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		<title>By: Mary Gay</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mary Gay</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 08 Mar 2010 07:24:51 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>You are a blessing ;)</description>
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		<title>By: Mr. Mary</title>
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		<dc:creator>Mr. Mary</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 15:47:43 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am constantly amazed by how God keeps using this wonderful person to reach out to others when prompted by God.  OH, what would happen if we all heard and listened to God&#039;s voice.  
Thank you for sharing this story Karen.  Mary did tell me but it is so much better to see it from your perspective.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am constantly amazed by how God keeps using this wonderful person to reach out to others when prompted by God.  OH, what would happen if we all heard and listened to God&#8217;s voice.<br />
Thank you for sharing this story Karen.  Mary did tell me but it is so much better to see it from your perspective.</p>
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		<title>By: EaglesWings</title>
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		<dc:creator>EaglesWings</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 06 Mar 2010 01:24:40 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I am so sorry you had a rough week....it always seems that way the attack before the ministry.  Must have had a really awesome bible study &amp; the conference must be going to touch a lot of people..will be praying for you - for the conference.!

Thanks for being real, I had a tough week with my oldest and I had a melt down with him too - not responding in a manner that I like to him. :-(

I love those God moments, I&#039;ve shared with you before how I&#039;ve had the opportunity to bless.  Sunday I just felt like I was supposed to take lunch to my sons preschool teachers on Monday.  While asleep, I woke up laughing ... that she had forgotten her lunch on Monday.  When Monday came I took in lunch to them - Jenny says &quot;you do hear from God&quot;  all I brought was a can of soup off the shelf today I forgot to pack a lunch.  
I love when God does that kinda stuff!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am so sorry you had a rough week&#8230;.it always seems that way the attack before the ministry.  Must have had a really awesome bible study &amp; the conference must be going to touch a lot of people..will be praying for you &#8211; for the conference.!</p>
<p>Thanks for being real, I had a tough week with my oldest and I had a melt down with him too &#8211; not responding in a manner that I like to him. <img src='http://karenehman.com/home/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_sad.gif' alt=':-(' class='wp-smiley' /> </p>
<p>I love those God moments, I&#8217;ve shared with you before how I&#8217;ve had the opportunity to bless.  Sunday I just felt like I was supposed to take lunch to my sons preschool teachers on Monday.  While asleep, I woke up laughing &#8230; that she had forgotten her lunch on Monday.  When Monday came I took in lunch to them &#8211; Jenny says &#8220;you do hear from God&#8221;  all I brought was a can of soup off the shelf today I forgot to pack a lunch.<br />
I love when God does that kinda stuff!</p>
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		<title>By: kimberlee</title>
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		<dc:creator>kimberlee</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 21:56:46 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is so awesome!! God is amazing how He works!!</description>
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		<title>By: Jessica</title>
		<link>http://karenehman.com/home/2010/03/05/on-promptings-and-posies/comment-page-1/#comment-18909</link>
		<dc:creator>Jessica</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 21:42:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>So sorry you&#039;ve had one of those weeks, Karen!  I&#039;m hoping I get into your workshop at the conference--I&#039;m attending Friday.  :)  Oh, and happy early birthday!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>So sorry you&#8217;ve had one of those weeks, Karen!  I&#8217;m hoping I get into your workshop at the conference&#8211;I&#8217;m attending Friday.  <img src='http://karenehman.com/home/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' />   Oh, and happy early birthday!</p>
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		<title>By: Gaylene</title>
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		<dc:creator>Gaylene</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 21:41:31 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Just....... thank you for sharing, for being so open! God knew I needed right now to read this and I don&#039;t even know you nor have ever heard you speak, but I love you and your heart!

Blessings!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just&#8230;&#8230;. thank you for sharing, for being so open! God knew I needed right now to read this and I don&#8217;t even know you nor have ever heard you speak, but I love you and your heart!</p>
<p>Blessings!</p>
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		<title>By: Becky</title>
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		<dc:creator>Becky</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 18:31:57 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I didn&#039;t receive this week, the really cool part is I got to bless someone.  I retired five years ago.  I miss the people in my office but I also moved and do not get the chance to see or visit them.  Last week one day the name of the one of my favorite office friends came to mind.  Out of the blue!  I had been the one to hire her and was I ever so blessed when God sent her my way.  So, I sent her an email.  It was near the first anniversary of her Mother&#039;s death.  I was so thrilled that God let me participate in His blessing.  Grace and peace to both of you.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I didn&#8217;t receive this week, the really cool part is I got to bless someone.  I retired five years ago.  I miss the people in my office but I also moved and do not get the chance to see or visit them.  Last week one day the name of the one of my favorite office friends came to mind.  Out of the blue!  I had been the one to hire her and was I ever so blessed when God sent her my way.  So, I sent her an email.  It was near the first anniversary of her Mother&#8217;s death.  I was so thrilled that God let me participate in His blessing.  Grace and peace to both of you.</p>
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		<title>By: Crystal</title>
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		<dc:creator>Crystal</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Fri, 05 Mar 2010 16:06:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Oh Karen! THANK YOU so much for sharing this. Two weeks ago today I had a meltdown when I dropped my youngest off at preschool. It was the fourth day in a row that I had forgotten some major thing with my children, in addition to the fact that my college student was sick and had asked for some time with me and I felt terribly guilty as I told her I could not spare time from work to come and see her. That Friday when I realized that it was pajama day and I had not remembered -  seeing my sweet little girl trying so hard not to cry - well that was the straw the broke the camel&#039;s back. I lost it. I cried so hard and blubbered and apparently talked about my &quot;difficult life&quot; that those around me thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. My husband even had to leave work to pick her up and take care of things the rest of the day. I was sent home (though I could barely drive through the tears) and I spent the rest of the day lying in my bed with my dog and cried until 9 pm that night (YUP - I cried for 10 solid hours!). At which point, I got up and said that my deadline was not going to take care of itself, and I worked until midnight. Saturday I stayed in bed crying until 2 pm when my husband asked me if I could get up and greet the day. It was awful! I don&#039;t remember doing this, but the people who witnessed my crying spell said that I was talking about how I was a failure as a mother, and that I was so tired from working long hours, and that I felt like I was nearly drowning, etc. Well, Friday afternoon, I got a delivery of flowers. YES! It was from one of the other moms at preschool. It was so precious of her to think to do this. And I looked at those flowers and cried some more about how I had been feeling that I lacked beauty in my life. I was tired of the long, gray, dreary winter; tired of my house that we have been adding on to ourselves for the last twelve years; tired of never taking time out to sing or paint or work on a scrapbook - all the things I want to do and enjoy doing but feel they are &quot;extras&quot; when I&#039;m working to help make ends meet. Yes, I threw myself the best pity party ever. But those flowers - deep purple with splashes of yellow - they helped me so much. They helped me to see that God was working through someone else on my behalf. So often, like you, I am the one that people call on and I was feeling a bit burned out. Things are improving now, but my husband is helping to hold me accountable that I really do need to take care of myself more. 
I&#039;m probably blabbering on right now - I&#039;m writing from the library and have only a few minutes left until I pick up at preschool. But thank you for helping me to know that I am not alone.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh Karen! THANK YOU so much for sharing this. Two weeks ago today I had a meltdown when I dropped my youngest off at preschool. It was the fourth day in a row that I had forgotten some major thing with my children, in addition to the fact that my college student was sick and had asked for some time with me and I felt terribly guilty as I told her I could not spare time from work to come and see her. That Friday when I realized that it was pajama day and I had not remembered &#8211;  seeing my sweet little girl trying so hard not to cry &#8211; well that was the straw the broke the camel&#8217;s back. I lost it. I cried so hard and blubbered and apparently talked about my &#8220;difficult life&#8221; that those around me thought I was going to have a nervous breakdown. My husband even had to leave work to pick her up and take care of things the rest of the day. I was sent home (though I could barely drive through the tears) and I spent the rest of the day lying in my bed with my dog and cried until 9 pm that night (YUP &#8211; I cried for 10 solid hours!). At which point, I got up and said that my deadline was not going to take care of itself, and I worked until midnight. Saturday I stayed in bed crying until 2 pm when my husband asked me if I could get up and greet the day. It was awful! I don&#8217;t remember doing this, but the people who witnessed my crying spell said that I was talking about how I was a failure as a mother, and that I was so tired from working long hours, and that I felt like I was nearly drowning, etc. Well, Friday afternoon, I got a delivery of flowers. YES! It was from one of the other moms at preschool. It was so precious of her to think to do this. And I looked at those flowers and cried some more about how I had been feeling that I lacked beauty in my life. I was tired of the long, gray, dreary winter; tired of my house that we have been adding on to ourselves for the last twelve years; tired of never taking time out to sing or paint or work on a scrapbook &#8211; all the things I want to do and enjoy doing but feel they are &#8220;extras&#8221; when I&#8217;m working to help make ends meet. Yes, I threw myself the best pity party ever. But those flowers &#8211; deep purple with splashes of yellow &#8211; they helped me so much. They helped me to see that God was working through someone else on my behalf. So often, like you, I am the one that people call on and I was feeling a bit burned out. Things are improving now, but my husband is helping to hold me accountable that I really do need to take care of myself more.<br />
I&#8217;m probably blabbering on right now &#8211; I&#8217;m writing from the library and have only a few minutes left until I pick up at preschool. But thank you for helping me to know that I am not alone.</p>
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