach our kids about the real meaning of Christmas." But, I think &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SE54_FZI/AAAAAAAACQs/JaoMGvsp4U8/s1600-h/SDC11629.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572571381994898" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SE54_FZI/AAAAAAAACQs/JaoMGvsp4U8/s200/SDC11629.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;that our generation is still looking to the Christmas tree (and credit cards) to fill some sort of "love tank" that we are not sure how to satisfy. What do I think shows love? Yes, gift giving is one form of showing love, but do I know the other ways in which my family and friends receive love. One year, at my in-laws, the adults didn't give gifts at all. We wrote notes expressing our love. If you have not read the books on love languages, check them out. They are awesome and have really opened my eyes to how I interact with my loved ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week of advent, we are re-evaluating how we are showing love to each other. We are also taking time to study the ONE that showed the greatest love. &lt;em&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, than one lay down his life for his &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SFAd0eTI/AAAAAAAACQ0/77IszPXNjWE/s1600-h/SDC11631.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412572573147101490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SFAd0eTI/AAAAAAAACQ0/77IszPXNjWE/s200/SDC11631.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;friends."&lt;/em&gt; John 15:13 Christ did this for us. Romans 5 tells us that while we were still in sin, He gave His life for us. We shouldn't love someone because of what they can do for us. That type of love will never hold a marriage together, children in right-relationship with their parents or make for lasting friendships. We love people just because...just becasue of who they are in Christ - someone worth dieing for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remembering True Love, AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS: William really did have his arm around Grace without prompting. I snapped the pic. and he took it down and wanted to be silly with hinnies in the air and reading books!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-255398887333036260?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/255398887333036260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=255398887333036260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/255398887333036260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/255398887333036260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/12/second-week-of-advent-love.html' title='Second Week of Advent = Love'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sx1SEFcfFOI/AAAAAAAACQc/yoDfDYuVrvk/s72-c/SDC11628.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-523602679244510074</id><published>2009-12-02T03:21:00.020-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T14:50:57.544-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Week of Advent = Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410567544737545154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxYyg_lWu8I/AAAAAAAACQM/5ylTqcPT4Ts/s200/SDC11619.JPG" /&gt;The holiday season is full of traditions. One of my favorite is eating pie for breakfast on Thanksgiving and Christmas Day. My uncle started the tradition so that he could enjoy dessert and not be stuffed from dinner. We loved it as kids and enjoy it now as adults even more! Matt's favorite tradition as a child was listening to &lt;em&gt;Santa Clause is Coming to Town &lt;/em&gt;on Christmas Eve and then running and jumping into bed. He now loves reading to our children, chasing them and tucking them in. William and Grace love opening Christmas books each evening leading up to Christmas Day. I wrap the same books over and over each &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxY2bgTIKZI/AAAAAAAACQU/K5mR41Ih6cE/s1600-h/SDC11620.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410571848486758802" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxY2bgTIKZI/AAAAAAAACQU/K5mR41Ih6cE/s200/SDC11620.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;year, but they love them like they are brand new. A few years ago, as a family, we started a new tradition. We light a traditional advent wreath each night for the entire month prior to Christmas. We start the first week with one candle and then each week adds a candle until the 5th and final candle is lit on Christmas Eve. This past Sunday was the start of our "count down" to Christmas. Advent just means "the coming" or "the arrival of the awaited". Yes, we do play Santa Clause and hang stockings, but we wanted a real tangible concrete way to keep our focus on the real reason we celebrate. Each evening, the kids take turns lighting the candle(s) (and blowing it out - which is still super fun at &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxYyO3KgzaI/AAAAAAAACP8/WZHOUFXSr2g/s1600-h/family2.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 169px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410567233239829922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxYyO3KgzaI/AAAAAAAACP8/WZHOUFXSr2g/s200/family2.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;this age!) and using our plastic manger scene to tell the story of Christ's birth. Matt reads a passage of scripture, and we all sing a Christmas Hymn or two. It is so fun to watch the kids' knowledge of the scriptures grow. Each year, they are able to tell more and more of the story. We have to cut William off most of the time because he wants to focus too long on the Old Testament prophecies and continue the story past the fleeing to Egypt! Grace wants to add to the story and talk about "Mary picking berries, and the Shepards chasing sheep and singing in the fields!' However, we try to use all of that to add to our fun as a family and focus on the love of the Father and the precious gift of Christ. This week we are lighting the candle of HOPE. Charles Revson, the founder of the cosmetic empire, Revlon, said that what he sold was hope. "Hope happens when someone sees something, decides that it is desirable, realizes that they may not get it, but believes that there is still a &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxYyQ3Lgn8I/AAAAAAAACQE/nLF5ZyC_lcY/s1600-h/SDC11618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410567267603750850" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxYyQ3Lgn8I/AAAAAAAACQE/nLF5ZyC_lcY/s200/SDC11618.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;chance of getting it." In other words, the world's way of looking at hope is "wishful thinking". The scriptures teach us differently. A more biblical definition of hope is "confident expectation". Proverbs 23:18 Tells us that there is a hope for us. Hebrews 11 tells us that our faith comes by being sure of what we hope for. Romans 8 tells us in hope we are saved. Matthew 12 tells us that the nations will find their hope in Christ. We can have a confident expectation (hope) that what God said He would do - HE DID; what God promises to do in the future - HE WILL DO!  Praise the Lord for the salvation that He gives us through His son and the hope that He gives of a life and relationship eternally with Him.&lt;br /&gt;Confidently Expecting!  AT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-523602679244510074?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/523602679244510074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=523602679244510074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/523602679244510074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/523602679244510074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/12/first-week-of-advent-hope.html' title='First Week of Advent = Hope'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxYyg_lWu8I/AAAAAAAACQM/5ylTqcPT4Ts/s72-c/SDC11619.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-3477026505883768206</id><published>2009-11-28T10:41:00.019-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T12:31:30.599-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Seated At HIS Table</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFa_IZtahI/AAAAAAAACPM/duobz62F3_M/s1600/SDC11598.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409204668082252306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFa_IZtahI/AAAAAAAACPM/duobz62F3_M/s200/SDC11598.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I pray your Thanksgiving holiday was filled with memories and reminders of all that you have to praise the Lord for in your life. I know our family is truly thankful for the many, many things and ways in which the Lord has provided and graced us. This year on Thursday, we celebrated with some local friends. We were honored that they would want to participate in our holiday. It was a great evening, and a wonderful opportunity to share some of our beliefs and life story. The picture of us at a table is in our home. On Friday, we gathered with a few American friends to share a more traditional meal and time of praise and worship. One of the &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFbAFZt7WI/AAAAAAAACPc/2cjA9oHi5aA/s1600/SDC11615.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409204684456848738" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFbAFZt7WI/AAAAAAAACPc/2cjA9oHi5aA/s200/SDC11615.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;songs really struck me. I have heard it before, but in light of the last two blogs that I wrote - &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/chew-on-this.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Chew on this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;; and &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-am-i-hungry-for.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;What am I hungry for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was really moved by the phrase:&lt;em&gt; "Once your enemy now seated at your table."&lt;/em&gt; Wow, it is truly amazing that a Holy God loves us so much that He made a way for us to not only be in relationship with Him, but to be seated at His table. May I never take light such a wonderful privilege. I am invited daily to dine with the King of the Heavens. Our God is truly good to us. You-Tube has a graphic, but good video featuring the song I mentioned above. The title is &lt;em&gt;Jesus, Thank You&lt;/em&gt;. If you do not get You-Tube, you can click on the title of the song lyrics below &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFbAfT5eQI/AAAAAAAACPk/t53jrckT9s0/s1600/SDC11617.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409204691411761410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFbAfT5eQI/AAAAAAAACPk/t53jrckT9s0/s200/SDC11617.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and hear a portion of the song. (&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJf-HXyoGL8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;You Tube &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJf-HXyoGL8"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Video Click Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) The other pictures I wanted to post from our Thanksgiving are of Grace's first pie and our Thank you Tree. Grace helped with a good bit of the cooking this year. She is becoming quite handy in the kitchen. Her favorite job is pealing, but she likes to roll out dough, too. She is so proud of her pecan pie. A special thank you to my Grandma Vera for sending the pecans! The pictures with the hands are of our Thank you tree. Each evening for the month of November, we wrote something that we were thankful for on colored paper where we traced and cut out our hands making them look like leaves on a tree. It was a wonderful visual for all of us to &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFbA18frII/AAAAAAAACPs/ftgifycKNME/s1600/SDC11616.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409204697487617154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFbA18frII/AAAAAAAACPs/ftgifycKNME/s200/SDC11616.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;remember all the blessings in our lives. It has also been a great opportunity to share &lt;em&gt;light&lt;/em&gt; with those visiting our home. We are truly thankful for all the HE is doing and are daily filled in our walk with Him! Jesus, Thank you!  AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=M4130-07-51"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jesus, Thank You&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;The mystery of the cross I cannot comprehend; The agonies of Calvary ; You the perfect Holy One, crushed Your Son;Who drank the bitter cup reserved for me; Your blood has washed away my sin; Jesus, Thank You; The Father's wrath completely satisfied; Jesus, Thank You; Once Your enemy, now seated at Your table; Jesus, Thank You; By Your perfect sacrifice I've been brought near; Your enemy You've made your friend; Pouring out the riches of your glorious grace; Your mercy and your kindness know no end; Lover of my soul; I want to live for You&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFa_pIcnlI/AAAAAAAACPU/EHZlTvOtBpw/s1600/SDC11600.JPG"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409204676868218450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFa_pIcnlI/AAAAAAAACPU/EHZlTvOtBpw/s200/SDC11600.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UJf-HXyoGL8"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-3477026505883768206?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/3477026505883768206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=3477026505883768206' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3477026505883768206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/3477026505883768206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/seated-at-his-table.html' title='Seated At HIS Table'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SxFa_IZtahI/AAAAAAAACPM/duobz62F3_M/s72-c/SDC11598.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-5839480329819654268</id><published>2009-11-24T08:11:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-24T11:52:03.123-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The 4 Little Pigs!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQhT5t3bdI/AAAAAAAACN0/B8tmxBuYX2U/s1600/SDC11585.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405482078545866194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQhT5t3bdI/AAAAAAAACN0/B8tmxBuYX2U/s200/SDC11585.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For those of you whom we keep up with on Facebook this will be somewhat of a repeat; we simply ask for your continued prayers. &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;: )&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Our family is physically having a bit of a rough fall. Our bodies are trying to adjust to new seasonal allergies, local germs and city viruses. At least one member of our family has been ill in some fashion since late September. We were warned that this would probably be the case our entire first year in country, so we are trying to make healthy choices and strengthen our immune systems as we go. However, this last round of illness has really knocked us &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQDHxSh5oI/AAAAAAAACNk/nzd_GADIeOA/s1600/SDC11582.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hard.  It is most likely that we have had the H1N1 virus (Swine Flu).  The official testing for the H1N1 is expensive and the &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Swrf36JDcjI/AAAAAAAACO8/jwqKkZzBZp8/s1600/SDC11582.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407380454204731954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Swrf36JDcjI/AAAAAAAACO8/jwqKkZzBZp8/s200/SDC11582.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;hospitals are not giving it if a person has all of the symptoms as well as confirmed family, friends or school mates with the virus. All of that applied to us, so we have simply been trying to manage the illness the past 2 weeks by keeping hydrated and keeping fevers as low as possible. We thought we were out of the woods. Everyone had been fever and symptom free (aside from congestion) for 36 hours so we scheduled a well doctor's check last Wednesday(requirement to go back to school); however, in the early hours of the morning the virus came back stronger than before. William stared vomiting and running a fever again, Grace's headache returned and Matt came down with all the symptoms! After almost 12 hours of constant vomiting, William was extremely dehydrated and needed medical intervention. I took &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQhUbkxvsI/AAAAAAAACN8/cez4l4Xn_t4/s1600/SDC11584.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5405482087634550466" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQhUbkxvsI/AAAAAAAACN8/cez4l4Xn_t4/s200/SDC11584.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;him to the hospital where for almost 48 hours he received IV fluids, anti-nausea meds. and antibiotics. He was one miserable little boy. If you know William's past history with asthma and phenomena, you will realize what a miracle and answer to prayer it is that his lungs were basically clear. They showed a little congestion, but not so much so that he required any treatment. Grace continued with headaches and body aches for an additional 24 hours. She is now (aside from a little congestion) symptom free. Matt continued with digestional issues and a high fever for 5 days. (48 of the worst hours of that time he was by himself trying to take care of Grace!) He is basically on the mend now. He is weak and tired, but good. He and William both contracted a secondary bacterial infection. They say that is very common with H1N1. I am tired, as you can imagine, but overall good. I have hearing loss in my left ear so my current head congestion is a bit &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQDHiB1dfI/AAAAAAAACNc/pEuHjHJ5Kxs/s1600/SDC11583.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Swrf4RZN0cI/AAAAAAAACPE/W5aPXt5j-6M/s1600/SDC11587.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5407380460446536130" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Swrf4RZN0cI/AAAAAAAACPE/W5aPXt5j-6M/s200/SDC11587.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;maddening. I feel like I am in a fog and talking in a can. I also get dizzy easily. Thank you so much for your prayers and emails. You have been such an encouragement. Our team here has been amazing, too. We are so blessed.&lt;br /&gt;We realize that this too will make us stronger...physically as well as emotionally and spiritually if we look for how the Father is working. We are not surprised that new relationships were formed in this process, and we were able to test how deep in relationship we are with some people. I cannot tell you how touched I was the night William needed to go to the hospital. Some American friends of ours volunteered to take us and help me with translating (&amp;amp; much more!); however, traffic was stacked so they did not reach William &amp;amp; me as quickly as they had planned. This left us at the street curb in front of our building for a little while. During that time, many of the people on our street that we have been getting to know left their businesses and came to us asking how they could help; they brought us chairs; and offered their traditional words of "get well" and "blessings". It was very touching. Over the last 3 days, many have come to check on us, bring us food and offering their well wishes. God is good and we are praising Him for the opportunity to go deeper in shared relationships with people.  He works all things for HIS glory. Remembering tonight to turn ALL things into Praise for Him, AT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Blessed be Your name when the road is marked with suffering; when there's pain in the offering; Blessed be Your name!"&lt;/em&gt; &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQCRML2FhI/AAAAAAAACM8/WTtG8_8jfAI/s1600/SDC11587.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-5839480329819654268?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/5839480329819654268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=5839480329819654268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5839480329819654268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/5839480329819654268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/4-little-pigs.html' title='The 4 Little Pigs!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwQhT5t3bdI/AAAAAAAACN0/B8tmxBuYX2U/s72-c/SDC11585.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-502148505864435921</id><published>2009-11-17T11:10:00.035-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T04:50:07.948-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What am I hungry for?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNswXllYI/AAAAAAAACOk/g2I5w-vfbYM/s1600/SDC11591.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406867890184230274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNswXllYI/AAAAAAAACOk/g2I5w-vfbYM/s200/SDC11591.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my last post, I talked about chewing on the Word throughout the day, so with Thanksgiving plans in the air and that in mind, I guess the next challenge to me should be in regards to my daily diet. What does my appetite look like? Am I filling up on the junk of man's approval, the pleasures of material possessions, the security of a money in the bank - my personal sin list goes on and on... I find it interesting that when Jesus fed the 5,000 He did so with barley bread - cheap bread. I believe this was no accident. I think He was trying to make a strong point about filling up on what the world has to offer. After this miraculous event, the people still did not understand that they needed to make a change in their feasting habits or they would always be hungry. They found Jesus and asked for more cheap bread. In John 6, Jesus replies to &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNsK_Hm9I/AAAAAAAACOM/QLAuKnvpd90/s1600/SDC11594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406867880149490642" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNsK_Hm9I/AAAAAAAACOM/QLAuKnvpd90/s200/SDC11594.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;their request, &lt;em&gt;"Do not work for the food which perishes, but for the food which endures to eternal life, which the Son of Man will give to you..." &lt;/em&gt;Still not understanding, the people asked for bread again. Jesus replies, &lt;em&gt;"I am the bread of life; he who comes to Me will not hunger, and he who believes in Me will never thirst."&lt;/em&gt; Now, in their ignorance they began to grumble. Jesus responds by saying, &lt;em&gt;"I am the bread of life. Your fathers ate the manna in the wilderness, and they died....I am the living bread that came down out of heaven; if anyone eats of this bread he will live forever....My flesh is true food and My blood is true drink." &lt;/em&gt;As a result of this, the Bible &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNr1O_8WI/AAAAAAAACOE/XxZdewao9iM/s1600/SDC11593.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406867874310517090" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNr1O_8WI/AAAAAAAACOE/XxZdewao9iM/s200/SDC11593.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;says that many withdrew and were not walking with Him anymore. Was Christ really asking too much of them? Is He asking too much of us? How many times have I chosen to pull up to the Father's table only because I "needed" something? Maybe my desire was healing, direction, wisdom or any number of noble things, but my reasons have been the same - Do this Father and You will get glory. I will praise you. People will see Your power. This may be true and I may have been sincere, but when did I become the manager of God's glory? (love that question by JoanneShelter in her book &lt;em&gt;And the Word came with Power&lt;/em&gt; ) When did I gain the wisdom of knowing what is best or obtain the right to sit on &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkOPXBu2lI/AAAAAAAACOs/Yq8l4v2FUKM/s1600/SDC11592.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406868484677098066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkOPXBu2lI/AAAAAAAACOs/Yq8l4v2FUKM/s200/SDC11592.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;the throne of my life? Will I walk away from the Father's table still not satified because I am asking for cheap bread? A few years ago, Pastor Jordan Fowler from &lt;a href="http://www.northwoodchurch.org/v2/index.htm"&gt;NorthWood Church &lt;/a&gt;gave a very tangible illustration during one of his sermons. He sat down to a table on the stage and proceeded to eat, and eat and eat chips leaving no room for a friend's prized steak or his mother's wonderful pie. His question to us was, "What are we filling ourselves with and missing out on God's best?" I wrote a blog in May asking myself that very question, "What am I full of?" C&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-am-i-full-of.html"&gt;lick here &lt;/a&gt;to read. Looking at what I am full of will certainly tell me what I have been feasting upon.  I know all too often I get stuffed/satisfied with chips so much so that I am not hungry for food that is the most beneficial.   &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkP6O6MpWI/AAAAAAAACO0/Ba_TdVeBFHI/s1600/SDC11596.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406870320744015202" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkP6O6MpWI/AAAAAAAACO0/Ba_TdVeBFHI/s200/SDC11596.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Am I satisfied with the cheap bread/chips that God provides? Don't get me wrong, He does give us "cheap" things or babyfood to teach us to trust Him and rely on His provision...and those things are needed and enriching.  However, now that I am a growing believer am I asking God for more nourishing things that will sustain me and provide lasting fruit? Let it not be said to me, &lt;em&gt;"I gave you milk to drink, not solid food; for you were not yet able to receive it. Indeed, even now you are not yet able."&lt;/em&gt; 1Cor.3:2 May my diet be of the fresh and new foods that the Lord desires for me. May I sit down at His table daily and feast upon the portion He has for me...not so that my belly is full of milk, but so that I am empowered by His meat portion.  I do not want it to be my story that I grew weary because of only eating cheap bread and &lt;em&gt;"withdrew and was not walking with him"&lt;/em&gt; because I could no longer grow by chips alone.  My prayer today is that I learn to chew on meat  (the hard things; the things that make you ask more and more questions) so that by filling my stomach with a new feast I am able to be sustained in the work He has for me and the fruit that I pass on to others is pleasing to the Father and lasting in His Kingdom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Working on a New Diet, AT&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNsZvY2RI/AAAAAAAACOU/OYEuLM4wDlk/s1600/SDC11595.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5406867884110043410" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNsZvY2RI/AAAAAAAACOU/OYEuLM4wDlk/s200/SDC11595.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;PS: The pictures are of a turkey craft project that our sweet Grandma Lisa Jump sent to the kids.  William's turkey is "Super Turkey".  His alias is Mr. Gobble.  Grace's turkey is a princess.  Thank you so much; all the crafts have really been helpful while we have been feeling so poorly.  : ) &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/4644872095079124912-502148505864435921?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/502148505864435921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=502148505864435921' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/502148505864435921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/502148505864435921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-am-i-hungry-for.html' title='What am I hungry for?'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SwkNswXllYI/AAAAAAAACOk/g2I5w-vfbYM/s72-c/SDC11591.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1007948356087898640</id><published>2009-11-12T01:58:00.012-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T07:07:49.602-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Chew on this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr9Vv-5YI/AAAAAAAACM0/XjfsjEHsJZI/s1600-h/SDC11572.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403171617003988354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr9Vv-5YI/AAAAAAAACM0/XjfsjEHsJZI/s200/SDC11572.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Well, there are just some things that go down in my experience book as, "really, did I just do that"... and there is not much more that can be said or done other than that... Yesterday, I had one of those experiences. You see, I have not been feeling well for a month. I have a head &amp;amp; chest cold or something - who knows. My neighbors and local friends have been giving me all kinds of home remedies, teas and herbs. I hate going to the doctor and in general take a more natural approach to things, so the experiments have not been bad. However; yesterday, I went to the bazaar with an older friend, and she was so concerned about my runny nose that she picked up a berry looking thing and told me to eat it. Now, my normal good sense was reminding me of what my momma told me as a girl, &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr8iCHnbI/AAAAAAAACMc/VqdK5dvJgak/s1600-h/SDC11575.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403171603121413554" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr8iCHnbI/AAAAAAAACMc/VqdK5dvJgak/s200/SDC11575.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"Do not eat things off the bushes outside; they'll kill you!", but my new sense of wanting to blend with a new cultural was telling me to just eat it. Well, I'm not dead, but I do think my momma was right! Not all berries should be eaten! It was awful, and I had a down right terrible time getting the thing chewed and swallowed. I'll spare you the details on that end, but as I was spending time with the Lord this morning, I was hit with power of what it means to feast on the word and be nourished by the Father. I know all of my facebook friends are complaining about people skipping straight from Halloween to Christmas, but I would like to ask you to think about the manger. I have always known that it symbolized God's humility, but I have never thought of Christ being placed in a feed trough as representation of Him being our nourishment. Ann Spangler in her book &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr8325EFI/AAAAAAAACMk/QamJpRYBOXw/s1600-h/SDC11574.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403171608979902546" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr8325EFI/AAAAAAAACMk/QamJpRYBOXw/s200/SDC11574.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying the Names of Jesus&lt;/em&gt; says, "As you meditate on God's Word, remember that meditation simply means to ponder or to chew on something." I had to ask myself the question, "What am I chewing on?" If Christ is the only thing that can heal and sustain me, provide for my needs, be the words of truth I need to speak, etc. etc....then what do I have in my mouth!? What I am putting into my mouth to chew will for sure be evident in what I do and say. How often do I pop in a berry that should not be eaten? How often do I keep things mulling around in my mouth because "my good sense" - Holy Spirit - is telling me that what I have put in is not meant to be swallowed!? As we approach our "day of Thanksgiving", our family is taking time daily to &lt;em&gt;CHEW&lt;/em&gt; over the many things for which we have to be grateful. I am now challenging myself to wake up each morning and pop in a new mouthful of HIS Word. I have a daily practice of reading the Word, but I need to pinch off at least a small bite to chew on for the day so that as I speak what is in my mouth is not just my own flesh. &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr9LQj4WI/AAAAAAAACMs/DGu4lj7Gw8k/s1600-h/SDC11573.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403171614187839842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr9LQj4WI/AAAAAAAACMs/DGu4lj7Gw8k/s200/SDC11573.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Small Bites, AT &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PS: The pictures are of the type of pumpkin we can get here.  A whole one is quite large.  It is green on the outside and reminds me of a "Cinderlla" pumpkin.  I bought a bag of cut pieces at the bazaar.  I think I am going to try to make "sweet potato casserole" with it since we can not get yams here.  &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/4644872095079124912-1007948356087898640?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/1007948356087898640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=1007948356087898640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1007948356087898640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/1007948356087898640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/chew-on-this.html' title='Chew on this...'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Svvr9Vv-5YI/AAAAAAAACM0/XjfsjEHsJZI/s72-c/SDC11572.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-755041495585839865</id><published>2009-11-01T08:02:00.013-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T11:46:23.288-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sewing Seeds of Love by Way of Candy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9y9sGQI/AAAAAAAACME/k99nubIDaEQ/s1600-h/SDC11556.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399136417172166914" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9y9sGQI/AAAAAAAACME/k99nubIDaEQ/s200/SDC11556.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last year, I wrote a post titled - &lt;em&gt;The Reason We Participate&lt;/em&gt;. You can &lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2008/10/reason-we-participate.html"&gt;c&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#810081;"&gt;lick here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt; if you would like to read some of our thoughts on Halloween in American culture. This year we had assumed that since Halloween is not celebrated in our new culture, we would likely no longer participate as a family since the main reason we did in the States was to be light and love to our neighbors. However, during the Seker Byram (&lt;a href="http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/09/seker-bayrami.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt; to read more), our new local friends told us that they give candy like we give candy "when we celebrate witches". As you can imagine, Matt and I were horrified that they thought that Christians participated in any type of witch craft, but we did not have enough &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9cjhBwI/AAAAAAAACLs/x1iWuiPKBG8/s1600-h/SDC11547.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399136411156809474" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9cjhBwI/AAAAAAAACLs/x1iWuiPKBG8/s200/SDC11547.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;language to really explain ourselves or go into a lot of details on what we believe. Over the course of the last month, God really convicted us about using Halloween (&lt;a href="http://firstthings.com/blogs/evangel/2009/10/halloween-schmalloween/"&gt;Hallow's Eve - night before All Saints Day&lt;/a&gt; click to read great history on the TRUE beginning) as our first opportunity to "share" with our friends. After looking at a fall magazine that was sent to us by family (thank you Lisa Jump!), God gave me the wonderful idea of making "owl cookies". Giving food in this culture is a BIG deal. We don't have oreos, m&amp;amp;ms or moon pies here, but I could find substitutes...and since my mother sent the candy corn &amp;amp; icing, I had all the ingredients for a super sweet treat! We kept 2 extra American children this weekend, so the kids had a great time making the special cookies (mostly eating the fixings!) and an owl craft. The theme all weekend was "Not to worry, God takes care of the birds - HE will take care of you". This was a fitting theme for bird cookies, for &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V80jGPDI/AAAAAAAACLk/CEoJx5eWpHE/s1600-h/SDC11545.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399136400417635378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V80jGPDI/AAAAAAAACLk/CEoJx5eWpHE/s200/SDC11545.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;children missing mom &amp;amp; dad, and a good platform conversation for our new local friends. We were able to explain that we do not give out candy to ward off evil; to worship the dead; or practice magic. We give to show our friends and family how much we love them and how we trust God to protect and care for us. We also take time on this day to remember those that gave their lives for Christ. PTL - our treats and words were well received. We are so thankful for all that God is doing in and around us. We feel truly blessed that God has us right where we are. We hope that you were able to find ways to share God's truth and light to those around you this weekend. It will still be a matter of prayer and discernment for us, but I believe we will now try to be even more purposeful about looking for &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9ZMi-RI/AAAAAAAACL0/LaH47dzCNtg/s1600-h/SDC11552.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399136410255161618" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9ZMi-RI/AAAAAAAACL0/LaH47dzCNtg/s200/SDC11552.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ways to share truth to those around us during this time. I also know that we are even more convicted about teaching our children about our Christian heritage and what we should be remembering this time of the year. We have been challenged to not only set aside a time each year to give thanks, celebrate Christ's birth, and rejoice in the ressurection, but to remember those that gave their lives for the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope Your Time Was A Hoot! AT &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9idBUmI/AAAAAAAACL8/8M5l_GwMrYA/s1600-h/SDC11553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399136412740178530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9idBUmI/AAAAAAAACL8/8M5l_GwMrYA/s200/SDC11553.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2WjZt5qEI/AAAAAAAACMM/N-wLq1FCHkI/s1600-h/SDC11557.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399137063230089282" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2WjZt5qEI/AAAAAAAACMM/N-wLq1FCHkI/s200/SDC11557.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2Wjmtv0CI/AAAAAAAACMU/TrIDCNuYltA/s1600-h/SDC11555.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399137066719105058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2Wjmtv0CI/AAAAAAAACMU/TrIDCNuYltA/s200/SDC11555.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-755041495585839865?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/755041495585839865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=755041495585839865' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/755041495585839865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/755041495585839865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/11/sewing-seeds-of-love-by-way-of-candy.html' title='Sewing Seeds of Love by Way of Candy!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Su2V9y9sGQI/AAAAAAAACME/k99nubIDaEQ/s72-c/SDC11556.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-701009567441301323</id><published>2009-10-29T14:53:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T15:27:55.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>William Turns 8!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vlEpXUI/AAAAAAAACLU/qBUHCmghQ3c/s1600-h/SDC11536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114726622879042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vlEpXUI/AAAAAAAACLU/qBUHCmghQ3c/s200/SDC11536.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yes, the Buster is 8! Wow!! Despite being a little "homesick" at first and not looking forward to his birthday, William ended up having a great time of celebrating. Over the weekend, we had 3 boys come over for pizza/ice cream/games/movies, etc.  They had a wonderful time.  I am going to start calling them all "Garbage Collectors"....the 4 love to invent things.  During the course of the evening many things once considered trash became amazing treasures!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;William was THRILLED to discover on his birthday morning that he had packages from both sets of his grandparents and his great-grandparents.   I had to throw in the picture of William's response to Grace buying him a present with the money that she had been saving.  (I love those two cuties!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matt made "Nate the Great" pancakes for breakfast; we ventured out to Burger King (and the spice bazaar!) for lunch; and we had a local family over for "pasta" i.e. cake in the evening.  The bakery gave us sparklers to put on top of the cake....this made William a little nervous as you can imagine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He ended his day with several calls to the states (PTL that the line was working!).  He was able to talk to his dear friend, Hannah which brought tears to his eyes (and mine!) and was a great way to end the day.  Our God is good!  Rejoicing in sweet blessings for the day and still rejoicing in the miracle of a precious boy.  AT     &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vJcoz_I/AAAAAAAACLE/hpaF-l6X85w/s1600-h/SDC11522.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114719207313394" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vJcoz_I/AAAAAAAACLE/hpaF-l6X85w/s200/SDC11522.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0uoSWJLI/AAAAAAAACK0/TH7i1e_ZQPI/s1600-h/SDC11516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114710305776818" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0uoSWJLI/AAAAAAAACK0/TH7i1e_ZQPI/s200/SDC11516.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0u-_DWOI/AAAAAAAACK8/QLB7sCJud8E/s1600-h/SDC11521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114716398868706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0u-_DWOI/AAAAAAAACK8/QLB7sCJud8E/s200/SDC11521.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun1OBt4lUI/AAAAAAAACLc/_VoXfP-EmFs/s1600-h/SDC11537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398115249708111170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun1OBt4lUI/AAAAAAAACLc/_VoXfP-EmFs/s200/SDC11537.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vVaX-uI/AAAAAAAACLM/hi6qccBdhNQ/s1600-h/SDC11523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398114722419047138" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vVaX-uI/AAAAAAAACLM/hi6qccBdhNQ/s200/SDC11523.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4644872095079124912-701009567441301323?l=travisteam.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/feeds/701009567441301323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4644872095079124912&amp;postID=701009567441301323' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/701009567441301323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4644872095079124912/posts/default/701009567441301323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://travisteam.blogspot.com/2009/10/william-turns-8.html' title='William Turns 8!'/><author><name>The Travis Team</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03270196967823349679</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/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sun0vlEpXUI/AAAAAAAACLU/qBUHCmghQ3c/s72-c/SDC11536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4644872095079124912.post-1189788093145699662</id><published>2009-10-29T14:11:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T14:50:29.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kids' New School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SunpqjFSM9I/AAAAAAAACJ8/_gB8OrOOnww/s1600-h/SDC11465.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398102545561433042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SunpqjFSM9I/AAAAAAAACJ8/_gB8OrOOnww/s200/SDC11465.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It is hard to believe that the kids have been attending a local school for almost 4 weeks. They have missed a few days due to illness, William's birthday and now a national holiday, but it sure seems like the time is rolling by. &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SunqnG-IbYI/AAAAAAAACKs/n5FFZDOh1Mc/s1600-h/SDC11476.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103585987259778" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/SunqnG-IbYI/AAAAAAAACKs/n5FFZDOh1Mc/s200/SDC11476.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you do not receive our prayer emails, let me catch&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sunqmw3F8nI/AAAAAAAACKk/L3m9au6lAog/s1600-h/SDC11485.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103580052157042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sunqmw3F8nI/AAAAAAAACKk/L3m9au6lAog/s200/SDC11485.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; you up on our language &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sunqmi6DSQI/AAAAAAAACKc/43Y4v8yKvMo/s1600-h/SDC11482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103576306469122" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fSIjG1pRqZw/Sunqmi6DSQI/AAAAAAAACKc/43Y4v8yKvMo/s200/SDC11482.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;learning progress. The kids were with us for most of phase 1 of our language program. (&lt;a 
