<?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-5894981797046582273</id><updated>2011-11-26T09:59:49.531-08:00</updated><category term='Kary'/><category term='halloween'/><category term='daddy'/><category term='Brother'/><category term='nehemiah'/><category term='ethiopia'/><category term='papa'/><category term='snow'/><category term='anniversary'/><category term='outdoor school'/><category term='Nehemiah&apos;s birthday'/><category term='kids'/><title type='text'>SELAH</title><subtitle type='html'>Selah is used in the Psalms for rest, but it is also the signal to stop &amp;amp; measure the meaning of something important.We desire for our lives to glorify God and so we do find our rest in Him and also carefully &amp;quot;measure&amp;quot; His words and will for our lives. This is to document our journey to our new son from Ethiopia. This will keep records for our family, and we hope encourage others too. We are looking forward to what else God has in store for the future.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>126</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-427337185055364739</id><published>2010-07-28T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T21:27:25.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Home for My Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.selahatlast.wordpress.com"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From now on I will be posting from www.selahatlast.wordpress.com as Blogspot is not available to me while in Ethiopia. Thank you for being willing to follow along with us on this journey. With much love-- Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-427337185055364739?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/427337185055364739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=427337185055364739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/427337185055364739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/427337185055364739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2010/07/new-home-for-my-blog.html' title='New Home for My Blog'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4652540164045883620</id><published>2010-07-04T12:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T12:26:51.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering Kary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TDDgUm-TBqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/87xPOqu-A7s/s1600/Kary+001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TDDgUm-TBqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/87xPOqu-A7s/s400/Kary+001.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5490134590428481186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4652540164045883620?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4652540164045883620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4652540164045883620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4652540164045883620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4652540164045883620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2010/07/remembering-kary.html' title='Remembering Kary'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TDDgUm-TBqI/AAAAAAAAAdY/87xPOqu-A7s/s72-c/Kary+001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6533627041739235218</id><published>2010-07-03T01:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T01:18:46.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ushering my brother into heaven today--</title><content type='html'>Here is the blog entry I posted on my brother's blog today at www.inkaryscourt.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surrounded by those who loved him, Kary was finally able to be freed of his suffering at 10:25 this morning. We were able to sit with him through the night and think through our precious memories of him as we watched him move to such a peaceful state. There were many times in the night he was even smiling. Kary knew what was happening and he let us know he was headed to a glorious place with no more pain. As Kary took his last earthly breath, he truly smiled. That is the last picture I have of my brother. What a treasure he has left us with! Kary's faith has continued to amaze me. He was ready to fight if God allowed him, yet so willing to accept leaving this earthly home. I could almost hear the, " Well done by good and faithful son, well done..." as he was drifting. It was a moment of extreme sorrow and yet joy knowing Kary will never have to feel the pain here again. It is sorrow because he leaves a big, actually huge, hole in our lives. He loved so purely and so innocently. It is fun to comfort my heart and think of him meeting up with our daddy. WOW-- I wish I could share my picture with you! I pray that Kary's life has impacted you in some way and most importantly I believe Kary would want you to know that with Jesus there is so much hope. I will miss you beyond what words can express my dear brother. I am not wanting to sign off as this will most likely be the last post I will write on your behalf. You nodded last night in agreement when I said it will not be long and we will be spending eternity together and you will be my brother forever. So for this short time, I will not see you, but I long for the day when we will be reunited. I love you forever and as Jan would say I love you MORE!. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i4.ytimg.com/vi/OT2v0NodZRs/hqdefault.jpg)"  width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OT2v0NodZRs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OT2v0NodZRs&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1" width="425" height="344" allowScriptAccess="never" allowFullScreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6533627041739235218?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6533627041739235218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6533627041739235218' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6533627041739235218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6533627041739235218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2010/07/hillsong-you-hold-me-now.html' title='Ushering my brother into heaven today--'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-774601739284506131</id><published>2010-06-15T13:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T13:40:08.817-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Boy-- Growing Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TBfg4Bi_JgI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aLbUOoGlSFs/s1600/2010-+uploaded+in+june+618.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TBfg4Bi_JgI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aLbUOoGlSFs/s400/2010-+uploaded+in+june+618.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483098324439344642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not sure when this actually happened, but I am noticing my son turning into a young man. Tonight he graduates from the 8th grade and in many ways I am so excited for him and then in other ways I am mourning time. I have LOVED being his mama and wish I could add on another 14 years to him being home with us. He has made it easy and challenged me at the same time, but not in the way most parents are challenged. He challenges me because of his great faith and steady walk. He seems unmoved by the hard times of growing up and when he is up against a struggle I have seen him make hard choices and follow through on what he knows is best. I find more and more when he asks me for advice on what he should do or say about a situation I try to deflect it back to him with ," ...what do you think buddy?" He has wisdom beyond many 14 year olds and I want him to know he can trust what he knows or thinks as he is making decisions that are from his character and relationship with God. Sure there are times I still manage to get my 2 cents in, but I see him developing into this solid teen. My prayers for him are that he would continue to be challenged , but to grow deeper in his faith. So although I mourn time, I also look with great expectation to the future as I know this son of mine has been set on a path with a purpose. Here is a little devotional he wrote and shared with the 8th grade graduation breakfast today. He was told yesterday that the teachers had meant to ask him two weeks ago to share, but somehow that never got to him, so he wrote this up last night. He wears a blue wrist band that reads, "HAGIOS"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hagios. Hagios is a term that means to be made sacred by God, holy. It is also now used in the word Saint. For we are all saints.  The point I want to hit on this morning is us being set apart, being that sacred holy person God made you to be. For we are strangers and aliens of this world.  The world isn’t even our home so there is no reason for us to act like it is. For we are put on Earth not to be in fellowship with the world but in fellowship with God. For we should be rebels to this world and its ways. Teenagers are probably the most underestimated people there are. Everyone thinks all teenagers  party and are the definition of the world’s ways this is called the myth of adolescence . For God our creator put us on this world for a reason to show the world how Christians are different and declare his love to the world. Life is short but heaven will last forever. There is no reason for us Christian teens to fall. The devil throws everything he can at us TV, computer, music, magazines etc. If one falls, we must unite together to help that person get out of his or her struggles. One way for us to avoid struggles is by listening to our God -given conscience which we receive by reading His word. An ancient Navajo Indian tradition says your conscience is a triangle that turns and  pricks the flesh of your heart when you do something wrong. But if you keep ignoring that triangle the corners slowly get rounder until it’s a circle and you don’t feel anything at all. So pretty much we need to build that strong foundation in our faith.  As I have watched my Uncle fighting for his life I’ve seen his faith sky rocket to heights I have never seen before in a person. Right now I don’t see him worrying about the world and what’s on here, but he is looking toward God. He tells us he feels God’s presence wherever he goes and does. I will like to leave you with this verse: 2 Corinthians 6:17 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17&lt;br /&gt;"Therefore come out from them &lt;br /&gt;and be separate, says the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;Touch no unclean thing, &lt;br /&gt;and I will receive you."&lt;br /&gt;So lets lead be that Revolution against the world!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-774601739284506131?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/774601739284506131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=774601739284506131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/774601739284506131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/774601739284506131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-baby-boy-growing-up.html' title='My Baby Boy-- Growing Up'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TBfg4Bi_JgI/AAAAAAAAAdQ/aLbUOoGlSFs/s72-c/2010-+uploaded+in+june+618.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6123300631276284157</id><published>2010-05-28T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T19:48:54.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Flying Bugs--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TACAi3TO_eI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FR3kj0NbFQ8/s1600/Summer+2009+372.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TACAi3TO_eI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FR3kj0NbFQ8/s400/Summer+2009+372.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5476518483331055074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning away from thinking about bugs and dirty water in Ethiopia has helped to keep my fears of the unknown at bay. However, yesterday we received a 24 page letter about things we "Need" to know about moving to Addis this summer. One of the larger sections detailed shots we need and the growing problem of malaria. Not just regular malaria, but drug -resistant malaria...It used to be that malaria was not a problem in Addis because the elevation was just too high for mosquitos, but now those buggers are coming higher and higher. Then we also received a special email explaining how malaria is becoming resistant to the  regular meds given BUT that the newer ones are causing so many health problems. Recently a family had sold all they owned and went overseas with Wycliffe and within two weeks they had to return to the states since the wife had significant mental health complications due to the malaria meds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also have to get yellow fever and RABIES shots very soon. We were told to get these at different times as they will make Aser and I pretty sick and we will need to tag team caring for our family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my last bout with getting sick,  from not receiving a shot I thought I had,  I take this pretty seriously. VERY SERIOUSLY!  If I am honest it pretty much scares me at times. I know how fragile our bodies are, but I have also experienced God's amazing healing. So we move on in preparing and I will have my moments of uneasiness with this and thinking of my children's bodies, but hopefully can keep things in focus. I have a prefield coordinator always telling me to count the cost. Today she emailed me to encourage me and reminded me that we can do only so much to prevent things in our lives and then we must leave the rest to the one who is really in control. So I am trying to count the cost, but move on looking forward to our future. We will be on a plane in TWO months exactly from today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of Kary from this past year during his time of remission from the beast. He is fighting hard and is contagious with his optimism and faith. He is one strong man! I did not realize my brother was made of such steel. If you think of it we appreciate your prayers for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6123300631276284157?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6123300631276284157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6123300631276284157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6123300631276284157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6123300631276284157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2010/05/little-flying-bugs.html' title='Little Flying Bugs--'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/TACAi3TO_eI/AAAAAAAAAdI/FR3kj0NbFQ8/s72-c/Summer+2009+372.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-9035040029151410134</id><published>2009-12-15T20:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-15T23:00:57.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rounding out the rough edges</title><content type='html'>I have not posted in a long time. I have been busy with teaching this year and truthfully it is hard to know how much to bear on a public blog and knowing I can never really take my words back. So often I have a thought or something I want to write about, but then decide it is best kept to myself. So many changes on the horizon and yet so much happening now. It is a challenge to know how to keep life going here and yet start planning to move to another country in maybe about 8 months. I am grateful for the here and now. I have seen God put this together in such a fashion that I would be a fool to not see that this is where we are to be today. I hope God knows I am thankful even with my less than smooth heart. I still have So much to learn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In three short months Malachi will have been home for 2 years. In so many ways it seems like it has gone too quickly and then some days it feels like I wish I could speed up time for him. He is still screaming when frustrated and I wish I could just help him talk and share his feelings--I want to rush this for him. At home it is so much more comfortable and fun. He loves routine and sleeping. He loves to laugh and dance and play and play. He brings such joy to our home and can not imagine our lives without him. Yet there are those nights when defeat and weariness truimph. There is a certain lump that creeps up my throat as I wonder will it ever all be ok. We had a school event and it was so hard for him tonight. He yells and fights when he is in public places. His sense to save himself and fight to survive is still so very alive. He does not always feel and believe that we are there for him and will meet his needs and take care of him. He becomes someone we hardly know and all of us struggle to make him happy and quiet to avoid looks filled with questions of why??? I fear someone asking me what have I done to him or why is this not better yet. I am sure it is all in my imagination, but the parent guilt is real. He always lets me hug and kiss him-- he LOVES being close now. That is a huge gain that took over 1 1/2 years. He listens and follows directions at home and sometimes wish I could make our whole life at home. But with four other angels there are many events to attend so Malachi must press on to learn how to trust us and not let his senses become so overwhelmed. This may just be who he is and not even adoption related, but it helps me understand when I put it into that frame that he just needs more time. So I am off to run and walk with my star.Aser does everything in his power to shield me from the sadness I feel when we are out with our little one and I even see my older kids try to help soften the edges. My mom is a true hero and is so willing to watch Malachi to help him avoid being put into situations that are uncomfortable.  I wish the lump would go away, but am sure with time,just as for Malachi, this will also become less noticable. Thankful for life today despite times of me being tattered and learning to be a better mama for my little Angel.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-9035040029151410134?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/9035040029151410134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=9035040029151410134' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/9035040029151410134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/9035040029151410134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/12/rounding-out-rough-edges.html' title='Rounding out the rough edges'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7155811981062796919</id><published>2009-09-14T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T23:22:05.141-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Baby to Toddler to....Little Boy  xo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sq8yCIusZqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/we3vA_ew2WU/s1600-h/malachi+9-09+church+picnic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sq8yCIusZqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/we3vA_ew2WU/s400/malachi+9-09+church+picnic.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5381575092015490722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7155811981062796919?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7155811981062796919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7155811981062796919' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7155811981062796919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7155811981062796919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-my-2-12-year-old-sweet-boy.html' title='From Baby to Toddler to....Little Boy  xo'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sq8yCIusZqI/AAAAAAAAAc8/we3vA_ew2WU/s72-c/malachi+9-09+church+picnic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8470750227400433415</id><published>2009-09-10T13:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T13:44:26.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoe 'Tude</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqliRjuZkbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BAb0DRxPajo/s1600-h/DSC02287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqliRjuZkbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BAb0DRxPajo/s400/DSC02287.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379939283657920946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqliQ6cabdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TG2POBGMMzk/s1600-h/DSC02288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqliQ6cabdI/AAAAAAAAAcs/TG2POBGMMzk/s400/DSC02288.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379939272576626130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell who the serious big brother is??? The girls have no idea how lucky they are to have him to keep things in order for them. I am always amazed at the back to school shoe hunt. It reveals so much about your child and I think is a valuable peek inside their mind. Anna chose her shoes because of the Ethiopian flag colors-- These are totally her personality. Nehemiah chose the latest basketball shoe that I could afford to buy. Rebekah and Lydia chose my favorite shoe -- CONVERSE! I wear mine whenever I can get away with it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The big news for us is that we are now pushing moving to Ethiopia to July. This will give us time to get our support in order. It is going great and in just about 3 months we are 70% supported for two years. We think this is a miracle given the state of the economy. Wycliffe is then wanting to see our funding coming in solid for about 3-4 months before they send us out, so we think this puts us at about July. We were on the phone with the school and were going over many different scenarios and this one just gave us the most peace and made sense in light of the kids and school. We are very excited now to charge forward with this plan. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the blue a few weeks ago Beaverton schools called and asked if I wanted to come for an interview. They had laid - off over 50 Special Ed teachers this past spring so I never would have dreamed they would have any openings at all. When they called I thought I was in trouble since our kids were not enrolled in a school yet... I did not even have a complete file with my application and had not applied.  After much prayer and stress I decided to go to the interview and just see what God was up to. I still can't believe they offered me the job and honored all of my previous years of teaching. So for this year we will have awesome insurance and really get things ready to leave with many dental and vision appts. God COMPLETELY worked this out and I could not have even if I had tried. It is part-time and not even a mile from where my kids go to school. So I still get to drop them off and be there for pick up. I am still in wonderment how this worked out. We also were not planning on having the kids return to the school we have been at for 9 years as we thought we would be in Ethiopia... but the day I was offered the job we found out that there was only one spot left in two of the their classes and room for two more. With a humble heart we are so grateful for the way the board and principal have made it possible for our kids to be there this year. BEYOND GRATEFUL ----&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have such peace in my heart even though our plans have been rearranged a bit. After seeing God just lay-out things so perfectly this fall how could I or dare I question where I am supposed to be ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your continued prayer and encouragement with us through this process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8470750227400433415?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8470750227400433415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8470750227400433415' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8470750227400433415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8470750227400433415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/09/shoe-tude.html' title='Shoe &apos;Tude'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqliRjuZkbI/AAAAAAAAAc0/BAb0DRxPajo/s72-c/DSC02287.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1828942803195863892</id><published>2009-09-09T20:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T20:26:07.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time is so sweet! My babies are growing up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqhxxaaazYI/AAAAAAAAAck/dwGxv_lisH0/s1600-h/first+day+of+school+grades+8,6,5,3.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqhxxaaazYI/AAAAAAAAAck/dwGxv_lisH0/s400/first+day+of+school+grades+8,6,5,3.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379674848611716482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Day of School! We have kids in the following grades: 8,6,5,and 3rd. They are all off to a wonderful start. I have more updates to post soon as our PLANS are coming together and I have total peace---&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1828942803195863892?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1828942803195863892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1828942803195863892' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1828942803195863892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1828942803195863892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/09/time-is-so-sweet-my-babies-are-growing.html' title='Time is so sweet! My babies are growing up...'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SqhxxaaazYI/AAAAAAAAAck/dwGxv_lisH0/s72-c/first+day+of+school+grades+8,6,5,3.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1205322624150334990</id><published>2009-08-16T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-16T21:37:58.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 Years Ago --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SojdOU7aDeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fD6_wgYD5s0/s1600-h/15th+anniversary.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SojdOU7aDeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fD6_wgYD5s0/s400/15th+anniversary.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370785793845104098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking back to 15 years ago I don't think I realized the enormous decision I was making. I think I thought I knew it all, but in reality marriage is so much more than I thought. It has to be the deepest, most meaningful relationship I have ever been in. It is not that things are always bliss and roses, but the determination to make it better and to be there for our kids have kept us focused on each other and God. I can't believe how much grace Aser has in his life for me. I can be a handful:) , but he is ALWAYS loving and kind. Even when I don't deserve his sweetness he is there. I would marry him all over again. I hope I can even begin to thank him for just how wonderful he has been to me and our babes. I am grateful to God for allowing me to marry Aser. There were voices that would say we would never make it. THere were people who wanted to tell me stats on biracial marriages, but for some reason I knew we could be different. I am amazed at how quickly these years have gone and wish I could slow down time. My heart beats for this man. I hope we can both still be alive to celebrate 50. My mom watched the kids so we could head to the coast for a night... fantastic!!! We saw about 100 pirates in Depoe Bay (it was a special game the town puts on) and even saw a whale. The walks and talks on the beach are the true treasures I hope I never forget.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1205322624150334990?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1205322624150334990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1205322624150334990' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1205322624150334990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1205322624150334990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/08/15-years-ago.html' title='15 Years Ago --'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SojdOU7aDeI/AAAAAAAAAcc/fD6_wgYD5s0/s72-c/15th+anniversary.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8697271884298584324</id><published>2009-07-19T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T17:11:42.029-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bingham Academy-- This is Where I will Teach and We Will Live</title><content type='html'>This is a promotional video done about two years ago I think. Murray Overton is the man we met with when we were in Addis. I love the part that shows life right outside of the gates. Also, you can really hear the hearts of the teachers by watching this. We will live on this campus in an apartment. Right now in Addis they are only allowing power every other day. I know this will be an adjustment as I think about cooking, teaching, and hairdryers:) It is so exciting and we are still praying we can make it there this fall. |&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1VKlUPqgV6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1VKlUPqgV6E&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8697271884298584324?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8697271884298584324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8697271884298584324' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8697271884298584324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8697271884298584324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/07/bingham-academy-this-is-where-i-will.html' title='Bingham Academy-- This is Where I will Teach and We Will Live'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2782111093600557122</id><published>2009-06-22T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T08:41:58.364-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ethiopia'/><title type='text'>We have an opportunity to move to Ethiopia-- The video explains it all:)</title><content type='html'>We have an opportunity to move to Ethiopia this fall. The video explains the details and hope you can watch this. If you would like more information please email us or leave a comment. We are needing prayer partners to pray that we can raise support to make this happen. Thank you for taking the time to listen. We will be posting updates as they happen. We can not do this alone and know God can make it happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http:/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-2397badf05016f47" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1314008537873216013</id><published>2009-06-22T16:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-22T16:50:22.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JTFhNYsDQg4"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1314008537873216013?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1314008537873216013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1314008537873216013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC1qqOeE3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/51lQU-2Ft4s/s1600-h/barney+5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC1qqOeE3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/51lQU-2Ft4s/s400/barney+5.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341468902555521906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC1qGTE3aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XGFypEjdatM/s1600-h/barney+4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC1qGTE3aI/AAAAAAAAAb8/XGFypEjdatM/s400/barney+4.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341468892911164834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC0oavqxBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/My8X4KMQ1qQ/s1600-h/barney+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC0oavqxBI/AAAAAAAAAbs/My8X4KMQ1qQ/s400/barney+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341467764528432146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC0oszJ48I/AAAAAAAAAb0/KopQC4E86fw/s1600-h/barney+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC0oszJ48I/AAAAAAAAAb0/KopQC4E86fw/s400/barney+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341467769374892994" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiCvE4E3GDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qbrabxjyJnA/s1600-h/malachi+and+barney+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiCvE4E3GDI/AAAAAAAAAbE/qbrabxjyJnA/s400/malachi+and+barney+1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341461656368519218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi could not stop screaming with JOY today when he saw Barney! When he came home last year often a Barney video was the only thing that would stop his crying. I KNOW many of you are probably disgusted that we would let him find comfort from a purple dino and his yellow counter-part, but those were some tired days and he had an exhausted mama who did not know what to do to make him happy. Often those videos were the only time in a day when he seemed content or could be calm. I am not sure if it is the music or seeing talking animals, but it worked. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today our neighborhood Pump It Up had Barney night, please don't hate me, but we took Malachi. When he saw Barney he could not believe it. I am surprised Barney did not file a restraining order against Malachi as he could not leave his hands off of him. He hugged and hugged him and then would pull his tail to get his attention again. He was so happy. Only two of my big kids would come as the others did not want anything to do with the purple guy:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a strange thing how when you are in a public place with other parents there can be a weird silence. I am not sure if it people trying to decide how these kids with different shades are mine or how at my age do I have a little one??? Sometimes I can be so strong to just ignore, but then at times I can't keep my skin so thick and I wonder why??? And probably in all truth it had absolutely nothing to do with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah took all of these herself with her own camera. Thank you BoBo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1946019134043390662?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1946019134043390662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1946019134043390662' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1946019134043390662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1946019134043390662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/05/cant-get-enough.html' title='Can&apos;t Get Enough'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SiC1qqOeE3I/AAAAAAAAAcE/51lQU-2Ft4s/s72-c/barney+5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-168866863445734530</id><published>2009-05-25T00:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-25T00:47:38.218-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Look at Malachi hanging out with me!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ShpLV7McJ2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xJa-YesC7x4/s1600-h/malachi+and+nehemiah+sharing+MP3+player+may+09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ShpLV7McJ2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xJa-YesC7x4/s400/malachi+and+nehemiah+sharing+MP3+player+may+09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339663148240349026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nehemiah LOVES LOVES his little brother. He has never complained about Malachi waking up so early and throwing blankets and books to wake him up. He never complains about not being able to go in his room during nap. He doesn't complain that there are toys and baby things all over their room. He is a super big bro! He was so happy that Malachi wanted to listen to music with him while we were waiting to leave today. Don't worry he had it pretty low for those baby ears:) They have a special bond that is gaining somedeep roots. Malachi knows he can trust Nehemiah all of the time and feels secure when he is with him. Nehemiah worries that when he goes to college it will be hard to stay close since Malachi is 11 years younger. I think they are building a great foundation that will be in place forever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-168866863445734530?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/168866863445734530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=168866863445734530' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/168866863445734530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/168866863445734530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/05/look-at-malachi-hanging-out-with-me.html' title='&quot;Look at Malachi hanging out with me!&quot;'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ShpLV7McJ2I/AAAAAAAAAa8/xJa-YesC7x4/s72-c/malachi+and+nehemiah+sharing+MP3+player+may+09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6459699188860863616</id><published>2009-05-06T23:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T23:38:40.812-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Ahead and Make My Day</title><content type='html'>I don't think our kids have any idea of the impact they can have on our hearts. The other night my 8 year old daughter was gettting in her bed and sat up and said in the sweetest voice, " I can hardly wait for Mother's day... because of you mommy!" This was followed with a big hug!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason this has gotten me through much of this week. Aser is working nights right now and our schedule is off and it makes me a bit off. Whenever there is a change Malachi really struggles. I did not think this would have any impact on him but... it has. I am so anxious for him to be able to talk and share what he is thinking and feeling. He is such a fun toddler, but he LOVES a boring life where it is very predictable. I hope one day he finds the humor that he has a very spontaneous mom:) I have tried and tried to make his life predictable, but it is not my natural style. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you my Rebekah-- You made my day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6459699188860863616?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6459699188860863616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6459699188860863616' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6459699188860863616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6459699188860863616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/05/go-ahead-and-make-my-day.html' title='Go Ahead and Make My Day'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5793188758328799756</id><published>2009-05-05T23:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:49:24.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you seen this yet?</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAB-zJPsJjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tAB-zJPsJjs&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-5793188758328799756?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5793188758328799756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5793188758328799756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5793188758328799756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5793188758328799756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/05/have-you-seen-this-yet.html' title='Have you seen this yet?'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1358346778820987731</id><published>2009-04-18T22:18:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:23:01.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OperationSmile-- Life Changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qwp5QUbaDEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Qwp5QUbaDEw&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our way back from Ethiopia one year ago we sat next to a man in this video that was escorting a girl to America to have a cleft problem corrected. He was an amazing Ethiopian man who helps these kids receive the life changing surgery they need. The girl he was bringing back had never been to Addis and was about the same age as this girl in the video. He said the parents just wept as they let her go, but they knew needed to get this done for her. WOW-- I don't think I saw her eat on the whole trip. Her surgery was more serious so they were needing to bring her to the USA and I am not sure she could eat in a way that was comfortable with so many new strange things. Tonight I saw a special on TV and each surgery is $240.00 -- cheap for something so life altering!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was impressed with this organization after talking with this man on the plane and then even more after seeing this special. VERY COOL!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1358346778820987731?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1358346778820987731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1358346778820987731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1358346778820987731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1358346778820987731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/04/operationsmile-life-changing.html' title='OperationSmile-- Life Changing'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-9101858481669105677</id><published>2009-04-18T22:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T22:15:33.434-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Qwp5QUbaDEw"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-9101858481669105677?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/9101858481669105677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=9101858481669105677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/9101858481669105677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/9101858481669105677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_18.html' title=''/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-897675588923613563</id><published>2009-04-15T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-15T21:50:24.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moments of Clarity</title><content type='html'>&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaHmiFaX_pk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qaHmiFaX_pk&amp;color1=0xb1b1b1&amp;color2=0xcfcfcf&amp;hl=en&amp;feature=player_embedded&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-897675588923613563?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/897675588923613563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=897675588923613563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/897675588923613563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/897675588923613563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post_15.html' title='Moments of Clarity'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7737580165795180896</id><published>2009-04-13T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T13:54:50.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cozy-- feelin' it!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOmkg_B6QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AOhv1lgN31Y/s1600-h/rebekah+on+horse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOmkg_B6QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AOhv1lgN31Y/s400/rebekah+on+horse.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324282330741860610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOllTZxOkI/AAAAAAAAAao/6DCWo2n4dMw/s1600-h/malachi+on+lydia%27s+horse.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOllTZxOkI/AAAAAAAAAao/6DCWo2n4dMw/s400/malachi+on+lydia%27s+horse.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324281244764158530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOhhGLXSoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PaSRpxKHpUE/s1600-h/kids+on+easter.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOhhGLXSoI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/PaSRpxKHpUE/s400/kids+on+easter.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324276774448089730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOhhFKEuwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hQr4-YjcNIo/s1600-h/mac+easter+2009+027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOhhFKEuwI/AAAAAAAAAaI/hQr4-YjcNIo/s400/mac+easter+2009+027.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5324276774174243586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was so special yesterday! We have so much to be thankful for. My brother Kary hosted us at his house and his wife filled us with amazingly delicious food. I am still enjoying the thoughts of it today. Church was challenging and I so never want to live a life with no passion. Because of God in my life I have EVERY reason to be passion-filled!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another huge change has been Malachi. He is so different now and finally relaxing in our family. He lets me hold him-- well for 30 seconds. He could not stand being close and now will come up to me while I am cooking and want me to hold him. He will say, "cozy!" and put his head and down and pat my back. The screaming is becoming unusual now and often we can humor him out of those times. It is hard on him when we change the schedule or go somewhere with lots of new people with stimulation. I can't believe how he relaxes his muscles when I pick him up and he does not posture away from me very often either. I get choked up just thinking how frightened he was coming home with us. He is a fighter and was not going to let himself love with ease. He was ready to protect himself and shut the world out. He is not that little boy anymore. He has been through so much. I love how he calls out, "mama.." over and over and stops the second I pick him up. He brings so many smiles to us and I am thrilled to see him accepting us now. Wow-- I can't tell you how big this is. I think I have blocked much of my sadness over his rejection at times as so many dreams and hopes seemed like they would not be possible this past year. I didn't expect it to be perfect and was always willing to work on whatever was placed in our lives during this adoption. But I feel so blessed to see the rainbow through the clouds now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish you could hug him too--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-- the horse pictures are where Lydia is taking lessons. He loves to see those long-legged "dogs". It has been so cool because Lydia is now working to pay for her lessons. The owner of the farm says she started riding this way too and really wanted Lydia to keep riding. Lydia loves cleaning, hauling hay, manure, grooming and whatever else is asked of her. I almost think she enjoys this as much as the lessons. Being on the farm is what fills her soul and so it worth the time and driving to make this happen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7737580165795180896?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7737580165795180896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7737580165795180896' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7737580165795180896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7737580165795180896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/04/new-pictures-finally.html' title='Cozy-- feelin&apos; it!!!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SeOmkg_B6QI/AAAAAAAAAaw/AOhv1lgN31Y/s72-c/rebekah+on+horse.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3354493019696496680</id><published>2009-03-24T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-24T16:25:27.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Learn something new everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sclr06D_T5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9ZhImEOEP20/s1600-h/anna+and+bird+3-23-09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 317px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sclr06D_T5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9ZhImEOEP20/s400/anna+and+bird+3-23-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5316899391770939282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3354493019696496680?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3354493019696496680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3354493019696496680' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3354493019696496680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3354493019696496680'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/03/learn-something-new-everyday.html' title='Learn something new everyday'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sclr06D_T5I/AAAAAAAAAaA/9ZhImEOEP20/s72-c/anna+and+bird+3-23-09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-930805141402189111</id><published>2009-03-21T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:22:38.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Malachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScSVuJKz3qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xvkMWv4odXg/s1600-h/malachi+on+2nd+birthday+wearing+daddy%27s+shoes.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScSVuJKz3qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xvkMWv4odXg/s400/malachi+on+2nd+birthday+wearing+daddy%27s+shoes.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315538080171810466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is dreaming big-- check out his shoes! He loves wearing everyone else's shoes:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-930805141402189111?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/930805141402189111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=930805141402189111' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/930805141402189111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/930805141402189111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/03/happy-birthday-malachi.html' title='Happy Birthday Malachi'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScSVuJKz3qI/AAAAAAAAAZw/xvkMWv4odXg/s72-c/malachi+on+2nd+birthday+wearing+daddy%27s+shoes.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2857447627255788720</id><published>2009-03-20T00:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T00:24:19.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Years Old and a Walk Down My Memory Lane</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScNJAJeGTzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BwaOb-O0m-I/s1600-h/ethiopia+and+spring+of+2008+139.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScNJAJeGTzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BwaOb-O0m-I/s400/ethiopia+and+spring+of+2008+139.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315172252118306610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScNDzGyklUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pVwCj5Y-tsw/s1600-h/DSC00689.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScNDzGyklUI/AAAAAAAAAZg/pVwCj5Y-tsw/s400/DSC00689.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315166530502432066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am ashamed to admit but I have not developed one picture before today of our time getting Malachi. I have been unable to look at his adoption papers and when I have had to reference them I put them away as quickly as I can. I have not been able to understand why I have had to distant myself from the beginning of his life. I am proud of his mother and her obvious fight for him. I have such vivid memories of Ethiopia as it was two of the most wonderful weeks of my life. I have not been able to put my finger on why. I hear of moms coming back and making scrapbooks and videos and I would only download some and by no means all I had. I have had it the CDs in a pile for a year now. Until today... that all changed! We printed off of 11 CDs at Costco and am getting ready to at least put them in a album. It is still so hard for me to process all Malachi has been through and that in his short life we are his 4th and final stop. His name  when we picked him up was Gifiom. This means "victim" and was given by someone other than his mother. He had a tough tough start! I love this boy so deeply and I think I can't bear the pain of admitting this has to be his story. I am coming to terms and have had time to process much of it, but I ache for all he has to accept. He is such a STRONG and GENTLE young boy that I know he will have the courage to use it for good, but still he will have to face it. And I ache! Selfish as it may be this is how I have had to handle it for 12 months. I am so excited to have been Malachi's momma for longer than he was in the care center now. I love that he calls out for me now and cries when I walk away. I love this boy! I owe his momma all of the care and strength I can impart to him. I would want her to be proud. I giggle as I see him chow spicy food, knowing this love comes from her. I often wonder as I gaze in those brown eyes that have no end if they are from her. I know that she has had to sacrifice in the greatest of way and that is why we have this amazing son now. I ache over that! So tonight was a new beginning for me as we printed off those pictures. I am facing the future with my new two year old in tow thankful to be his momma. Happy 2nd Birthday My Precious Child Who Shines Like the Sun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2857447627255788720?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2857447627255788720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2857447627255788720' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2857447627255788720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2857447627255788720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/03/two-years-old-and-walk-down-my-memory.html' title='Two Years Old and a Walk Down My Memory Lane'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ScNJAJeGTzI/AAAAAAAAAZo/BwaOb-O0m-I/s72-c/ethiopia+and+spring+of+2008+139.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7816835894390730968</id><published>2009-03-09T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-10T00:01:40.944-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Rebekah Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpY0oegI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SaRKQwOabaE/s1600-h/rebekah+at+age+8+on+birthday+no+carseat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpY0oegI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SaRKQwOabaE/s400/rebekah+at+age+8+on+birthday+no+carseat.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311450014242339330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpI5TxiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KnV0xVFTVOA/s1600-h/rebekah+is+8+and+krispy+kreme.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpI5TxiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/KnV0xVFTVOA/s400/rebekah+is+8+and+krispy+kreme.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311450009966986786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpLSUu2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/cHCg158TK60/s1600-h/rebekah.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpLSUu2I/AAAAAAAAAZI/cHCg158TK60/s400/rebekah.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311450010608778082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She turned 8 today. I am really having a hard time with her growing so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year we celebrated her birthday in Ethiopia at the Hilton and the kids were able to go swimming. Then at dinner they did not have cake but brought out an entire pineapple with a candle for her. Hard to believe that was a year already. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebekah is now out of her carseat. Four down one to go! We also started out our morning with our traditional Krispy Kreme. Then Aser and I stole her away from school for lunch. Such special times one on one! She made her own ice cream cake with grandma this year. The pushed all of the dogs inside of the cake--- it was a hit:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have said this before and wish I had added Joy onto her name. She is such a smile in my day and she gives me constant hugs and laughs. She is growing up and I hope to celebrate many many more birthdays with her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Birthday Baby Girl!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps-- I went to the ENT today and will have a CT scan on Friday morning. So there really is no news, but did have a stern warning against chewing any gum as it is having wide spread damage. I had no idea! I will be so happy when this is over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7816835894390730968?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7816835894390730968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7816835894390730968' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7816835894390730968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7816835894390730968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-rebekah-joy.html' title='My Rebekah Joy'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbYPpY0oegI/AAAAAAAAAZY/SaRKQwOabaE/s72-c/rebekah+at+age+8+on+birthday+no+carseat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8765212067154627058</id><published>2009-03-06T23:34:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T23:42:07.857-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reconnecting after 22 years--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbIlGokKMiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W7ks0pMfEtg/s1600-h/high+school+get+together+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbIlGokKMiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W7ks0pMfEtg/s400/high+school+get+together+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310347706521760290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I met with two of my friends from high school after 22 years. It is so hard to believe that much time has flown. We picked up right where we left off though and talked for over 3 hours before I realized how late it was... We met  again through Facebook. This would be the upside of our high tech world:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8765212067154627058?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8765212067154627058/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8765212067154627058' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8765212067154627058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8765212067154627058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/03/reconnecting-after-22-years.html' title='Reconnecting after 22 years--'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SbIlGokKMiI/AAAAAAAAAZA/W7ks0pMfEtg/s72-c/high+school+get+together+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2018396398934554059</id><published>2009-03-05T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T00:18:59.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All in Stride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sa-IA-L8-FI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nnq64e4alaA/s1600-h/coffee+beans.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sa-IA-L8-FI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nnq64e4alaA/s400/coffee+beans.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309612035967613010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sa-IAj8azPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UsqnoACmNc8/s1600-h/rainbow.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sa-IAj8azPI/AAAAAAAAAYo/UsqnoACmNc8/s400/rainbow.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309612028923137266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to pace myself this week. Aser will be coming home on Saturday-- for good!!! We made a hard decision to have him come home as he has been working out of state for 5 months now and it is getting harder and not easier. We know this may look reckless to some, but there is the faith piece that has brought me to my knees asking God for a JOB here in Oregon. We just did not think we could do this any longer and the kids need their daddy home. This momma needs her man!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This rainbow was just what I needed today. It has been a heavy day and I pulled into my garage and happened to see this peek out of the dark clouds and I whispered, " Thank you God!" I have had a tooth that is causing much pain and so I went to the dentist on Monday to find out what was wrong. The dentist was very quiet after my films and then told me that I have a sinus infection, but there is a tumor like thing on my root and he has not seen anything like this before. I am a bit emotional as of late with the word TUMOR--ugh!!!! He sent my records to a specialist and then I got a call that I had to actually go and see him today. He told me my tooth pain is from a lovely tooth needing a root canal ( I could only hear dollar "chu-ching" sounds as we have no dental insurance). I wish this was all, but he said it was actually a tumor or polyp in my sinus cavity. I will now move on and see an ENT next week. I will be so happy to know what I am dealing with and am trying to stay away from google searches.. those can make you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow I will have more lovely dental pictures to post from a dental chair, but no worries you will not be able to hear the drill!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to see more rainbows in coming days-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The coffee beans are from a year ago actually. I brought them home with me from Ethiopia. I know that sounds so old, but I have savored the distinct smell and taste of this coffee this week as we are walking down memory lane from one year ago meeting our precious Malachi.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2018396398934554059?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2018396398934554059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2018396398934554059' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2018396398934554059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2018396398934554059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/03/all-in-stride.html' title='All in Stride'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/Sa-IA-L8-FI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nnq64e4alaA/s72-c/coffee+beans.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8804657340917693930</id><published>2009-02-22T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:45:40.231-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Savoring Each Minute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaMKvy-JGvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WCAubyT9pN8/s1600-h/aser+and+i+dallas+apple+pie.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaMKvy-JGvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WCAubyT9pN8/s400/aser+and+i+dallas+apple+pie.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306096602225122034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaMJbMAx2rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SqZjoob02qg/s1600-h/aser+in+dallas--+addison.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaMJbMAx2rI/AAAAAAAAAYY/SqZjoob02qg/s400/aser+in+dallas--+addison.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5306095148658186930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaJJrtg8JWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NlaBomi8mc/s1600-h/ASer+and+I+in+dallas+2-20-09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaJJrtg8JWI/AAAAAAAAAYI/-NlaBomi8mc/s400/ASer+and+I+in+dallas+2-20-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305884326296823138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaJJrhhkwWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f01ILx158Js/s1600-h/aser+and+I+dallas+car.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaJJrhhkwWI/AAAAAAAAAYA/f01ILx158Js/s400/aser+and+I+dallas+car.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305884323078259042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one last time I was able to see Aser in the south this weekend. We meet in Dallas to help make this time pass. He has been such a trooper and does not complain ever. He loves his job, but it has been hard to have it sooo far away. He has only been seeing the kids once a month so we are excited to be a family again. We will see him again in 13days. I admire Aser for how well he has handled being apart and doing this even though it is hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aser has gotten to know the men that work at the car rental place and they gave us a really fun car for a small car price. If you are ever looking for a travel deal try Priceline. We have gotten such amazing deals that include hotel and breakfast:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are able to do Dallas on a tight budget and still have a fun fun time. Saturday we walked around White Rock Lake. It is actually over 12 miles around but we made it for 9 miles. This was our longest walk/run together ever!!! We are trying to get ready for a 1/2 marathon together this spring. We stayed in Addison so Aser took this picture as the nickname for the capital of Ethiopia is Addis. We can dream! I love Dallas for the food! Wow-- can I eat while I am there... Here was a special dessert from Grand Lux. Simply delicious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so thankful to my mom, once again, for making this happen for us. She so lovingly takes over with the kids so I can go. I always come home to such happy kids. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited for you to be home baby-- I am on the countdown:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8804657340917693930?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8804657340917693930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8804657340917693930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8804657340917693930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8804657340917693930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/savoring-each-minute.html' title='Savoring Each Minute'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SaMKvy-JGvI/AAAAAAAAAYg/WCAubyT9pN8/s72-c/aser+and+i+dallas+apple+pie.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5340308307183361097</id><published>2009-02-20T00:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T00:53:28.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nehemiah&apos;s birthday'/><title type='text'>Growing Up! Happy 13th  Birthday  Nehemiah</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ubwgTdRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5cAisNB6bcs/s1600-h/Nehemiahs+13th+birthday+at+Mult+Falls.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 303px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ubwgTdRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5cAisNB6bcs/s400/Nehemiahs+13th+birthday+at+Mult+Falls.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798834244941074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ub4vQxgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/T9ufVx3x8qk/s1600-h/Nehemiahs+birthday+cake+age+13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ub4vQxgI/AAAAAAAAAX4/T9ufVx3x8qk/s400/Nehemiahs+birthday+cake+age+13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798836455163394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ubw-0qdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ist4aCYu2iA/s1600-h/Nehemiah+is+13.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ubw-0qdI/AAAAAAAAAXo/ist4aCYu2iA/s400/Nehemiah+is+13.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304798834372946386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I spent an amazing day with my growing son today! What a treat... I have shared how he loves history, and we got to spend the whole day involving that topic. ( this was what he wanted to do)  At the Discovery Center in The Dalles they found out that he was 13 today and they called the park ranger in and took him on his own personal tour of where the BALD EAGLE lives. We were so so close to him and then there was the lively Red Tail Falcon and two owls as well. The cool part was he was just assigned a project on the eagle so we were technically doing school today. The time today went so quickly and I know the next 13 years will go even quicker. I savored the time with him and think he is one amazing young man! Happy Birthday Buddy! Today was PRICELESS!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-5340308307183361097?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5340308307183361097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5340308307183361097' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5340308307183361097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5340308307183361097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/growing-up-happy-birthday-13th-nehemiah.html' title='Growing Up! Happy 13th  Birthday  Nehemiah'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ5ubwgTdRI/AAAAAAAAAXw/5cAisNB6bcs/s72-c/Nehemiahs+13th+birthday+at+Mult+Falls.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1529701799320167679</id><published>2009-02-18T23:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T00:04:06.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>First for Everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ0Rk275gqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/O2ehzGWUADU/s1600-h/Malachi+first+donut+on+the+day+before+Nehemiahs+13+th+bday.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ0Rk275gqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/O2ehzGWUADU/s400/Malachi+first+donut+on+the+day+before+Nehemiahs+13+th+bday.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5304415261032022690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we decided to start Nehemiah's birthday celebration early and head to Krispy Kreme Doughnuts. This was the first time Malachi has tried a bite of something so yummy. He did not like it, but he thought the hat was great! We live so close to this place, but can only eat this high of a concentration of sat. fat on birthdays. The kids were remembering when they first opened and how we waited in line for about an hour just to taste one bite.  I was so embarrassed to be in the line that day and feed into to this hype ( they even had people camping in front for days before). the kids had watched the countdown to this big opening and there was no way I could resist their little faces pleading for a doughnut. There was nobody in line today!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1529701799320167679?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1529701799320167679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1529701799320167679' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1529701799320167679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1529701799320167679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/first-for-everything.html' title='First for Everything'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZ0Rk275gqI/AAAAAAAAAXg/O2ehzGWUADU/s72-c/Malachi+first+donut+on+the+day+before+Nehemiahs+13+th+bday.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4022754588301758289</id><published>2009-02-18T00:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-18T00:17:31.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would you answer this call?</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is the strangest thing I have seen in a very long time!!! Aser received this in an email (I have left out the names of those involved) from a business program here in town for contractors. I would love to know what an Ethnic Regular Person is??? We have some training to do--oh my!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CASTING CALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnic ³regular² people age 5-12 also adults 28-70. We need regular looking truly ETHNIC people for a well know high tech&lt;br /&gt;company photo shoot. We prefer people who are new to America so they still have the look and feel of their country of origin. The pay will be $500. For about 3 hours. Please bring lots of kids and adults new to America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ages 5-12 to be students&lt;br /&gt;Age 28-70 to be teachers and parents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ethnicities we need are:&lt;br /&gt;African, Middle Eastern, Chinese, Indonesian, India, Malaysian, Mexican, Hispanic, Scandinavian, German, Spanish, Italian.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The CASTING CALL is this Saturday Feb 14th  from 10am-2pm&lt;br /&gt;Come to 431 NW Flanders #300   Portland Or. 97209&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4022754588301758289?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4022754588301758289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4022754588301758289' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4022754588301758289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4022754588301758289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/would-you-answer-this-call.html' title='Would you answer this call?'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2701202126717796388</id><published>2009-02-16T00:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T00:47:57.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Oregon - You are Old Now!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMpzghxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gOv47Gij-Wg/s1600-h/trip+for+oregon+birthday+2+2-09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMpzghxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gOv47Gij-Wg/s400/trip+for+oregon+birthday+2+2-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313134539278098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMjwCzSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EqEcvjGJy8o/s1600-h/trip+for+oregon+birthday+1+2-09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMjwCzSI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/EqEcvjGJy8o/s400/trip+for+oregon+birthday+1+2-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313132914134306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMYPUaEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uKMJFL68pGs/s1600-h/trip+for+oregon+birthday+2-09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMYPUaEI/AAAAAAAAAXI/uKMJFL68pGs/s400/trip+for+oregon+birthday+2-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303313129824086082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today the kids and I were able to go to the Oregon Historical Society's Museum. Since it was the birthday celebration of Oregon the admission was free! Nehemiah has created such a love of history in our home that we could not miss this.( you can tell in these pictures he wanted to take this very seriously and even had his sibs take notes while we were there-- I am sure I looked like dictator mom, but it was not me!!)  It delivered! And even Malachi pretended to be interested as long as the fish crackers were being sent in his direction. We missed the cake so I decided we had to finish up Oregon's birthday in style and I found the cupcake bakery I had heard about. What a fun place!!! It is called Cupcake Jones on 10th and Marshall. The cupcakes are HUGE and so we split them up. The kids had cupcakes with cookie dough filling and it was topped with a mini cookie! This place was fun and great for a special treat. The last picture is showing how much a party can wear out a toddler.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2701202126717796388?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2701202126717796388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2701202126717796388' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2701202126717796388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2701202126717796388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/happy-birthday-oregon-you-are-old-now.html' title='Happy Birthday Oregon - You are Old Now!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZknMpzghxI/AAAAAAAAAXY/gOv47Gij-Wg/s72-c/trip+for+oregon+birthday+2+2-09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6226325734517403815</id><published>2009-02-13T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:12:41.929-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slice of Life</title><content type='html'>Conversation with a nurse at the hospital: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where did you adopt your son from? " &lt;br /&gt;"Ethiopia, " I replied.&lt;br /&gt;"My best friend is adopting a baby from there and has an adopted son from Guatemala. Why did you choose Ethiopia? " &lt;br /&gt;" Well, my husband is from Ethiopia and it made the decision pretty easy." &lt;br /&gt;"How is that working for you being married to him?" &lt;br /&gt;-- I will let you guess how I answered her:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6226325734517403815?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6226325734517403815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6226325734517403815' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6226325734517403815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6226325734517403815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/slice-of-life.html' title='Slice of Life'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2400408856734563595</id><published>2009-02-12T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T00:09:03.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Realization... but too late</title><content type='html'>Tonight after the dust settled my heart broke for my Anna. With Aser gone I have been trying very hard to stay upbeat with the kids and not trying to feel sorry for myself:) However, tonight I BLEW it! Sometimes life is crazy how difficult things can happen one after the other. These were not big things, but in the matter of an hour they felt big. I am still tired from the hospital and having kids and myself feeling under the weather so my threshold was not good. Usually Aser takes care of anything that requires any artistic ability as I am completely inept in this area. One of my children needed a Valentine box that was designed at home and that was all starting to happen as I was cleaning up from dinner, washing clothes, and starting lunches. So I did what every artistic person does and grabbed the glue gun-well lets just say... then once we got past that and some burned fingers I gave Malachi a bath and got him in bed and then he started to cough. I went into pick him up and he started to vomit everywhere and then again in the bathroom. It was all over him and more than you want to know I am sure. Well out of my mouth flew, " I just wish your daddy was here!!! ( He usually takes the cleaning of these jobs)  My Anna jumped from her bed and ran and started getting warm towels and things to start cleaning. She had just had a bath and for some reason it broke my heart to see her trying to fill her daddy's shoes. It is good if I don't put this on them to carry and she just kept asking me if I was OK. I never want to put this on my children. I was touched by her love and care, but this is not her load to carry right now. I am humbled by her. Then as I was getting ready for a Valentine's class party and getting platters ready one fell and broker all over the floor right in front of her and she went into action again. I had gathered myself enough to stop her and tell her it was no big deal. Sometimes I do not think we realize how much our lives impact our kids. I have got some work to do, but I have a God who seems to find grace for me daily.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2400408856734563595?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2400408856734563595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2400408856734563595' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2400408856734563595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2400408856734563595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/realization-but-too-late.html' title='Realization... but too late'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4585529785518442634</id><published>2009-02-12T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T00:42:02.722-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Minutes and Hours with My Baby Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPgqJMw1YI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gWzcsE7HQq0/s1600-h/malachi+playing+in+crib+hospital.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPgqJMw1YI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gWzcsE7HQq0/s400/malachi+playing+in+crib+hospital.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301828200973784450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPe-B4KemI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vv8YFe3gb1k/s1600-h/girls+in+scrubs.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPe-B4KemI/AAAAAAAAAWo/vv8YFe3gb1k/s400/girls+in+scrubs.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301826343582464610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPe-eMLQlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6jhPk7rjBSE/s1600-h/malachi+and+I+at+hospital.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPe-eMLQlI/AAAAAAAAAWw/6jhPk7rjBSE/s400/malachi+and+I+at+hospital.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301826351182594642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPd_FZy51I/AAAAAAAAAWg/uFqp0lrEwoE/s1600-h/crib+2.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPd_FZy51I/AAAAAAAAAWg/uFqp0lrEwoE/s400/crib+2.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301825262197073746" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPb3uGXXuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ZwYhjSwdwU/s1600-h/sleeping.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPb3uGXXuI/AAAAAAAAAWY/6ZwYhjSwdwU/s400/sleeping.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301822936659222242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi has been sick since last Wednesday or so. By Friday I was starting to worry about his cough and went to the dr. and they said he had pneumonia. By Sunday his fever was increasing and getting lethargic. They decide it is not pneumonia, but reactive asthma to some virus and have us stop antibiotics. By this time he is refusing all food and water. The diapers were drying up and by bedtime on Monday I was starting to get worried as he was really having a hard time breathing with ease. By 3:00am we were in the children's hospital and I thought they would do a breathing treatment and give his some fluids and we would be home by the time the kids were leaving for school. WRONG! He was admitted for the "day" as his O2 levels were not doing very well and he was so dehydrated.He has RSV which is common and most kids have it at some point, but for some it is much more serious. ( if you ever need to know about nose suctioning please ask me:) )  He was not rallying the way they needed him to and decided to keep him overnight. I am so thankful to my mom for helping with the kids and everything. Also, so many prayers and kind words from friends-- Thank you! Here are some  pictures of my cutie... as hard and tiring as this was, I don't get the chance to cuddle with Malachi very often as he is one busy boy. I think this was very monumental in our bonding. He needed me! I loved holding and taking care of him without life swirling around us. The doctors would come in and let me know the nurses were all talking about him and how cute he was. We had many visitors that were not working with him:) He always charmed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4585529785518442634?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4585529785518442634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4585529785518442634' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4585529785518442634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4585529785518442634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/minutes-and-hours-with-my-baby-boy.html' title='Minutes and Hours with My Baby Boy'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SZPgqJMw1YI/AAAAAAAAAXA/gWzcsE7HQq0/s72-c/malachi+playing+in+crib+hospital.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-9064130305832586527</id><published>2009-02-08T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:44:28.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VY1VhSFOn8E"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-9064130305832586527?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/9064130305832586527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=9064130305832586527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/9064130305832586527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/9064130305832586527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3405558089955256272</id><published>2009-02-08T15:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T15:34:24.757-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Facebook Frenzy -- oh so trendy!</title><content type='html'>I have been on Facebook a few weeks now. I resisted for a very long time. I must admit it has been fun reconnecting with friends from over 20 years ago and also keeping up on daily news from friends now. It can be consuming and almost addictive wondering who has posted what and when. At first there was a real pull to be "checking in" with my friends, but I have finally gotten myself under control:) I hate to admit I even like FB... it is kind of a love/hate thing. I also have this relationship with the airport. Last weekend I LOVED the airport as it was bringing my man home. Today I HATED it as I had to send him back to the south.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This type of tagging has been going on on FB lately. I have so enjoyed reading about my friends and their random things. Here was mine and I will try to keep my Facebook life away from my blogging life:)from now on.... If you have 25 random things to write I would love to read them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rules: Once you've been tagged, you are supposed to write a note with 25 random things, facts, habits, or goals about you. At the end, choose 25 people to be tagged. You have to tag the person who tagged you. If I tagged you, it's because I want to know more about you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(To do this, go to “notes” under tabs on your profile page, paste these instructions in the body of the note, type your 25 random things, tag 25 people (in the right hand corner of the app) then click publish.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. My first date with Aser was when he took my 5th grade class skating with me. I am not sure what I would think if one of my children's teacher did that now--oh my! yeah I wore 501's. ( still my fav jean)&lt;br /&gt;2. I burned myself at 18 months by getting into a hot bath of water that a neighbor girl started for me. I still have scars.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am most terrified of earthquakes and tsunamis.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was in a 7.5 earthquake in Costa Rica-- CRAZY!!!&lt;br /&gt;5.I once passed a police officer speeding. He had a prisoner in the back and I thought there was no way he would pull me over. I was wrong!!!&lt;br /&gt;6. I was followed and pulled over by a helicopter in LA while in college on my way to a Michael Jackson concert. Yeah another ticket-- I seemed to catch them when I was young like a cold.&lt;br /&gt;7. One year in college I lived with two other Kimberlys on one SMALL room.&lt;br /&gt;8.I stayed in South Africa during Apartheid and lived in a township there. Life changing!&lt;br /&gt;9.When I was a young child my daddy would give me two quarters to buy goods from neighbor's garage sales and I thought I was on my way to Disneyland. I loved those days!&lt;br /&gt;10. I hate hate hate fish.( smell, texture, and looks) Our one in a bowl at home is ok... but nothing that has been in pan. I have had two allergic reactions so I have a good excuse now.&lt;br /&gt;11. I love steak! I was pretty much a vegetarian until I had kids.&lt;br /&gt;12. My car was shot by a student when I was 23 first teaching in California. He was mad at me. &lt;br /&gt;13. I miss my sister... complicated story and dream of hugging her again. Truly!&lt;br /&gt;14. Foreign languages are not easy for me. I wish I could speak Amharic and Spanish.&lt;br /&gt;15. I am crazy in love with my man Aser. Would marry him all over again... &lt;br /&gt;16. I think my kids make my heart beat each day because they bring such joy and wonder to my life. I am humbled to be a momma.&lt;br /&gt;17.I had plastic surgery at the solid age of 5!&lt;br /&gt;18.I am trying to go natural with chemicals in hair stuff, cleaning supplies, detergents and lotions... but am not there 100% yet. This will be life long I think!&lt;br /&gt;19. In high school I got asked to go back and meet New Edition after a concert. I know you are so jealous! I was taller than they were--&lt;br /&gt;20.I love God and can't really explain my thoughts and feeling about him in a coherent way. I think I will fall on my face when I meet him unable to speak. He leaves me in awe frequently.&lt;br /&gt;21.I love houses!!!! I love it when someone walks in and falls in love at the front door. Makes the long searches worth it.&lt;br /&gt;22. I fall asleep almost every night in the bath reading. Aser has gotten my bath ready for me for years every night. He is so sweet to me!&lt;br /&gt;23. I love to read nonfiction. I am not a novel -type girl...But love to read about God, religion, politics, health, parenting, and the real estate market. &lt;br /&gt;24. I love STRONG STRONG coffee with no masks of sugar or cream. I can out drink Ethiopians on dark coffee.&lt;br /&gt;25. I no longer live in fear after being so close to death this past year. It is so freeing! ( I still have my moments, but nothing like before)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3405558089955256272?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3405558089955256272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3405558089955256272' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3405558089955256272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3405558089955256272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/facebook-frenzy-oh-so-trendy.html' title='Facebook Frenzy -- oh so trendy!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7681028729122368405</id><published>2009-02-01T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T23:41:56.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Melting my heart--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYajsCiHmLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KJ-KlEDCvY4/s1600-h/Malachi+in+car+seat+on+2-09.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYajsCiHmLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KJ-KlEDCvY4/s400/Malachi+in+car+seat+on+2-09.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5298101988637513906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7681028729122368405?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7681028729122368405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7681028729122368405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7681028729122368405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7681028729122368405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/melting-my-heart.html' title='Melting my heart--'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYajsCiHmLI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/KJ-KlEDCvY4/s72-c/Malachi+in+car+seat+on+2-09.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6038894788382467431</id><published>2009-02-01T00:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T14:05:22.129-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zipp of the Clippers--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYhQrmFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/th6zOR8cAQs/s1600-h/hair+4.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYhQrmFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/th6zOR8cAQs/s400/hair+4.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297745411521091666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYaMM-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GlKI8MOtyvI/s1600-h/Hair+Nehemiah+age+12.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYaMM-ZI/AAAAAAAAAWA/GlKI8MOtyvI/s400/Hair+Nehemiah+age+12.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297745409623259538" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYbQq4dI/AAAAAAAAAV4/192K0vQN_0I/s1600-h/Malachi+Hair+1+age+22+months.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYbQq4dI/AAAAAAAAAV4/192K0vQN_0I/s400/Malachi+Hair+1+age+22+months.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297745409910432210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daddy is back in town for a week so off to the clipper my boys went!!!!&lt;br /&gt;They look less than excited! Nehemiah would love to have long curls or braids, but he has a ton of thick hair and with basketball it is easier to get a fade with a line in the front. He looks sharp! Malachi was very unsure of this so we just had him shave it for now and we will do a more fancy fade next time. He was not sure what happened to him! The girls just took it all in! Anyone famous that comes into Portland tends to make their way through Genevas so the photos on the walls are always fun to see.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6038894788382467431?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6038894788382467431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6038894788382467431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6038894788382467431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6038894788382467431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/02/zipp-of-clippers.html' title='Zipp of the Clippers--'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SYVfYhQrmFI/AAAAAAAAAWI/th6zOR8cAQs/s72-c/hair+4.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1137605813907807672</id><published>2009-01-15T22:47:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T23:22:42.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Play with Purpose</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SXAuFvcwe0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/yu3iYy6A3Ak/s1600-h/Malachi+almost+22+months.bmp"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291780238331640642 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SXAuFvcwe0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/yu3iYy6A3Ak/s400/Malachi+almost+22+months.bmp" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; Malachi played with the new train set for over an hour tonight. He looked so grownup sitting on the floor with his trains.The video is really grainy, but is so funny as he watches the train go under the couch. He is doing great! He is going to be bursting through his 2T clothes any day now and only 10 months ago was wearing 9 months. The kid has done some serious growing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d075ae09f0f9ee0a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd075ae09f0f9ee0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D607A47A4F12035B23AFDDA10658AB8160171B2C4.19F7E03C061141E0A0DB76E2639EA12102678452%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd075ae09f0f9ee0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnfn0O08e-ZcYl4KMnb5EXqwkQHs&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v18.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd075ae09f0f9ee0a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D607A47A4F12035B23AFDDA10658AB8160171B2C4.19F7E03C061141E0A0DB76E2639EA12102678452%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd075ae09f0f9ee0a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dnfn0O08e-ZcYl4KMnb5EXqwkQHs&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;he&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1137605813907807672?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=d075ae09f0f9ee0a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1137605813907807672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1137605813907807672' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1137605813907807672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1137605813907807672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/play-with-purpose.html' title='Play with Purpose'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SXAuFvcwe0I/AAAAAAAAAVg/yu3iYy6A3Ak/s72-c/Malachi+almost+22+months.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8581511573749003131</id><published>2009-01-14T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T23:31:49.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Baby Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SW7mUhMeeqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LejyLi8cdKE/s1600-h/Rebekahs+haircut+2nd+grade.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SW7mUhMeeqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LejyLi8cdKE/s400/Rebekahs+haircut+2nd+grade.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291419852389382818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today we cut Rebekah's hair. She has had a couple of trims in her short life, but her hair has never been CUT. When her hair was wet it was getting close to her waist, within 1-2 inches...I absolutely love her curls and I had mixed emotion with her wanting to cut her locks. BUT, I must say it is adorable and reminds me of when she was  about three.I always tell my girls that I think God is going to let me have special permission to ask for different eternal hair and get my own set of curls:)  I think we should have added JOY onto her name somehow. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8581511573749003131?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8581511573749003131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8581511573749003131' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8581511573749003131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8581511573749003131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-baby-girl.html' title='My Baby Girl'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SW7mUhMeeqI/AAAAAAAAAVY/LejyLi8cdKE/s72-c/Rebekahs+haircut+2nd+grade.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2455338516584401115</id><published>2009-01-12T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-12T23:41:30.782-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brother'/><title type='text'>"Kickin' the Monster!!!"</title><content type='html'>Great news today on my brother! He left on Sunday to Tulsa once again for more chemo. This was the big trip when they would be looking at his tumor. They have been checking his blood for tumor markers, which have come down each time. But today the results from his CT scan showed some amazing miracles. With this cancer I do think it is miracles that cure it. It is the WORST cancer to get,if that is possible. However, they could actually see his stomach apart from his pancreas. Before the tumor was blocking the stomach and I guess it was like one big blob. They said his pancreas is looking like a pancreas again. I bet he never dreamed he would be so happy to hear that about an organ. They can see where the radiation is working. He has 5 more trips of chemo. He is on the same type as Patrick Swayze. They wanted him to continue "forever" having treatments every three months, but he feels like it is poison in so many ways ( good at times) but wants to continue to work on gaining weight and muscle mass. The doctors can't believe how much muscle has returned. We really do believe he is saying, "SEE YA!" to the beast... HAPPY IN OREGON!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2455338516584401115?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2455338516584401115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2455338516584401115' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2455338516584401115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2455338516584401115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/kickin-monster.html' title='&quot;Kickin&apos; the Monster!!!&quot;'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2055234010081420474</id><published>2009-01-11T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T14:33:47.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Figuring things out</title><content type='html'>Today my heart is heavy. Not in a depressed way, but deep in thought and contemplation. I am still trying to make my life mirror what I believe God has called me to. I have touched on this several months ago, but it has not become clearer, but in some ways more murky. We had such an amazing opportunity to go to Ethiopia for two years with two organizations that are movers and shakers. Well, the day we were supposed to sign to go I was put in the hospital and then a long journey started to wellness again. So much has happened since then... cancer fight with brother, lay-offs -- yes more than one time, attachment issues ( that has improved 150% and will write that in another post), medical bills that are mounting, slow real estate market, adjusting to having my guy working in Louisiana ( no he does not come home on weekends), and life with five precious little people. I am in NO way complaining, but am truly grateful for hard times in ways I have never thought I would be. I am tougher than I knew. More sure of God than ever before!!!! Know HIS POWER works in quiet ways and also in EARTH MOVING ways. Appreciate the smaller things in my life and am more in love with my man than I would have ever thought I was capable of. I know God is GOOD and even SPECTACULAR because I have had more happiness and contentment in the midst of the storms than I have even had when life was easier. This is true!!!&lt;br /&gt;My heaviness today is from being so willing to go and like our pastor spoke of today willing to risk it all in order to work in Ethiopia. However, we have had many voices telling us that my illness was a sign that we were probably not to go. Yet during this time there have been many things that still point that way to east Africa and my mind is more resolute.  How do you know? Which voice do you listen to? I never want to be out of the will of God-- EVER!!! Some of the same people in our lives talk of living life out of the comfort zone are the same ones telling us we are not to be going. It would be too stressful on our children... the economy is not in a position for this to be wise.... it is hard for families to move out of the US... you will never make it... the money is a problem.... what will you do with your house... health...health... whaat about your mom, brother... what will you do when you come back...braces, college....kids and their school... the questions are never ending. Maybe these folks are speaking the truth and we are being stubborn? I want to hear the voices that we are supposed to.. I am confused! I know God can redeem whatever happens. So today I will continue deep in thought and prayer... yet still live in my moment today by going to see "Doggies" at the shelter, shopping for milk, finishing up homework, changing diapers, and loving my family. The answers don't have to be today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2055234010081420474?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2055234010081420474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2055234010081420474' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2055234010081420474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2055234010081420474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/figuring-things-out.html' title='Figuring things out'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1202519645272360295</id><published>2009-01-08T00:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:22:20.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Life with Five</title><content type='html'>Our dear friend Andrea had been telling us she would take our family picture now that Malachi is home. So we set a date thinking we would just smile, click and be done. It turned out that we got over 100 photos and she took a walk with us for almost two hours down the Portland eastside esplanade. We had no idea what we were in for or how much fun we would have. She captured our kids in ways that pictures have not done before. Thank you dear friend Andrea!!!! and to Rich for watching the kids so you could get away for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2ZZNPd_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/88nyX5cHY0M/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2ZZNPd_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/88nyX5cHY0M/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+007.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288833884795926514" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2ZHyDsBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dTN4AIkj-70/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2ZHyDsBI/AAAAAAAAAVI/dTN4AIkj-70/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+054.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288833880118505490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2Ys45hrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oeJd3thfqVQ/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+017.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2Ys45hrI/AAAAAAAAAVA/oeJd3thfqVQ/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+017.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288833872899442354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2YPok4LI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jbxdGR1OcLM/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2YPok4LI/AAAAAAAAAU4/jbxdGR1OcLM/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+015.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288833865046352050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2XVr8XUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dxPmp2SR2CY/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+074.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2XVr8XUI/AAAAAAAAAUw/dxPmp2SR2CY/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+074.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288833849491217730" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1202519645272360295?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1202519645272360295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1202519645272360295' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1202519645272360295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1202519645272360295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/loving-life-with-five-part-1.html' title='Loving Life with Five'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWW2ZZNPd_I/AAAAAAAAAVQ/88nyX5cHY0M/s72-c/Family+Pictures+2008+November+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4361463011915818839</id><published>2009-01-07T23:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T00:12:38.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>To Be Continued.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyH6Sjd5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/LSJ4DihQFrk/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyH6Sjd5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/LSJ4DihQFrk/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829186392422290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyIomqyeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RWXvD9CZzWw/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyIomqyeI/AAAAAAAAAUo/RWXvD9CZzWw/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+084.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829198824819170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyIbevWnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1Wa062lc6vE/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+090.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyIbevWnI/AAAAAAAAAUg/1Wa062lc6vE/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+090.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829195301902962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyISUmF4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/5JLr9OO5IiM/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+047.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyISUmF4I/AAAAAAAAAUY/5JLr9OO5IiM/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+047.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829192843433858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyIJArD2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LasUz0QgPPg/s1600-h/Family+Pictures+2008+November+003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyIJArD2I/AAAAAAAAAUQ/LasUz0QgPPg/s400/Family+Pictures+2008+November+003.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288829190343954274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4361463011915818839?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4361463011915818839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4361463011915818839' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4361463011915818839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4361463011915818839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/to-be-continued.html' title='To Be Continued.....'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SWWyH6Sjd5I/AAAAAAAAAUI/LSJ4DihQFrk/s72-c/Family+Pictures+2008+November+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3739186119321532690</id><published>2009-01-02T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:42:10.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for Ethiopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SV5sApXuuZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gKGBz2C9x7w/s1600-h/cofee+at+Dalos.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SV5sApXuuZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gKGBz2C9x7w/s400/cofee+at+Dalos.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286781770940725650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very sensitive to smells and often they are my memory-- strange I know! For some reason the Ethiopian coffee with my dinner last night took me back to my time there. I had an added treat to my coffee though with an herb called, "Adam's health" ( not sure of what the Ethiopian word is)... Not only did it look beautiful, but calmed the acid in the coffee and had a smoothing effect on my treat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has so put this country in my heart! The coffee is an added bonus... Have I mentioned how much I LOVE LOVE coffee??? I am lucky this is a safer addiction:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3739186119321532690?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3739186119321532690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3739186119321532690' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3739186119321532690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3739186119321532690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2009/01/longing-for-ethiopia.html' title='Longing for Ethiopia'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SV5sApXuuZI/AAAAAAAAAUA/gKGBz2C9x7w/s72-c/cofee+at+Dalos.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5749936144486008197</id><published>2008-12-29T11:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:23:32.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Turtle Shells, Twigs, and an Amazing Brother!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlp_wF8FbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/--Jv48VAYIw/s1600-h/kary+tea+3.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlp_wF8FbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/--Jv48VAYIw/s320/kary+tea+3.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285372181658473906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlp_ozwO_I/AAAAAAAAATw/6tjox9nRC3Q/s1600-h/kary+tea2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlp_ozwO_I/AAAAAAAAATw/6tjox9nRC3Q/s320/kary+tea2.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285372179703151602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlpdSzYuNI/AAAAAAAAATo/sjnWVMXWfxE/s1600-h/kary+tea1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlpdSzYuNI/AAAAAAAAATo/sjnWVMXWfxE/s320/kary+tea1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285371589680478418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are pictures of a tea my brother is drinking to help with his healing! Would you drink this? At first I said, " ARE YOU KIDDING? NO WAY!!!" But then, life is so precious and it really does help him so he can eat and digest food. He is fighting like a true soldier at battle and doing it with such dignity. He left today to head back to Tulsa ( goes every two weeks) for another round of Chemo. He is so positive and looks amazing that honestly I forget he is fighting this monster. He is now weighing 167 and was down to near 130-- AMAZING!!! Not only he is doing his traditional treatments, but is seeking wise advice and help from natural methods too. He heard about this herbalist from China that is well known from one his his doctors and he made a special prescription for Kary  and it does actually include the shell of a turtle!!!! I guess the tea smells HORRIBLE, but he drinks it with full force to get better. He knows God is healing him and has led his to some amazing help both at Cancer Treatment Centers of America, but also through alternative medicine. They (Kary and Regina) have cut out deodorants that are not natural, microwaves, plastics, drink gallons of green tea, eat organic and have amazing attitudes!!!! They are following the book called The Anti-Cancer Diet-- they think everyone should follow this even if you are healthy. I am praising God for my brother and that we were able to celebrate Christmas together. His wife is doing a terrific job of taking care of him and helping with his diet. We are thankful to her too. "Here's to Health!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-5749936144486008197?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5749936144486008197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5749936144486008197' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5749936144486008197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5749936144486008197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/turtle-shells-twigs-and-amazing-brother.html' title='Turtle Shells, Twigs, and an Amazing Brother!!!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVlp_wF8FbI/AAAAAAAAAT4/--Jv48VAYIw/s72-c/kary+tea+3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6524235114349260047</id><published>2008-12-25T03:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-25T03:31:22.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtILOx1XI/AAAAAAAAATg/QnwbFMxrvlQ/s1600-h/snow+day+and+sleeping+in+stroller.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtILOx1XI/AAAAAAAAATg/QnwbFMxrvlQ/s320/snow+day+and+sleeping+in+stroller.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283686775056881010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We finally bundled Malachi up and took him out in the snow last night. He has been wanting to go out, but once out, he had second thoughts and shed some tears. We had walked quite far from home so the kids could sled and finally he fell asleep on the bumpy ride home. The jogger did ok in the snow. It was too icy to put him on our backs. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtH8p7cBI/AAAAAAAAATY/p6V__jX_7Mg/s1600-h/Christmas+2008+gingerbread+houses.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtH8p7cBI/AAAAAAAAATY/p6V__jX_7Mg/s320/Christmas+2008+gingerbread+houses.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283686771144224786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids had fun making gingerbread houses and even more fun licking their sticky fingers. They were so cute trying to get the walls to stay on the cartons. I am not a creative-type gifted mom, but love letting my kids just go for it. I was the student who never had things posted on the bulletin board as a kid-- truly! But the teachers were actually sparing my diginity. I LOVE letting my kids just get in there and get messy and figure things out. They do a great job and love arts and crafts and anything they can create. I enjoy watching them even more than if it was me making wonderful creations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtHu-FQCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Za9OAfdxuYE/s1600-h/Christmas+cake+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtHu-FQCI/AAAAAAAAATQ/Za9OAfdxuYE/s320/Christmas+cake+2008.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283686767470657570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6524235114349260047?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6524235114349260047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6524235114349260047' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6524235114349260047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6524235114349260047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-2008.html' title='Merry Christmas 2008'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVNtILOx1XI/AAAAAAAAATg/QnwbFMxrvlQ/s72-c/snow+day+and+sleeping+in+stroller.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2359472624232265564</id><published>2008-12-23T00:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-23T00:26:33.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Happy Woman Now!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCgpS7GRwI/AAAAAAAAATI/qY7LrykgiD4/s1600-h/aser+just+getting+home+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCgpS7GRwI/AAAAAAAAATI/qY7LrykgiD4/s320/aser+just+getting+home+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282898994220386050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just picked up my favorite tired man at the train station. Thank goodness for the MAX!!! He arrived in at 11:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I am so happy to have him home. He had an interesting time riding home with two strangers  ( I thought it was 3, but only 2). It actually could not have been better. One man was an ex-Crip and now sings amazing gospel music. In fact I am listening to his CD now as I write. Then the other man lives outside of Portland and runs a construction company so he had a great time talking shop with him. They all exchanged numbers and plan to stay in touch. Not all bad in a tough situation:)This is right up Aser's alley as he lived in so many places growing up around the world that he can get along with anyone. I will sleep peacefully tonight!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2359472624232265564?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2359472624232265564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2359472624232265564' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2359472624232265564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2359472624232265564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-am-happy-woman-now.html' title='I Am A Happy Woman Now!!!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCgpS7GRwI/AAAAAAAAATI/qY7LrykgiD4/s72-c/aser+just+getting+home+12-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3394904874724694310</id><published>2008-12-22T22:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T22:53:26.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nightly Routine With Our Now 21 Month Old Big Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKwUlzuQI/AAAAAAAAATA/AKibWiwfr8k/s1600-h/Bath+%233.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKwUlzuQI/AAAAAAAAATA/AKibWiwfr8k/s320/Bath+%233.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874925671233794" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKwAf6bHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-vGvHXwlFdI/s1600-h/Bath+%232.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKwAf6bHI/AAAAAAAAAS4/-vGvHXwlFdI/s320/Bath+%232.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874920277798002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKvwyUx3I/AAAAAAAAASw/2jjEjS8GYcI/s1600-h/Bath+Malachi+21+months+%231.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKvwyUx3I/AAAAAAAAASw/2jjEjS8GYcI/s320/Bath+Malachi+21+months+%231.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282874916060055410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3394904874724694310?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3394904874724694310/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3394904874724694310' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3394904874724694310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3394904874724694310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/nightly-routine-with-our-now-21-month.html' title='Nightly Routine With Our Now 21 Month Old Big Boy'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVCKwUlzuQI/AAAAAAAAATA/AKibWiwfr8k/s72-c/Bath+%233.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8856629418534355785</id><published>2008-12-22T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T13:34:35.157-08:00</updated><title type='text'>" I will get there if I can..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVAHF4DAX6I/AAAAAAAAASo/IYPYvHGaPFw/s1600-h/aser+car+from+sac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 164px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVAHF4DAX6I/AAAAAAAAASo/IYPYvHGaPFw/s320/aser+car+from+sac.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282730160431325090" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My tired man was on a plane at 6:00 this morning in Sacramento. We thought he was actually going to make it by plane. HOWEVER, Portland could not get the runway cleared so OFF of the plane he went. He was able to find three other men on the plane as determined to be home as he is and they all rented another SUV to drive home. &lt;strong&gt;Hopefully&lt;/strong&gt; after dinner I will actually see my tired man and give him a huge hug!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8856629418534355785?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8856629418534355785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8856629418534355785' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8856629418534355785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8856629418534355785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-will-get-there-if-i-can.html' title='&quot; I will get there if I can...&quot;'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SVAHF4DAX6I/AAAAAAAAASo/IYPYvHGaPFw/s72-c/aser+car+from+sac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8395252608539140343</id><published>2008-12-22T00:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:06:12.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Be Home For Christmas.... Hopefully not only in my dreams</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SU9S3C7L_gI/AAAAAAAAASg/ttGq739HoZY/s1600-h/southwest+airlines.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 89px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SU9S3C7L_gI/AAAAAAAAASg/ttGq739HoZY/s320/southwest+airlines.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282531993560284674&lt;br /&gt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a day to try to fly to Portland! My man flew from Dallas to Los Angeles on Friday to see family and friends before planning to come home on Sunday. This morning as I was hearing the weather news I was sure his flight would be cancelled. YEP- First flight with Alaska Air was.. they did not want to fly anymore planes into Portland. So I quickly got him a ticket on Southwest leaving close to the same time... Yep, that was also aborted. ( Yes-- with built up cabin fever I will say a few tears did happen). Then the airport service told him he could fly out Christmas morning--WHAT???? This is crazy... Well, my resourceful hubby rented a SUV to make it through the snow to come home. He just called me at midnight and was in Sacramento. Half-way home! He stopped to see if there were any flights leaving in the morning as he has the most dangerous part of the trip left. At first my searches said no flights available. I tried SW three times despite saying they were full and BEHOLD-- I was able to purchase a ticket for him for LESS THAN the rental for one day... YEP, a bargain right in the middle of the snow storm. Now we will see if he actually gets to the airport on four hours of sleep and hoping the plane actually braves the weather. Tonight they said it can take over a thousand gallons of de-icer to get a plane back into the sky. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see in my earlier posts I love driving in the snow...but not the ice! So he will have to take a train home. Even parts of that are shut down due to ice on the lines--wow! They have a shuttle bus to get him the rest of the way though. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think he will  want to sleep when Malachi does tomorrow:) Hopefully this is the end of travel woes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no-- I thought I would have more time to clean-- I may not sleep tonight:) He will not care, but I do, so off I go!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8395252608539140343?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8395252608539140343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8395252608539140343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8395252608539140343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8395252608539140343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/ill-be-home-for-christmas-hopefully-not.html' title='I&apos;ll Be Home For Christmas.... Hopefully not only in my dreams'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SU9S3C7L_gI/AAAAAAAAASg/ttGq739HoZY/s72-c/southwest+airlines.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8418148253200597779</id><published>2008-12-21T01:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T01:05:23.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mappin' It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SU4N00GCxBI/AAAAAAAAASY/TARcsvk2GGM/s1600-h/lydias+snowman.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SU4N00GCxBI/AAAAAAAAASY/TARcsvk2GGM/s320/lydias+snowman.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282174613940519954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been almost a week now with snow. Tonight it is freezing rain! Aser is supposed to fly in tomorrow night, but this evening most flights were being cancelled. I have been really feeling his absence this week and having to wait seems very hard. I really hope he makes it. I have to keep the big picture in mind. If we find out that his plane is coming in the kids and I may brave the MAX ( Train Systen in Portland) to meet him at the airport. It will depend on how stir crazy I am at that point and brave ( maybe stupid too) .... It will be GREAT to have him home for two weeks. I think the kids have missed him more than I know. Today my Rebekah mentioned how in the mornings she wakes up and it is hard thinking she will not see daddy all day long. My son has also said little things about how much he misses his dad and then much silence. Anna prays for him like there is no tomorrow and that is how her heart processes it all. Lydia misses having a fluffed pillow each night. I don't do it the special way daddy does:) I think I am just less patient than I want to be and stay up WAY too late for quiet time. Malachi is just not sure what is up with this family... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The map on the side of my blog is new. I am amazed how you can track such things from all around the world. Very cool... I do know they can not read blogs in Ethiopia so I will not have dots from eastern Africa. That is when I realize what freedoms we do have here and take for granted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Lydia's snowman. Anna made one too with a skirt and shoes -- very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had fun driving in the snow today. Yes, they were asking people to stay off of roads, but Rebekah had a birthday party to go and that seemed very important when you have been couped up like a chicken. Then tonight I took the kids for a little spin around the neighborhood. Again, I am sure Malachi is wondering what is up with his family:)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did do some more Christmas cookies and I even made a pumpkin bread. I have been trying to have normal dinners for the kids too and so we ate until our tummies were full tonight. It has been tempting to do just kid-type quick dinners, but I have wanted life to seem somewhat the same for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoping to see my guy tomorrow:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8418148253200597779?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8418148253200597779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8418148253200597779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8418148253200597779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8418148253200597779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/mappin-it.html' title='Mappin&apos; It'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SU4N00GCxBI/AAAAAAAAASY/TARcsvk2GGM/s72-c/lydias+snowman.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5685575448376481202</id><published>2008-12-16T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T00:06:02.159-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='papa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='daddy'/><title type='text'>I Just Knew--</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUiY75KWoTI/AAAAAAAAASM/MfcgXTTL1wo/s1600-h/daddy+and+mother.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUiY75KWoTI/AAAAAAAAASM/MfcgXTTL1wo/s320/daddy+and+mother.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280638717815857458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know!" is all I said as I answered the phone after midnight exactly 7 years ago. I did not wait for any, " hello" or explanation... I just knew! I had been in the shower for over an hour crying and coming to terms with what I believed was happening. It sounds so strange now, but I can go back with little effort even today.The voice was not audible, yet just as clear. I just knew! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We had just spent the day with my entire family, over 25 of us, in Eugene celebrating Christmas. My dad was sick and had been fighting cancer just like a warrior. We were hopeful he would be chosen to start a clinical trial in February that looked very promising. He was so loving that day to each one of his children and grandchildren. He always was, but went out of his way to say something to each of us. I wonder if he knew?  He told me how proud of me he was and loved my children. Then he thanked Aser for being such a wonderful husband and father. He told him he would have never asked for better than him. ( I do agree!) Many of my siblings and nieces and nephews took pictures with him. I did not as I felt like it would be admitting that I thought he would not have another chance with a photo with me. He joked and rested with us for the whole day and even made it back home.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was several hours later. My mom said he was tired when they got home, but we never thought it would be this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I was able to pull myself together I came downstairs to see if the light was beeping on the phone telling me that the call had arrived. There was no light, no bleeping... I thought I had just taken myself for an unneeded ride.  I was relieved as I went to turn the light off. My hand had not even left the light switch and the phone rang. I did KNOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I raced over to my parent's home as many of my siblings raced to be by his bedside. As I entered the door I heard the breathing and knew that I knew. My tears had already been cried in the shower so I was able to have an unearthly peace and really be in the moment with my daddy. We gathered on his bed as he was very coma-like and prayed for a miracle. We told him how much we loved and appreciated him. I asked him to tell mother one more time how much he loved her. One time and one time only he sat up and reached to my mom and grabbed her hand. He could not speak and fell back into his coma-like state. It was shortly after that his breathing changed and then slowed down as we lay next to him. It was a strange peace that was with us. I know God was with us as we were saying goodbye to him on this earth. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had no idea how hard it would be to get used to life without him. I can grieve with hope as I know I will see him again. I know my kids will be able to run to their papa again. It has been very hard watching my mom adjusting to life and she has shown strength she did not know she has. Despite the sadness God has comforted our family in ways I have no words for. We will be together again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seven years ago today I just knew!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-5685575448376481202?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5685575448376481202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5685575448376481202' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5685575448376481202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5685575448376481202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/i-just-knew.html' title='I Just Knew--'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUiY75KWoTI/AAAAAAAAASM/MfcgXTTL1wo/s72-c/daddy+and+mother.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4073954738173860823</id><published>2008-12-16T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T00:26:36.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sliding to the mall</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUdkeF3tpMI/AAAAAAAAASE/CQtW6Mx8mwk/s1600-h/snow+day+at+mall+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUdkeF3tpMI/AAAAAAAAASE/CQtW6Mx8mwk/s400/snow+day+at+mall+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280299556249904322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids did not have school today. I don't do well staying home despite the news saying you should. The kids and I made the trek to get grandma and then to the mall to walk around and have a treat. The roads were icy, but we did great. I am thankful for 4-wheel drive. I know this is funny to those living in the NE, but us Oregonians are just not used to this. I think this has been the hardest part having Aser gone for so far. He is the one who helps to make it fun with tying ropes on sleds and we usually take a 2 -3 mile walk in the snow. I am still trying to figure out how to do that with Malachi on my back. I am just feeling sorry for myself tonight without him. He is supposed to be here on Sunday right in the middle of another ice storm-- Oh MY!!! &lt;br /&gt;We did have fun today with a big pancake breakfast and then the kids played outside and then we were off to the mall. We ended the night with DVD rental and the kids were so cute all pj'd up with pillows crashed under the Christmas tree...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4073954738173860823?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4073954738173860823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4073954738173860823' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4073954738173860823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4073954738173860823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/sliding-to-mall.html' title='Sliding to the mall'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUdkeF3tpMI/AAAAAAAAASE/CQtW6Mx8mwk/s72-c/snow+day+at+mall+12-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8725093768963554963</id><published>2008-12-14T19:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T19:41:21.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><title type='text'>Series of FORTUNATE Events</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUXQDw-zliI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JDFqapzcgVI/s1600-h/kids+in+snow+with+BRittany+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUXQDw-zliI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JDFqapzcgVI/s400/kids+in+snow+with+BRittany+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279854901268289058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aser had to be on a plane back to Louisiana this morning by 6:00 and the airport is about 45 minutes away. We were under a winter snow warning and knew lots of snow and ice were coming so did not want to take a chance with me being stuck at airport while kids were sleeping. Aser was going to drive his truck to the airport and I would pick up when weather allowed... BUT I was supposed to feed a neighbor's cat for this week and she called last night to make sure I was still able to do and mentioned she was leaving for the airport at 4:15-- BINGO! She had hired a shuttle and so Aser was able to catch it as well and made it in plenty of time to the airport. However, he first had to fly to MN and got VERY delayed leaving and so arrived in Dallas at 9:00 this evening ( Texas time) with another 3:1/2 hour drive back to LA. It will have taken him over 18 hours to get back for a 36 hour visit. I don't think I will be asking him if it was worth it or not-- &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then my brother had to take his wife to work so they stopped by here and left Brittany for awhile to play with kids in the snow. They had a blast EVEN as the snow was blowing sideways and almost seemed blizzard -like. I wish I still had the desire to play that hard even if I can't feel my hands and feet. Hot Chocolate was more like cold chocolate milk in a matter of minutes. We are not used to this is the Pacific NW! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did go out driving for dishwasher soap as I have a real problem with hand washing dishes:) Oh THE THOUGHT!!!! ( I am not really that bad--just close)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8725093768963554963?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8725093768963554963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8725093768963554963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8725093768963554963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8725093768963554963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/series-of-fortunate-events.html' title='Series of FORTUNATE Events'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUXQDw-zliI/AAAAAAAAAR8/JDFqapzcgVI/s72-c/kids+in+snow+with+BRittany+12-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8319397173809851545</id><published>2008-12-13T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T22:51:51.408-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home for 36 Hours</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUSpWCbg6rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gqB85upmxqo/s1600-h/family+on+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUSpWCbg6rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gqB85upmxqo/s400/family+on+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279530859259554482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aser flew in last night at midnight and leaves at 4:15 from home tomorrow morning. It was short, but wonderful and he was here for my side of the family Christmas party at my brother's house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to get all the kids looking one direction for a picture. I have five kids in my family and four of us were there tonight. It is wonderful to have Kary, my youngest brother, there as we did not know if this would be a reality. We so miss my sister and I just hope she knows how much I still love her. I did see her briefly last February and am hoping that somehow I will run into her this Christmas. We are a huge group now and my nephews and nieces have started having kids too. Kary and I were 9 and 10 when our sibs started having kids so they are all adults now too. It is so cool that Malachi has young cousins( 2nd cousins)  to grow up with. I also met a cousin that I have not seen since I was a young child and did not remember him. I have always heard about him but extended family things left us with no contact. It is so cool to meet someone with such a close family connection and see that there are so many familial things about them-- strange! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My kids just loved on their daddy and we are looking forward to Christmas. Malachi is very attached to his daddy and is at ease when he is around him. They are so cute together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This Tuesday will be the first time I have had to hire a babysitter for Malachi. I feel very good about her as she knows him from the church nursery, but it is hard for me to leave him with someone other than my mom. I did have one friend watch him for a bit, but he has been around her lots. I am sure it will be harder on me than him, but I will be happy when this is on the other side of the calendar. My kids are in the Christmas program at school and I am the only one in our family that will be able to go and I want to be able to really watch and take pictures of them. M is not the quiet kind of baby that can sit through a program so I had to hire someone to come in...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8319397173809851545?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8319397173809851545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8319397173809851545' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8319397173809851545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8319397173809851545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/home-for-36-hours.html' title='Home for 36 Hours'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUSpWCbg6rI/AAAAAAAAAR0/gqB85upmxqo/s72-c/family+on+12-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3534923240506603669</id><published>2008-12-10T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:16:55.349-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi  does mean "angel"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUC9Z-LQq6I/AAAAAAAAARs/7V_lnaNpkeo/s1600-h/malachi+and+lydia+playing+piano+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUC9Z-LQq6I/AAAAAAAAARs/7V_lnaNpkeo/s400/malachi+and+lydia+playing+piano+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278427017162828706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUC9Z-rxvLI/AAAAAAAAARk/5qqQzbt3CXY/s1600-h/malachi+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUC9Z-rxvLI/AAAAAAAAARk/5qqQzbt3CXY/s400/malachi+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5278427017299213490" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lydia loves playing the piano with Malachi. He is always asking to sit and play the piano. He LOVES music and I often wonder what the first song he ever heard was. Was it the song from his mother humming while carrying him or was he sung to while at Toukoul by his beloved nannies? This is the one way he loves to be comforted and I can sing "our songs" and you can just feel his body relax. He is precious and growing so quickly. The kids are just smitten with him. I don't think many babies who are 20 months have this big of a fan club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3534923240506603669?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3534923240506603669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3534923240506603669' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3534923240506603669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3534923240506603669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/malachi-does-mean-angel.html' title='Malachi  does mean &quot;angel&quot;'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SUC9Z-LQq6I/AAAAAAAAARs/7V_lnaNpkeo/s72-c/malachi+and+lydia+playing+piano+12-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8107773987203427685</id><published>2008-12-09T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T19:43:25.720-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Style Cheese</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ST7eH4eCvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/xyJIfh7Mr9o/s1600-h/aser+and+me+in+Dalla+12-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ST7eH4eCvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/xyJIfh7Mr9o/s320/aser+and+me+in+Dalla+12-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277900040323644770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was my first visit to the south. I actually enjoyed it far more than I expected. I realized that I had my own "perceptions" about being in the south given the make-up of Aser and I. As with most perceptions I was incorrect based on my few days there. We actually had a great time and also went into Louisiana where he is working. I could not get over how clean everything was and the streets were so perfectly paved. One funny thing was we stopped for a quick taco and were served a HUGE bowl of Velveta -type cheese to dip chips in and I could only see saturated fat so we set it to the side... well, a lady sat down near us and wanted to know how we got our cheese. Well, she decided our bowl of cheese would be just fine for her and actually ate it off of our table. Her husband about died right there on the spot! ( and not from clogged arteries:) ) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-- This was us at the MOST beautiful mall I have ever been in. It is in Dallas called the Galleria. The tree came up from the ice skating rink and was most amazing. We really have fun together and just love to hang out and eat, window shop, drink coffee, and walk and talk...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am missing my man like crazy. This has been one of the hardest times for me so it was beyond wonderful being able to see spend time just the two of us. I so wish big blessings on my mom for making this possible. I came home to five happy children who were spoiled all weekend long. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to Christmas--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8107773987203427685?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8107773987203427685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8107773987203427685' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8107773987203427685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8107773987203427685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/12/texas-style-cheese.html' title='Texas Style Cheese'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/ST7eH4eCvWI/AAAAAAAAARc/xyJIfh7Mr9o/s72-c/aser+and+me+in+Dalla+12-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2745644614894455752</id><published>2008-11-30T01:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:34:17.615-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling the Wind and Loving It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJeDn5JMTI/AAAAAAAAARE/ON-kOFeBYC0/s1600-h/malachi+at+20+months.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 248px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJeDn5JMTI/AAAAAAAAARE/ON-kOFeBYC0/s400/malachi+at+20+months.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274381529945551154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJeDnDJN_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AbDwqeljtTI/s1600-h/malachiand+daddy+at+airport+11+08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJeDnDJN_I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/AbDwqeljtTI/s400/malachiand+daddy+at+airport+11+08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274381529719060466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJcYQuJzJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N1qIjqcQGR4/s1600-h/malachi+and+scarf+on+bike+11-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJcYQuJzJI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/N1qIjqcQGR4/s400/malachi+and+scarf+on+bike+11-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274379685479435410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi is now 20 months and one of his sisters thought he would look so cute in her scarf. He wore it ALL night and rode this bike dreaming of the journeys ahead... Sweet Boy!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2745644614894455752?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2745644614894455752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2745644614894455752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2745644614894455752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2745644614894455752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/11/feeling-wind-and-loving-it.html' title='Feeling the Wind and Loving It'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJeDn5JMTI/AAAAAAAAARE/ON-kOFeBYC0/s72-c/malachi+at+20+months.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2471867171300304051</id><published>2008-11-30T00:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T01:42:58.154-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Root Canal or Trip to Build A Bear?? Decisions...Decisions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJX-FgqAHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XF2fmTvYSfw/s1600-h/kimberly+root+canal.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJX-FgqAHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XF2fmTvYSfw/s400/kimberly+root+canal.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274374837746925682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJXKD-LBCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sgNAgDaXq-Q/s1600-h/lydia+buying+Buildabear+for+girls+11-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJXKD-LBCI/AAAAAAAAAQk/sgNAgDaXq-Q/s400/lydia+buying+Buildabear+for+girls+11-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274373943980655650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I am not doing anything fun like Zoom Whitening or Plastic Surgery... just a root canal and the dental assistant thought it was funny that I was taking pictures and sending them to Aser to update him on my lovely progress. Hey, if I am paying $2500 for  this thing I ought to enjoy it right:) ? I must say that really there was no pain before, during or after ( well, there was after and it is called "Payment Plan").  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then on a much happier note Lydia surprised us at the mall yesterday. She was asking us over and over to go to the Build A Bear store and once we were inside (The Big Boys were at the Blazers Game-- free tickets!!!!) she said she wanted her sisters to choose bears of their choice. I don't think I knew what to say and I did not realize she had been carrying around this wad of moolah at the mall either, but then when I saw how intent and eager she was to do this for them my heart was warmed in a very big way. Lydia works hard to save her money and I think that is why I was so surprised at her loving gesture. It truly is better to give than to receive and her face glowed that ALL night and even today. So we have added Carmel, Butterscotch and Kendra to our home. This was such a tender moment for me as a momma watching my girls bond with each other and seeing that they love each other. My heart's desire has always been for my children to grow-up and be close and good friends. Last night I think I saw a glimpse of Lydia's love towards her little sisters. Just look at her beaming!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2471867171300304051?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2471867171300304051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2471867171300304051' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2471867171300304051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2471867171300304051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/11/root-canal-or-trip-to-build-bear.html' title='Root Canal or Trip to Build A Bear?? Decisions...Decisions...'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/STJX-FgqAHI/AAAAAAAAAQs/XF2fmTvYSfw/s72-c/kimberly+root+canal.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7105325844159438579</id><published>2008-11-24T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T22:32:40.384-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where my heart is so often...</title><content type='html'>You know that ache that is inside and wish it would go away because there is enough to worry about here in your little household right now??? But it won't go away.  This is from the Hope Chest and Red Letter Campaign. They are now including Ethiopia and trying to help the 4.8 million orphans there. They are trying to get churches or groups to sponsor orphanages so they can have decent living conditions. The one orphanage for boys really makes me shudder.. and they have already had it so rough and then to have to live like that. Tough! This is when I wished I played the lotto:) I know God does not need to lotto, but I wish I had the means to really make a difference. Thank you for watching this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UvRwo2oAmec&amp;eurl=http://tomdavis.typepad.com/&amp;feature=player_embedded&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7105325844159438579?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7105325844159438579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7105325844159438579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7105325844159438579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7105325844159438579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-my-heart-is-so-often.html' title='Where my heart is so often...'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1242026662469671262</id><published>2008-11-14T00:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T23:45:04.625-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Alma Mater is on Fire</title><content type='html'>Santa Barbara is on fire right now and I will be praying big time for the winds to stop. Westmont is very close to where the fire started and so all of the students are in the gym, which is fire safe and they have food there too. Westmont has to be one of the most beautiful colleges and it is truly heartbreaking to think of this loss and I am hoping it is not as bad as the reports are sounding and that there are no injuries. All of those poor families losing their homes too... I hope this fire stops soon. This is unreal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: Westmont did pretty well overall and the gym and library and Kerr Hall are all intact. The gardens ( which are amazing) as well as the chapel are all in pretty good shape too. Part of my freshman dorm was destroyed and a total of 7 other buildings. Three of those were set to be demolished in the coming weeks for new contruction anyway. However, 14 staff members lost their campus homes. These were build after I left but are on campus. I think it is pretty clear they were protected when you see the pictures of the flames and all. It is strange how after something like this you realize how important something can be to you even after many years. I have been walking the campus all night rehearsing many wonderful times in Santa Barbara.I did not realize while I was there what a special place it is and often took it for granted and wished my time away.  Praying for you Westmont!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1242026662469671262?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1242026662469671262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1242026662469671262' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1242026662469671262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1242026662469671262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-alma-mater-is-on-fire.html' title='My Alma Mater is on Fire'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3683253011508509681</id><published>2008-11-10T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T11:02:22.224-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eleven Green Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SRiDjAoHLtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GWgaPT3amOM/s1600-h/Rebekah+and+her+new+coat+11+08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SRiDjAoHLtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GWgaPT3amOM/s400/Rebekah+and+her+new+coat+11+08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5267104401696698066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just have to tell about my coupon deal this weekend. One of my children REALLY needed a new jacket. I had priced them out and found one she loved, but it was $79.00 and there just was no way I could swing that right now, especially with how fast she is growing. This weekend at Fred Meyer their coats were 50% off and then there was a coupon for another 15% off and then I received my bonus coupons( because I shop there way too much) and had another 40% off and almost $30.00 in bonus money in checks they sent me. Not only did I buy her a jacket, I was able to get a Christmas present for another child ( it is great they love getting clothes once they are older as presents:) ) for only $11.00!!! I skipped all the way to the car with a happy child beside me who LOVES her new coat. Funny how something small can bring such smiles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3683253011508509681?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3683253011508509681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3683253011508509681' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3683253011508509681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3683253011508509681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/11/eleven-bucks.html' title='Eleven Green Things'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SRiDjAoHLtI/AAAAAAAAAM8/GWgaPT3amOM/s72-c/Rebekah+and+her+new+coat+11+08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7978237244997659526</id><published>2008-11-08T00:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T00:16:29.771-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kary'/><title type='text'>I spell MIRACLE in caps today!!!!</title><content type='html'>My younger brother Kary found out he had pancreatic cancer just two weeks after I got out of the hospital in early June. His tumor was TWICE the size of normal tumors and when they found it he weighed as much as me. He is 6'3 and was VERY skinny and weak. ( I am not 6'3 so am not saying I am skinny:) ) When he went to the doctors here in Oregon/ Washington they wanted to open him up and take some pictures and observe his tumor that had wrapped itself around his main artery and was basically not operable. They pretty much told him to get his affairs in order. He would not let anyone who did not believe in hope and wanting to try anything and everything work on him so he took off for Cancer Treatment Centers of America in Tulsa, OK. They have been amazing and he has been on three chemos that are all different, radiation, accupuncture, and Vitamin C Therapy and many other things and TONS OF PRAYER! He flew back two days ago for another round of treatments ( which are paid for by CTCA... they fly him there every two weeks) and when his tumor markers came back today there were so low and he has gained 30 pounds they basically said he is almost cancer free... CAN YOU JUST IMAGINE OUR JOY???? They feel the tumor has probably already died and will be absorbed into the body in a few years. If this was another kind of cancer they would stop treatmens right now, but since pancreatic cancers are SO AGGRESSIVE ( it is called the demon of cancers) they will do 12 more rounds of chemo. So now you know why I am spelling MIRACLE in caps today. Yesterday he had to go to a funeral for a man about 10 years older than him that did not make it with the same cancer. They became friends while having treatments. The family had him sit with them and then the pastor of this church had Kary come up and they all prayed for him. It was hard on my brother losing this friend though and seeing his family so so sad. We are so grateful for the news today and pray that it will never come back again. THANK YOU for all of your prayers and questions about my brother. It means so much to me. Happy Day--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7978237244997659526?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7978237244997659526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7978237244997659526' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7978237244997659526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7978237244997659526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-spell-miracle-in-caps-today.html' title='I spell MIRACLE in caps today!!!!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3405876058265312843</id><published>2008-10-28T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:39:53.908-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='halloween'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kids'/><title type='text'>Can you Say Barney and Smile???</title><content type='html'>I don't think my older kids really think they every liked Barney and believe I am just making it up. They do not smile when we say, "Barney!" They did smile when they saw Malachi dressed up though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQd3VhVEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YOU3KQY9TXQ/s1600-h/kids+on+halloween+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQd3VhVEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YOU3KQY9TXQ/s400/kids+on+halloween+2008.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262305901213401970" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQdyluo2ICI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NEmIvX1cBpg/s1600-h/malachi+and+halloween+Barney+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQdyluo2ICI/AAAAAAAAAMs/NEmIvX1cBpg/s400/malachi+and+halloween+Barney+2008.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262300682105790498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Malachi getting ready for our harvest party at church. Nehemiah wore this outit almost 11 years ago and I think each one has been Barney at some point. Malachi loves Barney almost as much as he does Grandma! I wish I had the video camera rolling when he saw himself in the mirror... lets just say it was a happy day:) He was thrilled! Then Lydia dressed up like her American Girl doll Kaya, who is Native American, but she wore Ethiopian clothes (I think it worked??), Rebekah was a giraffe ( with cat whiskers-- hey now!), Nehemiah was living his dream as an NBA player, and Anna was a doctor (her dream too). Love the holidays I do!!!!:) I am such a sucker for tradition and LOVE this time of the year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3405876058265312843?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3405876058265312843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3405876058265312843' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3405876058265312843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3405876058265312843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/10/can-you-say-barney-with-smile.html' title='Can you Say Barney and Smile???'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQd3VhVEQ3I/AAAAAAAAAM0/YOU3KQY9TXQ/s72-c/kids+on+halloween+2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2861695644889427691</id><published>2008-10-25T23:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T00:55:36.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Just Kicking It"</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQQbZBNaJlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AQTJIhJjaNc/s1600-h/nehemiah+and+rebekah+2008-coach+nemo.bmp"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261360381310936658 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQQbZBNaJlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AQTJIhJjaNc/s400/nehemiah+and+rebekah+2008-coach+nemo.bmp" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This is something that just a mother probably finds cute, but I had to post. I think Malachi has already found his sport. At only 19 months we are amazed at his "kicking" skills. It is also a word he says very clearly over and over, "ball...ball..." The other picture is of Nehemiah coaching Rebekah's soccer team. After two coaches did not work out Nehemiah stepped up and led each practice and games. He really enjoyed it and expected a lot from Rebekah. She was not going to have any part of that, but loved having her brother there for this whole season. Tonight we went to a pumpkin patch with families who have adopted or will be adopting from Ethiopia, I am just amazed how large this group in the Portland area is getting. It is so warm ( I can't think of the right word) to see all of these children playing together and getting to know each other as so many families make the time to stay connected. The support and care you also receive from other families is unusual. Tonight one mom and I talked and talked and could not believe how much our boys were experiencing the same things. It makes you not feel so alone and not doubt your parenting skills so much. One of my friends, who was also adopted and now has adopted herself, came along to reassure me that I am supposed to love him and not try to make up for all of his losses. Sometimes as a parent who has adopted the guilt is HUGE and you want to give them every opportunity and chance for success and happiness. Yet, I am only one mom with five kids and can't make his world perfect. That part is for God and I will set him up for unrealistic expectations if I fill all of his needs. I just wish I could see ahead 10 or 15 years from now and know that Malachi finds peace and knows how much we love him then I could sit back and not worry so much. I think I am feeling a bit more unsure about everything since Aser is working very far from home these days and not here to lend his support as much as he would like. &lt;A href="http://webmail.aol.com/39598/aol/en-us/Suite.aspx"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-e22f244321686504" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De22f244321686504%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A7EF4503D758BD697CE235A9E07538FDF16B838.7A69CB34A8C7F96F2CFD3C8C43070EAB28EA9E52%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De22f244321686504%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMFc1bQZLDKEoQJqYDK5Z0L8ejsw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v13.nonxt5.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3De22f244321686504%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D1A7EF4503D758BD697CE235A9E07538FDF16B838.7A69CB34A8C7F96F2CFD3C8C43070EAB28EA9E52%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3De22f244321686504%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DMFc1bQZLDKEoQJqYDK5Z0L8ejsw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2861695644889427691?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=e22f244321686504&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2861695644889427691/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2861695644889427691' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2861695644889427691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2861695644889427691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-kicking-it.html' title='&quot;Just Kicking It&quot;'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SQQbZBNaJlI/AAAAAAAAAMk/AQTJIhJjaNc/s72-c/nehemiah+and+rebekah+2008-coach+nemo.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7624274570978766900</id><published>2008-10-05T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T09:58:29.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26.2 -- Portland Marathon 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOpAsSL0kdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4DbwoMs-CCk/s1600-h/marathon+08+%233.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOpAsSL0kdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4DbwoMs-CCk/s320/marathon+08+%233.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254083044820947410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOo85rmZR1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LaKRBEEGgOE/s1600-h/marathon+08+%232.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOo85rmZR1I/AAAAAAAAAMU/LaKRBEEGgOE/s320/marathon+08+%232.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254078876935079762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOo5FHOg5oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PtcBuRw3JHY/s1600-h/marathon+08+%231.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOo5FHOg5oI/AAAAAAAAAMM/PtcBuRw3JHY/s320/marathon+08+%231.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254074675283158658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so grateful as I crossed the finish line of the marathon today. I was so sick this past spring going into summer that I wondered if I would ever be able to exercise the way I had been able to. My friend,Lori,helped me get back into shape and was patient enough as I gained strength back to be able to make it walking the marathon this year. I have decided that marathons and half- marathons are quite addictive:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These pictures are from the starting line and then at the end. It rained for over 90% of the walk today and yet I felt great! My time is nothing to speak of, but I finished! Aser and my children have been SO patient as I have trained and then came to cheer me on. Aser is the best cheerleader I could have in my life! Yes, that would be my hubby with the larger than life American flag waiving everywhere ( he is the most patrictic person I know and he did not even grow up here). Aser made this sign for me today. Each of the kids had signs too... they are all asking when they can try their legs out on a marathon. This is about the only time in a year that I can totally enjoy a huge burger with no guilt! Today I added sweet potato fries-- oh yummy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walked by a man today and he said this is his 37th marathon-- impressive! I wonder how many I can get under my belt before my joints will not allow this anymore??? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WALKING ON IN GRACE-- Kimberly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7624274570978766900?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7624274570978766900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7624274570978766900' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7624274570978766900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7624274570978766900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/10/262-portland-marathon-2008.html' title='26.2 -- Portland Marathon 2008'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SOpAsSL0kdI/AAAAAAAAAMc/4DbwoMs-CCk/s72-c/marathon+08+%233.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3940056612736600926</id><published>2008-09-25T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T13:59:57.615-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring It On! Mom's Brag Book-- More to come on my other athletes too</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv63hdwjFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ib3R2MoIYDE/s1600-h/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv63hdwjFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ib3R2MoIYDE/s400/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250065622413380690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv6sCz8V2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FRNt4tSmDzE/s1600-h/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv6sCz8V2I/AAAAAAAAAL0/FRNt4tSmDzE/s400/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250065425206368098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv6hgCtiyI/AAAAAAAAALs/TcwGt1kXuQA/s1600-h/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv6hgCtiyI/AAAAAAAAALs/TcwGt1kXuQA/s400/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250065244074380066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit we are a bit over-scheduled right now, but it is fun! Malachi is learning many new things about being in a carseat as we drive from one practice to another... He is being so good about it all. Nehemiah, Anna and Rebekah are in soccer. Nehemiah is running some with the cross -country team and Lydia is in volleyball. There is band for my older two and they have to be to school 45 minutes early twice a week ( yes, I am their bus driver to and from school) and then the girls are all in piano once a week. I did not intend for the calendar to be this filled, but am also not sure how to stop it now. We are 4 weeks into and so it is not much longer and life will be a bit more slow. One things that has happened that has been really fun for Nehemiah is that Rebekah's soccer team has had some coach trouble and he has had to step up and run whole practices by himself and takes half of the team at games. I never knew he would be able to handle all of this, even at my ripe age I would be pretty unsure of what to do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;( these photos were taken by Don Best, a dad on the team with a great skill for photography)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3940056612736600926?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3940056612736600926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3940056612736600926' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3940056612736600926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3940056612736600926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/09/bring-it-on-moms-brag-book-more-to-come.html' title='Bring It On! Mom&apos;s Brag Book-- More to come on my other athletes too'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNv63hdwjFI/AAAAAAAAAL8/Ib3R2MoIYDE/s72-c/nehemiah+soccer+7th+grade+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1105504603294719611</id><published>2008-09-22T00:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T00:36:43.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi at 18 months --</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNdH_34onRI/AAAAAAAAALU/usa7gDqQd4M/s1600-h/malachi+8-19+pjs+and+hat.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNdH_34onRI/AAAAAAAAALU/usa7gDqQd4M/s400/malachi+8-19+pjs+and+hat.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248743053382425874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Malachi has been home for 6 months now. He was wearing 9 months clothes when we met him and is now pushing his way out of 24 months... he is growing and seems so healthy now. With the kids back in school Malachi and I have had lots of time together and I can really tell a new level of bonding taking place. It was severly halted when I was sick and he stayed with my mom. She is still the love of his life, but at least now I am on his radar:) He is calling me "mama" now and will kiss us all freely. He loves to be touched and have his back patted and rubbed. He is beginning to settle in and loves the daily routine. I always thought when I got home with Malachi it would just feel so natural and just regular. However, if I am honest in a painful part of my heart, I must say for a long time I felt like I was babysitting someones else's baby. He was not comfortable with me and I could not comfort him the way a mother does. Now that is all changing and I do feel like he is my son and even forget all we have been through this past 6 months. I think sometimes this part of the story is lost in adoption and so I had no idea that this could happen and is actually quite normal. I am head over heels in love with him and can't imagine a day without him in our lives. The kids are still thinking he is just about the BEST thing in life and I often have to beg hugs off of them as Malachi gets most of the loving from them these days:) His litle giggle lights up our days and today my heart melted when I picked him up at church. They told him his mommy was here to pick him up and he ran as fast as he could towards the door with his arms lifted up high for me to pick him up...  I had such warmth in my heart as I picked him up thinking, "Here is my boy...here is my baby boy!" .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1105504603294719611?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1105504603294719611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1105504603294719611' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1105504603294719611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1105504603294719611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/09/malachi-at-18-months.html' title='Malachi at 18 months --'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SNdH_34onRI/AAAAAAAAALU/usa7gDqQd4M/s72-c/malachi+8-19+pjs+and+hat.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3717352308605322240</id><published>2008-09-02T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T09:00:28.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SL1iF1T4VdI/AAAAAAAAALM/ho1FFtz96Vk/s1600-h/First+day+of+school+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SL1iF1T4VdI/AAAAAAAAALM/ho1FFtz96Vk/s400/First+day+of+school+2008.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241453393678456274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can this be that summer is over already? I truly miss my kids when school starts and it is always difficult to accept that they are getting so big. I have my baby starting Junior High this year. I can remember that day in my own life like yesterday. Then Lydia is starting 5th grade. I started teaching 5th grade when I was 23 and it is crazy that my second child is now that old. I remember thinking how old the parents were when I was teaching, yet NOW I do not feel that old at all:) Then Anna is in 4th grade and Rebekah is in 2nd. When I was having Nehemiah a cousin of mine told me that, " The days are long, but the seasons are short. " I grasp that more than ever now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3717352308605322240?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3717352308605322240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3717352308605322240' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3717352308605322240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3717352308605322240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/09/first-day-of-school.html' title='First Day of School'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SL1iF1T4VdI/AAAAAAAAALM/ho1FFtz96Vk/s72-c/First+day+of+school+2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5337729302273181988</id><published>2008-08-29T16:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:29:16.668-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Girl and Her Horse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SLiDUEVOqbI/AAAAAAAAALE/yZhCFv9s09s/s1600-h/lydia+and+smore+2008.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SLiDUEVOqbI/AAAAAAAAALE/yZhCFv9s09s/s400/lydia+and+smore+2008.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240082547228977586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Smore and Lydia. Lydia's heart is fed by being with horses. When she was little she always dreamed of horses, not about being a princess, but about being on a horse and riding into the sunset. A family at the school our kids go to have an amazing horse farm appropriately names, "Heavenly Ranch" and they were kind enough to let her start riding before the age they usually accept riders. While we were in Ethiopia the first love of her life, Razen, died suddenly. The owner of the farm knew Lydia needed to get on a horse soon and fall in love again. We are not able to afford lessons right now, but she was able to go to two lessons before school. All I can say is that Lydia is smitten again. My girl is so content when it comes to being with horses-- she is in her element and her soul is being fed. I am thankful that she has found a passion in her life already and knows she needs to do something with horses when she grows up. She is even talking about helping orphans and foster children this way. It will be so fun to see how God uses this in her. Today her trainer said she really does have a natural ability. The horse almost threw her off today as he was spooked pretty seriously. She held on and directed the horse back around. The momma in me wanted to take her off the horse and never put her back on:) But she did GREAT and even the other riders around were amazed that such a young girl could handle such a situation. I guess it is called, " She has a good seat" when something like that happens. I admired her courage and desire to continue on with her lesson. I am so thankful for this family and the way the trainer has helped me understand this is a love in Lydia that will not go away and we need to continue to feed her:) It is so strange to see your child growing into this person with  her own character that you know is from God.  I sit in amazement as I am such a broken mom and yet God is still pouring out His love on my children despite my shortcomings. GO LYDIA!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-5337729302273181988?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5337729302273181988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5337729302273181988' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5337729302273181988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5337729302273181988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/08/girl-and-her-horse.html' title='A Girl and Her Horse'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SLiDUEVOqbI/AAAAAAAAALE/yZhCFv9s09s/s72-c/lydia+and+smore+2008.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3598294232625800450</id><published>2008-08-21T01:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T16:28:30.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers For Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SK0rqawTn5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IZF-VtJ4Mfo/s1600-h/brothers+8-08.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SK0rqawTn5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IZF-VtJ4Mfo/s400/brothers+8-08.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236889949438189458" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3598294232625800450?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3598294232625800450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3598294232625800450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3598294232625800450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3598294232625800450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/08/brothers-for-life_21.html' title='Brothers For Life'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SK0rqawTn5I/AAAAAAAAAK4/IZF-VtJ4Mfo/s72-c/brothers+8-08.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7650533457252224703</id><published>2008-08-21T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T01:20:34.896-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>Fourteen Years of Fireworks and Anniversaries:)</title><content type='html'>&lt;A href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SK0h_Nb3spI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_2UMYKrWmBU/s1600-h/butchart+dinner.jpg"&gt;&lt;IMG id=BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236879311523787410 style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SK0h_Nb3spI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_2UMYKrWmBU/s400/butchart+dinner.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/A&gt; This past weekend Aser and I got away, just the two of us, for three nights! Yep-- that is one of our longest times away ever. So much has happened this year that it was great to have time to talk and eat and just hang out with no worries about time. We also walked and walked sometimes up until midnight just soaking in the time. I just love my time with us and remembering, living and dreaming about the future... the time flew,and had the most wonderful fireworks display I have ever seen following this picnic on the grass.  All of the kids did great and LOVED being with grandma for that long. She is amazing and had special things planned each day. However, it has been hard on Malachi having us back as he is very attached to my mom after being with her for a whole month. He says "mamama" for grandma and will call her and look for her throughout the day. It does break my heart, but at the same time in is wonderful he is so loved by her and so attached and I know it time he will fall into the comfort of this whole family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7650533457252224703?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7650533457252224703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7650533457252224703' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7650533457252224703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7650533457252224703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/08/fourteen-years-of-fireworks-and.html' title='Fourteen Years of Fireworks and Anniversaries:)'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SK0h_Nb3spI/AAAAAAAAAKo/_2UMYKrWmBU/s72-c/butchart+dinner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3088874143804745585</id><published>2008-08-18T17:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T18:01:45.429-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Uplifting News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SKoXvagyvqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/frBf9feMHQ4/s1600-h/kary+after+surgery+8-18.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SKoXvagyvqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/frBf9feMHQ4/s400/kary+after+surgery+8-18.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236023620109778594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good news finally! Kary,my baby brother by 13 months, had surgery this morning to let him use his stomach again. His tumor is twice the size of normal pancrease tumors and had closed up his stomach and he has been unable to eat or drink for almost three weeks now. He has had a patch of nutrients being fed to him, but he weighs less than I do now and is 6'3--ouch!!! Today the doctor said he saw no signs of cancer in any other organs and this tumor is shrinking. When he flies back to Tulsa after coming home later this week, they may be able to remove the tumor completely, Of course this is what we want so badly for him because then there is the chance of beating this horrid cancer. My brother is so strong and God is with him in ways that are so clear. Being in the Bible Belt of America right now people will come out of the woodwork and approach him to pray over him. They don't even ask what is wrong, but want to pray. This has been very powerful for my brother and his wife. There have been many answers to prayer along the way, but it is such a hard road with Kary being sick most days. This weekend there was fear that they would have to postpone the surgery as he was fighting infections and low blood counts, but they came back up and so things like this remind us that God is in control. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can I just say that I HATE cancer?.... After losing my dad cancer became such a reality. Then in the past three weeks I have had two more friend's husbands diagnosed with cancer as well. It seems so much of my prayers are about cancer healing these days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have so much to post later about the kids with pictures-- will do it soon I promise!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-3088874143804745585?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3088874143804745585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3088874143804745585' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3088874143804745585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3088874143804745585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/08/uplifting-news.html' title='Uplifting News!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SKoXvagyvqI/AAAAAAAAAKg/frBf9feMHQ4/s72-c/kary+after+surgery+8-18.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2669321601060398665</id><published>2008-08-04T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-05T00:17:40.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Anna--Wonderful, Funny, Smart, and so so Loving and Caring</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SJf-hJgad2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/oXl0X2VkYAA/s1600-h/anna%27s+9th+birhtday+pix.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SJf-hJgad2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/oXl0X2VkYAA/s320/anna%27s+9th+birhtday+pix.bmp" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5230929337655129954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anna turned 9 on Friday! I just can't believe how big she is getting. She brings so much fun and laughter to our family. She has such a solid sense of wisdom and discretion. She was baptized this year at her request... She loves God with her Full Being. She truly challenges me with her questions and faith. I am still amazed that God has let me be her mom. Here is a song she made a dance to celebrate her day:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-26c52052a30bd169" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26c52052a30bd169%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CDF1AFA98923F07B55EEE0AF382EB69B3E61E12.F1CFEDB2DAB81E5B78658FB1D3EDB111001119D%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26c52052a30bd169%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DltYmPI8u4sRJvCNy9Cj22CoRZBw&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v20.nonxt7.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D26c52052a30bd169%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D3CDF1AFA98923F07B55EEE0AF382EB69B3E61E12.F1CFEDB2DAB81E5B78658FB1D3EDB111001119D%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D26c52052a30bd169%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DltYmPI8u4sRJvCNy9Cj22CoRZBw&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2669321601060398665?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=26c52052a30bd169&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2669321601060398665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2669321601060398665' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2669321601060398665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2669321601060398665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-anna-wonderful-funny-smart-and-so-so.html' title='My Anna--Wonderful, Funny, Smart, and so so Loving and Caring'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SJf-hJgad2I/AAAAAAAAAKY/oXl0X2VkYAA/s72-c/anna%27s+9th+birhtday+pix.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1163828113875687867</id><published>2008-07-25T19:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T19:06:53.366-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Laughing to Fit In:)</title><content type='html'>Malachi is so funny and is always laughing when the kids laugh. We tried to catch it on tape, but it does not show how funny he can be. He is precious and so happy. He loves to laugh and laugh! He tries very hard to be one of the big kids!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-a160180433b87e52" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8844055450438117223</id><published>2008-07-18T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T00:15:43.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Legs Finding Their Strength</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-7fa84dbe805cc749" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8844055450438117223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8844055450438117223' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8844055450438117223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8844055450438117223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/07/little-legs-finding-their-strength.html' title='Little Legs Finding Their Strength'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7257934469082038895</id><published>2008-07-11T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T02:39:53.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>July 10th, 1968 -- Oh Yeah! That Makes ME 40!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-3367282bd9735ce3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3367282bd9735ce3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D497A3754B9E6136344DED2C6A2A970539F650F3E.94334DBAA164CE0CB3F921C1ECA4E17CEA9ED25%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3367282bd9735ce3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwQvURUqD1M2FiRsgNkYo08Sp72Q&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v22.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D3367282bd9735ce3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330412035%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D497A3754B9E6136344DED2C6A2A970539F650F3E.94334DBAA164CE0CB3F921C1ECA4E17CEA9ED25%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D3367282bd9735ce3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DwQvURUqD1M2FiRsgNkYo08Sp72Q&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family has made me feel more special than I have deserved. I will share more later as tomorrow we are off to look at over 10 lighthouses. I just love lighthouses!( we will be covering about 800 miles in two days) So this is a big treat for me! I also got to go with my one and only guy to my favorite breakfast joint and have raspberry crepes at the Original Pancake House-- that was wonderful! Then my mom took me to The Chart House-- I have not been there since I was suffering from prego sickness with Nehemiah ( yeah that would have been in my 20's). My mom had even arranged for my name and birthday to be printed on my menu:)  and then I had two hours to shop by myself with a giftcard I have had about 7 months so that was fun. My mom had us all over for dinner and so this video was from her house. I had more cards, hugs and sweet words from my kids and hubby than I can count. My mom can't believe she is old enough to have a daughter who is 40 now. After being so sick and wondering if I would be here I can say I am truly jumping up and down to be 40 and be SO ALIVE:) Yeah, I have to overlook skin that is starting to do the aging thing and veins that are popping out on legs that used to be smooth...but this has helped me see the bigger picture in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lighthouses here we come!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7257934469082038895?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=3367282bd9735ce3&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7257934469082038895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7257934469082038895' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7257934469082038895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7257934469082038895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-10th-1968-oh-yeah-that-makes-me-40.html' title='July 10th, 1968 -- Oh Yeah! That Makes ME 40!'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7716189661543271903</id><published>2008-07-06T14:44:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T23:53:14.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought for Today</title><content type='html'>I loved a quote our pastor read today from Wells...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Prayer is rebellion against the status quo!" &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brother is receiving two kinds of chemo and one type of radiation right now in a port they put in. They are addressing this as aggresively as possible since he is young and has a lot of lean muscle still. They usually would not give so much at once, but this is the best hope for him. He is blessed to be young and strong still. They hope this will either make the tumor disappear, or shrink and then they will give peroidic treatments until there is a cure. This pancreatic cancer is no small can of beans-- One blessing he has found is that he is not in pain as he sees with other pancreatic patients. Most of them are in distress most of the time and he is relatively pain free, but the treatments do have their impact. Thank you for caring and praying!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will post new pictures of all of my babes soon... I am enjoying them so much this summer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7716189661543271903?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7716189661543271903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7716189661543271903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7716189661543271903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7716189661543271903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/07/thought-for-today.html' title='Thought for Today'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2518922417853442420</id><published>2008-06-27T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T20:21:32.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here is what is NEW</title><content type='html'>Just a little update on my brother Kary. Today he met with many different doctors and nutrionists. This place is very focused on meeting the needs of the patient entirely. He has a counselor and pastor assigned to him and they go to laugh therapy to get the great endorphines working. They look at all medicines and natural therapies as well and everyone that is there loves God..doesn't get much better than this for cancer help. So far the plan is to have immediate bypass surgery ( this is not the big surgery yet) and will have fractionalized chemo starting right away too. He will be there for 4-5 weeks to have this done. He will come home for two weeks and then return for another month for radiation and then they will decide about the BIG surgery. He will also be receiving natural supplements and feedings too so he will not lose more weight. It is great because here in Washington and Oregon they wanted to spread everything out over many months and that just gives the cancer more time to spread. They said he is young enough to handle the intensity of a more aggressive treatment:) That is just what we wanted to hear. You can pray for their daughter Brittany as she will be apart from them for quite awhile with my mom. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, my liver has continued to cooperate and the levels are returning much more to normal. They said in one month I should be back to normal levels and then we will start to work on my chronic anemia and weird blood. I am having an MRI to make sure the spot on my liver is nothing. I am choosing not to be fearful over that!!! I truly never dreamed I would have a blog and then on top of that be writing about my LIVER!???! Life is strange:) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we are so thankful we just received word that our friend Delynn, who is in Ethiopia adopting Dawit ( age 6) is doing great. Her new son has taken to her with open arms and keeps asking when they are going home to America. She is a first time mom and so we are so thankful that things are going great! He loves to ride bikes and his mom is an avid rider--perfect!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2518922417853442420?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2518922417853442420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2518922417853442420' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2518922417853442420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2518922417853442420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/06/here-is-what-is-new.html' title='Here is what is NEW'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4064819025918855338</id><published>2008-06-25T00:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:46:00.650-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi's First Slide Ride--Hold On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3sQ3SkzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CiDphKiabUw/s1600-h/malachi+slide+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3sQ3SkzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CiDphKiabUw/s320/malachi+slide+3.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215722183284921138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3gn9Y02I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_pPnlZOIr_o/s1600-h/malachi+and+slide+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3gn9Y02I/AAAAAAAAAKA/_pPnlZOIr_o/s320/malachi+and+slide+2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215721983326081890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3WrVc2XI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FZi36VdpqIw/s1600-h/malachi+and+first+time+on+slide.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3WrVc2XI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/FZi36VdpqIw/s320/malachi+and+first+time+on+slide.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215721812433623410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4064819025918855338?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4064819025918855338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4064819025918855338' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4064819025918855338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4064819025918855338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/06/malachis-first-slide-ride-hold-on.html' title='Malachi&apos;s First Slide Ride--Hold On'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH3sQ3SkzI/AAAAAAAAAKI/CiDphKiabUw/s72-c/malachi+slide+3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7172823473394118351</id><published>2008-06-25T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T00:41:37.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Brave Brother</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH2onhon_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/IePVUsODpXk/s1600-h/kary+and+family+send+off.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH2onhon_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/IePVUsODpXk/s320/kary+and+family+send+off.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215721021137002482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH0xnC6NNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TECOieml4vQ/s1600-h/KAry+on+way+to+Tulsa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH0xnC6NNI/AAAAAAAAAJo/TECOieml4vQ/s320/KAry+on+way+to+Tulsa.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215718976603698386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of my amazing brother Kary and his wife Regina and Brittany ( 8 years old) this past Sunday as we had a family get together to send him off to Tulsa Oklahoma for his cancer treatment. He is so peaceful to be around and such a fighter. He is an engineer and is approaching this treatment in much the same way he works his math formulas and planning. If anyone can beat this with God's guidance it will be my little brother. We are 13 months apart and he was always the one that did well in everything. The teachers were always so happy when I would take a class after him and I would have to quickly explain that my brother and I are very different. I saw school in such a more social way than he did:)  I was always proud of him, and his courage has made me more proud of him than ever. Thank you for your prayers!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7172823473394118351?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7172823473394118351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7172823473394118351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7172823473394118351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7172823473394118351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-brave-brother.html' title='My Brave Brother'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SGH2onhon_I/AAAAAAAAAJw/IePVUsODpXk/s72-c/kary+and+family+send+off.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7059003694926884037</id><published>2008-06-22T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T13:59:15.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In His Shadow</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SF68q_1-UII/AAAAAAAAAJg/Pv8iEWOqgvY/s1600-h/family+picture+2008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SF68q_1-UII/AAAAAAAAAJg/Pv8iEWOqgvY/s320/family+picture+2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214812865419956354" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been finding such comfort knowing we are truly in God's shadow. Psalm 91 lets us know that we are as HIS baby bird in a nest completely covered by HIM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7059003694926884037?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7059003694926884037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7059003694926884037' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7059003694926884037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7059003694926884037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/06/in-his-shadow.html' title='In His Shadow'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SF68q_1-UII/AAAAAAAAAJg/Pv8iEWOqgvY/s72-c/family+picture+2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-8381714585816137238</id><published>2008-06-20T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:03:08.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing is Everything--- or is it?</title><content type='html'>Today we found out that my brother's tumor is cancer. He is so strong and has a good outlook. They have had nothing but doom and gloom from the doctors here so he will leave on Tuesday for Tulsa to Cancer Treatment Centers of America. This is a wonderful place and my dad had treatments there too. We only wish this had been the first line of defense so my brother is going to make this his first. They are cutting edge, but look at the whole health picture and love God so we are thankful Please pray for him to have complete healing and comfort for our family-- this is very hard on my mom and his wife as you can imagine. Brittany will be staying with my mom most of the time so that will be nice and the kids are going to church day camp next week together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The day in May I was rushed to the hospital is the day we were going to sign our acceptance papers for moving to Ethiopia. Aser even had to call and let them know it would not be faxed back that day as we had an emergency. The day before we had made an official announcement for us that we would be moving to Ethiopia and Aser would be building the translation center for Wycliffe Bible Translators and I would be teaching at the SIM school called Bingham Academy. We were going to live on the  compound of the school and have to be there by August 11th. This would have been a whirlwind, but it seemed like God was laying such a clear path for us to move and then BAM we hit a brick wall that we could not avoid. It is going to take me up to 3 months to regain my total strength and I need to still figure out my blood stuff. Then when my brother was diagnosed we knew for sure we would not be moving to Ethiopia soon. I am not sure why God led us to the doorstep of Ethiopia and then the door would not unlock. Was He seeing if were willing to sell everything and step out in faith? Is it that we may still go, but now is not the time? I can rest knowing that God is in control, but sometimes it would be so much easier seeing a plot map detailing His will. I can still smell Ethiopia and see the vividness of it all. It seems easier to stay here with five children, but there is still such an ache in my heart for Addis Ababa. Just knowing that if I was an Ethiopian woman and got as sick as I did and did not have access to such great care and tranfusions I may have become a stastic-- it really makes you think about the suffering there. We will see where God leads us and I hope we will be open enough to still hear His voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers--&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-8381714585816137238?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/8381714585816137238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=8381714585816137238' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8381714585816137238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/8381714585816137238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/06/timing-is-everything-or-is-it.html' title='Timing is Everything--- or is it?'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6958418196323724036</id><published>2008-06-12T23:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-13T04:27:45.901-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are begging for prayers in our family right now</title><content type='html'>I am sorry this has not been updated recently. I, Kimberly, have Hepatitis A that resulted from our International Travel Clinic oversight ( that is another story--since I did request it and thought I had it- Even for four days at hospital I told the doctors, " Oh yeah I am sure I had it!" ). Malachi was positive and his doctor missed it on him since they had such a hard time getting any blood when he first arrived. My liver enzymes have started to turn the corner now and I am still very yellow with intense itching. I have never felt anything like this before-- it is even under toenails at times. I am very slowly getting my strength back. Three weeks ago they were telling me I probably had a cancer that was not very treatable so I have been very thankful that this is something I will conquer with little side effects. It may take 3-6 months, but much better than the original prognosis. However, HERE IS WHAT WE ARE BEGGING FOR YOU TO COME ALONGSIDE AND PRAY WITH US FOR: &lt;br /&gt;My younger brother Kary, age 38, was rushed into the hospital two days ago and they have been doing all kinds of tests on him. He has lost about 30 pounds lately and has not been feeling well in his stomach. Well late this evening we received word that they found tumors on his pancreas. We are hoping tomorrow they will go in and do a biopsy and then by early next week we will know exactly what we are dealing with. They did say he will have chemo no matter what which leads us to believe this is a cancer. We are stunned! My poor mother who has been caring for Malachi for me while I have been sick lost my father to cancer only 7 years ago-- this is so very hard on her. Kary is married and his wife Regina has a daughter that my brother has taken as his own. He is such a wonderful man and I am in agony over his pain and prognosis. WE NEED A MIRACLE and I do know God provides those. Thank you for once again praying for our family. He is a hospital right now in Vancouver, but will probably come over to the Portland side. God is faithful and I know we do not understand His plans, but I pray for mercy and grace over my brother right now. PSALMS 91!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6958418196323724036?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6958418196323724036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6958418196323724036' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6958418196323724036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6958418196323724036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/06/we-are-begging-for-prayers-in-our.html' title='We are begging for prayers in our family right now'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2741157821687144174</id><published>2008-05-27T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T18:03:53.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>We can't begin to thank everyone for their outreach of love and prayers at this time. Thank you for the help with food and groceries. Kimberly had more blood drawn today. Her liver is swollen to the point that it makes it uncomfortable to walk and get around. She is swollen as well from the liquids pooling in her legs and abdomen with an almost constant fever. The next appointment is on Thursday morning with one of the doctors who was on her team at the hospital. We are praying for another miracle and that this will leave as quickly as it came.Also, please pray that the spot on her liver disappears. The best case scenario the doctor said it could be several weeks until her energy starts to return. THANK YOU and we wish we could thank each one of you in person for your prayers and help.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2741157821687144174?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2741157821687144174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2741157821687144174' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2741157821687144174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2741157821687144174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/05/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7144387050835150529</id><published>2008-05-01T18:13:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T18:19:00.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>" I just have to live in Ethiopia"</title><content type='html'>Anna never ceases to amaze me. Today she was talking about a paper she had to write about the best country to live in. The teacher had them write about America and there were some wonderful things written about our freedoms here. Then I was telling Anna how blessed we are and she said, " Well, when I grow -up I just have to live in Ethiopia!" In a more determined voice, " I NEED to live in Addis when I am big!"  I asked her why and she so surprised me on this one..."The donkeys of course!" Then she said she will adopt 10 children who are 14 who will not be adoptable due to their age when she is there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mind of a child. She does remind me she wants to be a nurse or doctor to help the people in Ethiopia. She has also added that she will be a writer so she can share what she sees. This is what I am used to hearing from her so I so enjoyed hearing her thinking today:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7144387050835150529?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7144387050835150529/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7144387050835150529' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7144387050835150529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7144387050835150529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/05/i-just-have-to-live-in-ethiopia.html' title='&quot; I just have to live in Ethiopia&quot;'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6473197793007100814</id><published>2008-04-26T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-26T00:24:54.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerous Surrender--Kay Warren</title><content type='html'>http://www.kaywarren.com/chapterdownloads.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Clicking on chapter samples will get you a read you won't soon forget! May God use us in the way He wants...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6473197793007100814?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6473197793007100814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6473197793007100814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6473197793007100814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6473197793007100814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/dangerous-surrender-kay-warren.html' title='Dangerous Surrender--Kay Warren'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5607739270166295022</id><published>2008-04-22T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T23:24:47.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outdoor school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nehemiah'/><title type='text'>Off He Walked...</title><content type='html'>Today as my son walked down the path to his cabin at Outdoor School I could not help but to feel so proud of the young man he is becoming. Just a few months ago he did not think he could do this. He has never been gone this long from home or had to be so self-sufficient. However, with a brave face and a smile he walked with his gear in hand. I so much wanted to run and carry his things for him and set up his bed...However, I knew I must let go and that it is a series of these painful and yet wonderful moments that will make him a man. I have had to wipe a few tears this evening, but I am staying busy praying for him to have a great time and to come home safe. I once again realize how much I enjoy his company as I see his things throughout the house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-5607739270166295022?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5607739270166295022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5607739270166295022' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5607739270166295022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5607739270166295022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/off-he-walked.html' title='Off He Walked...'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4108565993954450654</id><published>2008-04-19T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-19T13:38:32.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats Off To You Precious Malachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApYE_e-sEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FQLDv9aKEWs/s1600-h/DSC01185.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApYE_e-sEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FQLDv9aKEWs/s200/DSC01185.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191058363282010178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApX1ve-sDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZvFGjfCH8Sc/s1600-h/DSC01184.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApX1ve-sDI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ZvFGjfCH8Sc/s200/DSC01184.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191058101289005106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApXnPe-sCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/auUEHJQPzZk/s1600-h/DSC01178.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApXnPe-sCI/AAAAAAAAAI4/auUEHJQPzZk/s200/DSC01178.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191057852180901922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApW9Pe-sAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PgmqLHUOU1s/s1600-h/DSC01179.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191057130626396162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApW9Pe-sAI/AAAAAAAAAIo/PgmqLHUOU1s/s200/DSC01179.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApWmve-r_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AcoCFrMs6yY/s1600-h/DSC01188.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5191056744079339506" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApWmve-r_I/AAAAAAAAAIg/AcoCFrMs6yY/s200/DSC01188.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/5894981797046582273-4108565993954450654?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4108565993954450654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4108565993954450654' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4108565993954450654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4108565993954450654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/hats-off-to-you-precious-malachi.html' title='Hats Off To You Precious Malachi'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SApYE_e-sEI/AAAAAAAAAJI/FQLDv9aKEWs/s72-c/DSC01185.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6954066189813239387</id><published>2008-04-15T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T00:23:59.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Make sure the bubble is completely filled-in</title><content type='html'>My children are taking SAT's this week at school. Tonight at dinner we had a great conversation that quite frankly I felt a knot in my stomach as my son started to talk about it...but the knot was not needed and at this moment in time I found them to feel very secure in who they are.&lt;br /&gt;My son asked what he should have filled-in for race on the test at school. I did not answer, but asked what he filled -in. With a smile he said African American and paused, then added, " You know I am half-African and half-American, so it fits..." Then my girls started to share their take on all of this. My 4th grader said she left it blank as it does not really matter.( just very matter of fact)  Then my 3rd grader said in her class they told her to fill on one bubble for black and one for white. She thought the whole things was amusing. My 1st grader said her teacher would fill it in for her. She seemed  uninterested in this whole topic. We had some good laughs and my 3rd grader decided next time she will mark "other".&lt;br /&gt;I think what grabbed me is how they do not feel defined by any one of the bubbles and yet are so comfortable with who they are. I am sure it helps to have each other to bounce all of this off of. I know they will go through different times in their lives when it will matter more than now. I often think of dating and wondering what it will be like when my baby is the one someone does not want their son or daughter to date... it may matter more then. Hoping that through these conversations as we go that we can lessen any major self-esteem problems later in life. We do talk VERY openly about race in our home and since Aser grew up around the world his perspective is priceless. So for today I can sleep in peace on this one topic and am thankful that this is not a bubble I have to worry about. Character will be what defines them I hope and not what shade of brown they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6954066189813239387?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6954066189813239387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6954066189813239387' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6954066189813239387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6954066189813239387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/make-sure-bubble-is-completely-filled.html' title='Make sure the bubble is completely filled-in'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-5341494246575586984</id><published>2008-04-14T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T23:53:21.837-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More than I could have asked for</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPxUbg-7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SmOIrsVsljE/s1600-h/picture+for+blog+4-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189360379353955250" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPxUbg-7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SmOIrsVsljE/s320/picture+for+blog+4-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPdUbg-6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QEarxBuKbTc/s1600-h/picture+for+blog+2+on+4-14.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189360035756571554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPdUbg-6I/AAAAAAAAAHw/QEarxBuKbTc/s320/picture+for+blog+2+on+4-14.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPI0bg-5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/x3PsnlUs9II/s1600-h/picture+for+blog3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189359683569253266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPI0bg-5I/AAAAAAAAAHo/x3PsnlUs9II/s320/picture+for+blog3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SAROykbg-4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5m3XDhloQTE/s1600-h/picture+for+blog+4+(2).jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189359301317163906" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SAROykbg-4I/AAAAAAAAAHg/5m3XDhloQTE/s400/picture+for+blog+4+(2).jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I just can't believe how well my older children have adapted to having a little brother around. They are always wanting to help and play with him. They understand this transition better than I do--truly! They are so loving to Malachi and he adores them right back. They have not complained one time about the changes, even when they have had reason to. I cherish each one of these little hearts-- They are such a blessing to me and I learn so much from them.  I am amazed by their unselfishness... something I still am working on. I feel truly blessed--&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/5894981797046582273-5341494246575586984?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/5341494246575586984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=5341494246575586984' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5341494246575586984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/5341494246575586984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/more-than-i-could-have-asked-for.html' title='More than I could have asked for'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SARPxUbg-7I/AAAAAAAAAH4/SmOIrsVsljE/s72-c/picture+for+blog+4-14.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-6285660328504976683</id><published>2008-04-11T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T17:36:23.672-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and My Guy-- Loving Life with Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SAADgxrH18I/AAAAAAAAAHY/mW8E8tOOiV4/s1600-h/DSC00541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188150632355715010" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SAADgxrH18I/AAAAAAAAAHY/mW8E8tOOiV4/s400/DSC00541.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is us in DC on our way to Ethiopia-- This is actually taken by one of our kids:) I am thankful for the constant love of Aser to our family. We are truly blessed to call him husband and daddy--&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-6285660328504976683?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/6285660328504976683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=6285660328504976683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6285660328504976683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/6285660328504976683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/me-and-my-guy-loving-life-with-him.html' title='Me and My Guy-- Loving Life with Him'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SAADgxrH18I/AAAAAAAAAHY/mW8E8tOOiV4/s72-c/DSC00541.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-4147529600655575710</id><published>2008-04-11T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T13:50:03.284-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Joy Of Malachi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R__O4xrH16I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ls8gzgygmTw/s1600-h/DSC01357.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188092770556303266" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R__O4xrH16I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ls8gzgygmTw/s400/DSC01357.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-4147529600655575710?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/4147529600655575710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=4147529600655575710' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4147529600655575710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/4147529600655575710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/joy-of-malachi.html' title='The Joy Of Malachi'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R__O4xrH16I/AAAAAAAAAHI/ls8gzgygmTw/s72-c/DSC01357.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7980798711876471311</id><published>2008-04-05T01:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T02:07:08.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WISHING FOR A DONKEY ON WALKER ROAD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R_c_DuI8w_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/tOP8XXICxWs/s1600-h/DSC01173_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185682829098140658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R_c_DuI8w_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/tOP8XXICxWs/s320/DSC01173_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The kids LOVED and LOVED again all of the animals on the roads everywhere we went. There were lots of donkeys, goats, and some cows. The dogs are mostly wild dogs that roam the streets. Luckily we never did encounter an unhappy one. It is amazing how the markets continue due to the donkeys bringing in the goods, yet a Mercedes will be stopping to let them cross the road. It was a clash of two worlds. Anna said it best when trying to describe Ethiopia she explained how the old never leaves, but they keep bringing in more modern... then in America we forget the old and only let in the new. She liked having both times represented. I can still hear the sounds of this picture.... very loud, yet somehow peaceful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R_c-duI8w-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AGMcN6UpeR4/s1600-h/DSC01187_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185682176263111650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 182px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 2px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R_c-duI8w-I/AAAAAAAAAGE/AGMcN6UpeR4/s320/DSC01187_1.jpg" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5894981797046582273-7980798711876471311?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7980798711876471311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7980798711876471311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7980798711876471311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7980798711876471311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/04/wishing-for-donkey-on-walker-road.html' title='WISHING FOR A DONKEY ON WALKER ROAD'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R_c_DuI8w_I/AAAAAAAAAGM/tOP8XXICxWs/s72-c/DSC01173_1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-2782393291246278768</id><published>2008-03-30T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T01:21:41.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Appreciation for the Gabi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9L2-I8w9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Vu3P9kLkNCk/s1600-h/DSC01170.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183445103892284370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9L2-I8w9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Vu3P9kLkNCk/s320/DSC01170.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabi Blankets are something I have come to love and find comfort on cold days from. My mother in-law has always kept me well-supplied. When we were in Ethiopia the cotton used on these blankets and clothing is everywhere. We were able to go to a factory where they make these creations and it was amazing. It was all men who worked in this big warehouse with poor lighting and hard working conditions. They do not have modern machines to make this process quick, but take great pride in what they do. They make intricate patterns and it is all done by their hands. The hours it must take for one blanket are hard to guess, yet they cost about $10.00 in US dollars. I would not think this could pay for their efforts and skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9LjuI8w8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uj-pQtSreAY/s1600-h/DSC01171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183444773179802562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9LjuI8w8I/AAAAAAAAAF0/Uj-pQtSreAY/s320/DSC01171.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This man is spooling the thread or cotton. They were so kind to let us in and you could tell it was unusual to have visitors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9LSuI8w7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/9upNHRcqa1g/s1600-h/DSC01168_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183444481122026418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9LSuI8w7I/AAAAAAAAAFs/9upNHRcqa1g/s320/DSC01168_1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think I have any idea how hard  and tedious this work must be-- This was an experience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-2782393291246278768?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/2782393291246278768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=2782393291246278768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2782393291246278768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/2782393291246278768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-appreciation-for-gabi.html' title='New Appreciation for the Gabi'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-9L2-I8w9I/AAAAAAAAAF8/Vu3P9kLkNCk/s72-c/DSC01170.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-7189315983691127513</id><published>2008-03-27T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-29T00:48:15.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glimpses of Ethiopia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQuuI8w6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xic6LKBYrQQ/s1600-h/DSC00886.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182324559809659810" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQuuI8w6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xic6LKBYrQQ/s320/DSC00886.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Touching my heart--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQeeI8w5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/oNsNk2kGbrA/s1600-h/DSC00882.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182324280636785554" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQeeI8w5I/AAAAAAAAAFc/oNsNk2kGbrA/s320/DSC00882.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; These were some of our favorite boys--full of fun and smiles...they had control of the play area!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQNeI8w4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/85ciJ4Mk3Qo/s1600-h/DSC00838.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182323988579009410" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQNeI8w4I/AAAAAAAAAFU/85ciJ4Mk3Qo/s320/DSC00838.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Rebekah hanging out with some of the kids. I don't think they could talk with each other, but she loved being near the children living at Toukoul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-7189315983691127513?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/7189315983691127513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=7189315983691127513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7189315983691127513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/7189315983691127513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/03/glimpses-of-toukoul.html' title='Glimpses of Ethiopia'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-tQuuI8w6I/AAAAAAAAAFk/Xic6LKBYrQQ/s72-c/DSC00886.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-1185763212757865613</id><published>2008-03-24T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T23:24:52.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Grandmas in Ethiopia-- What are the chances?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iZCuI8w3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xFvT9gRbWbY/s1600-h/Malachi+and+waiting+for+him+to+enter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181559643314111346" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iZCuI8w3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xFvT9gRbWbY/s320/Malachi+and+waiting+for+him+to+enter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Aser and I waiting at the meeting room door as they bring Malachi for the first time... those few minutes seemed like a whole day. It was amazing as we saw them enter though:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iYveI8w2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7bjeQxN039Q/s1600-h/malachi+and+ami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181559312601629538" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iYveI8w2I/AAAAAAAAAFE/7bjeQxN039Q/s320/malachi+and+ami.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is Aser's mom who lives in Addis Ababa. She was very taken with Malachi and he knew just how to snuggle with her--too cute! It was such a blessing to have her there for support and also made our entire trip so perfect. She even outfitted our guesthouse with a coffee pot and Ethiopian coffee for me. She had even bought new bedspreads for each bed-- better than a hotel:) Such love in her planning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iYdOI8w1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q0MEH_vTrBg/s1600-h/malachi+and+granda+first+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181558999069016914" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iYdOI8w1I/AAAAAAAAAE8/Q0MEH_vTrBg/s320/malachi+and+granda+first+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my mom who traveled from Oregon with us to meet Malachi. Have I mentioned how much she loved Ethiopia??? She took meticulous notes during our entire trip--only somehow did not return home with them. She had even written down what we ate and what we did each day and hour--- we are very sad about this. It was a treat and blessing to have her with us. The kids have said they can never go back to Ethiopia without grandma too. Thank you Mom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5894981797046582273-1185763212757865613?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/1185763212757865613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=1185763212757865613' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1185763212757865613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/1185763212757865613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/03/two-grandmas-in-ethiopia-what-are.html' title='Two Grandmas in Ethiopia-- What are the chances?'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-iZCuI8w3I/AAAAAAAAAFM/xFvT9gRbWbY/s72-c/Malachi+and+waiting+for+him+to+enter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5894981797046582273.post-3551460124127451641</id><published>2008-03-22T00:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T00:18:31.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Introductions-- Our Five Children</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-SyruI8wzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHRunPZJrCo/s1600-h/malachi+ad++rebekah+1st+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180461935572599602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-SyruI8wzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHRunPZJrCo/s400/malachi+ad++rebekah+1st+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-Sx--I8wyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z8NsjYryXAA/s1600-h/malachi+first+day.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180461166773453602" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-Sx--I8wyI/AAAAAAAAAEk/z8NsjYryXAA/s400/malachi+first+day.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This was our first time meeting Malachi! How exciting to be together as a family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5894981797046582273-3551460124127451641?l=selahatlast.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/feeds/3551460124127451641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5894981797046582273&amp;postID=3551460124127451641' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3551460124127451641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5894981797046582273/posts/default/3551460124127451641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://selahatlast.blogspot.com/2008/03/first-introductions-our-five-children.html' title='First Introductions-- Our Five Children'/><author><name>Selah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04631736255564266341</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/SDIGUUgIYHI/AAAAAAAAAJY/6P4mBwdZC3Q/S220/family+picture+2008.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5hlgyQ2lwBM/R-SyruI8wzI/AAAAAAAAAEs/rHRunPZJrCo/s72-c/malachi+ad++rebekah+1st+day.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
