<?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-1157011399523769836</id><updated>2012-02-17T16:04:29.021-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAILY DIAMONDS</title><subtitle type='html'>DAILY DIAMONDS  Reflecting His Light</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-9070889738740483987</id><published>2012-02-17T16:04:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T16:04:29.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ARCHIVING OLD BLOGS</title><summary type='text'>Beginning today, February 17, 2012, with the exception of http://mylivinglens.blogspot.com/ each of my other blogs will either be archived or completely removed from access, in favor of a new and different way at: http://suesmuse.weebly.com/ Please visit soon and let me know if you like what you see. 



</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/9070889738740483987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2012/02/archiving-old-blogs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/9070889738740483987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/9070889738740483987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2012/02/archiving-old-blogs.html' title='ARCHIVING OLD BLOGS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8980160960624121014</id><published>2011-08-23T16:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-23T16:32:40.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN THE GAP</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0      &lt;![endif]--&gt; Have you ever met a person who has so often “stood in the gap” that you wonder if he/she forgets that is not his/her permanent position?  Do you feel concern that he/she is so used to being a helper that he/she may have forgotten how to allow others to help him/her?  Is there at least a little bit of that in each one of us?  Is it independence </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8980160960624121014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-gap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8980160960624121014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8980160960624121014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/08/in-gap.html' title='IN THE GAP'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2578668589452748974</id><published>2011-07-02T09:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T09:20:55.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REUNION</title><summary type='text'> This morning I was where I could only hear the words coming from the television, but I got the picture anyway. A mother and daughter being reunited for the first time in twenty-three years, the mother was saying, “I can’t wait for her to meet her biological siblings!” The thought raced through my mind, I imagine that’s how God must feel about our gathering in Heaven, as I pictured the joy that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2578668589452748974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-wait-for-reunion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2578668589452748974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2578668589452748974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/07/cant-wait-for-reunion.html' title='CAN’T WAIT FOR THE REUNION'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-5863412236588732610</id><published>2011-05-12T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-13T15:35:20.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WINDBLOWN</title><summary type='text'>The flower and I seemed to have something in common that day. Each of us was at the street’s edge, feeling the effects of being windblown: the flower by the wind of nature and I through the wind of words that, in my eyes, were hurtful.The desert willow blossom reminded me of how I had been feeling: created to add beauty to the world, but plucked from my place, forced to face a different life than</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5863412236588732610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/05/windblown.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5863412236588732610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5863412236588732610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/05/windblown.html' title='WINDBLOWN'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-d551rAcJzEU/Tcu-Ecv63zI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/P_hHJja7Fzw/s72-c/100_5843%2BBLOWN%2BASIDE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-987413791016707449</id><published>2011-04-24T07:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T07:28:08.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHY DO YOU STAND GAZING INTO THE SKY?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/987413791016707449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-do-you-stand-gazing-into-sky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/987413791016707449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/987413791016707449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/04/why-do-you-stand-gazing-into-sky.html' title='WHY DO YOU STAND GAZING INTO THE SKY?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-R9wp5yInA8g/TbQXTr05PEI/AAAAAAAAApE/CiZaVadd8Js/s72-c/100_2813%2BJESUS%2BAROSE%2BMSM%2B4-22-11%2BPS%2BFRAMED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8723330012560543710</id><published>2011-04-15T07:59:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T08:08:40.742-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW HIGH DO MY PRAYERS GO?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever said or heard someone else say, “It seems my prayers are only going as far as the ceiling”? Reading the following verse recently gave me pause for thought: “In the days of his flesh, Jesus offered up prayers and supplications, with loud cries and tears, to him who was able to save him from death, and he was heard because of his reverence.” Hebrews 5:7 (ESV) As we consider what we </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8723330012560543710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-high-do-my-prayers-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8723330012560543710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8723330012560543710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-high-do-my-prayers-go.html' title='HOW HIGH DO MY PRAYERS GO?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7439983395539641644</id><published>2011-03-22T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-22T21:52:57.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BUT GOD, I ASKED FOR A MOCKINGBIRD!</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago I wrote about how much I wanted a mockingbird family to make its home in our front yard tree. It would make me happy if even just one mockingbird would move in and sing. But, mockingbirds come and mockingbirds go. They sit on the branches and sometimes they even sing a song or two, but as long as we and that tree have been here, five years…make it six come May…no nesting mocker </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7439983395539641644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-god-i-asked-for-mockingbird.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7439983395539641644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7439983395539641644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/03/but-god-i-asked-for-mockingbird.html' title='BUT GOD, I ASKED FOR A MOCKINGBIRD!'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-5376174366296016528</id><published>2011-03-20T21:18:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-20T21:29:37.784-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO GOD?</title><summary type='text'>The question was asked today: What is your relationship to God?My response:The image that comes to mind is me as a little child running and reaching my arms up to my Heavenly Father as He walks towards me, holding His arms down, with His hands palms out in a motion that suggests He is eager to scoop me into His arms. After He has lifted me, He presses me against His chest as He walks along </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5376174366296016528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-your-relationship-to-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5376174366296016528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5376174366296016528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-your-relationship-to-god.html' title='WHAT IS YOUR RELATIONSHIP TO GOD?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6971287976837895425</id><published>2011-03-10T09:40:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-10T09:43:56.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LORD, HELP ME WHERE I AM</title><summary type='text'>I am often reminded of a prayer I came across when I most needed it: “Lord, help me to do what I can, where I am, with what I have.” Tucked in, too, are memories of a woman dear to my heart, which showed me that life’s changes could be weathered.A number of years ago, fifteen to be exact, I was quite new in this city. My mother had recently died. Russ, the man at church who has a love for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6971287976837895425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/03/lord-help-me-where-i-am.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6971287976837895425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6971287976837895425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/03/lord-help-me-where-i-am.html' title='LORD, HELP ME WHERE I AM'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-XtCVblZWAFs/TXjxrXlW-jI/AAAAAAAAAck/Ps_F0D0V0t8/s72-c/100_2795%2BMEMORIES%2BSUE%2527S%2BBOUQUET.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8943319741139543812</id><published>2011-02-22T10:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-22T10:33:00.265-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SALTY TEARS</title><summary type='text'>Why do you suppose tears appear on cue when sorrow arises in our hearts? And, if a tear happens to slip into the corner of your mouth before you can catch it in a tissue, have you ever noticed that it has a definite salty taste?As I lay in bed, with a heavy heart at the obvious approach of death of a dear friend, these thoughts invaded what should have been sleepy time. I am convinced that a tear</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8943319741139543812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/02/salty-tears.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8943319741139543812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8943319741139543812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/02/salty-tears.html' title='SALTY TEARS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8420212123312895944</id><published>2011-02-21T14:46:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T14:53:07.963-06:00</updated><title type='text'>MY HEART’S DESIRE</title><summary type='text'>When I was eight or nine years old, I stood outdoors by our country house and prayed that someday I would be a wife and mother, in that order, because, as I explained to God, a baby needed a daddy as well as a mother.At age ten, I thought I had given my life to God.At age seventeen, I was sure I had.Oh, but I had a long way to go!Now, in the early years of my seventh decade, I still have a long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8420212123312895944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-hearts-desire.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8420212123312895944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8420212123312895944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2011/02/my-hearts-desire.html' title='MY HEART’S DESIRE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7964806915593185485</id><published>2010-12-21T06:59:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T07:04:20.899-06:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS</title><summary type='text'>JESUSBorn in a stable,Buried in a tomb;The earth He createdBecame His room.© M. Sue MooreHe [Jesus] was in the world, and the world came into being through him;yet the world did not know him. He came to what was his own,and his own people did not accept him.John 1:10 -11 NRS </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7964806915593185485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7964806915593185485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7964806915593185485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/12/jesus.html' title='JESUS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7059050363086047302</id><published>2010-11-15T14:47:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T14:56:05.112-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ONCE UPON A TIME</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time…That’s a good way to begin a story of make-believe, isn’t it? This is not a make-believe story. This is a true tale.Once upon a time, there was a woman of more than three score years plus ten. One night as she was headed to bed, she had the bright idea that she must find a cute, soft, little, gray stuffed elephant to buy. Miss Sadie knew exactly where she would go the next </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7059050363086047302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-upon-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7059050363086047302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7059050363086047302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/11/once-upon-time.html' title='ONCE UPON A TIME'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6598090035985315557</id><published>2010-10-09T12:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T12:28:09.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PRAYERS NOT PRAYED</title><summary type='text'>There have been times in my life when I have been too overwrought with sorrow or concern to formulate a worded prayer. I have taken great comfort in being able to believe with all my heart that God knows me better than I do; therefore, He completely understands and will help take care of my needs. His Word reassures me of this in Romans 8:26-27 (ESV): “Likewise the Spirit helps us in our weakness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6598090035985315557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayers-not-prayed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6598090035985315557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6598090035985315557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/10/prayers-not-prayed.html' title='THE PRAYERS NOT PRAYED'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1350403743937322437</id><published>2010-08-22T14:05:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T14:09:17.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD'S PLANS</title><summary type='text'>So many times I have seen Jeremiah 29:11 quoted and have repeated it myself: “For I know the plans I have for you,” says the LORD. “They are plans for good and not for disaster, to give you a future and a hope.” We have taken that scripture very personally and applied it to mean to ME. (That is taking it out of context because it was written for a group of exiles, not just one person. However, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1350403743937322437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/08/gods-plans.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1350403743937322437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1350403743937322437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/08/gods-plans.html' title='GOD&apos;S PLANS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-5860982181006195889</id><published>2010-08-13T15:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T15:32:18.045-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JESUS CHOSE – I CAN CHOOSE</title><summary type='text'>Before the creation of the world, because He knew mankind would need a Savior, God made a plan and chose to send His Son to be the perfect unblemished Lamb Whose blood would be available to wash away the sins of the world. A long time ago I chose to accept this wonderful Lamb of God as my Savior.Ephesians 1:3-6“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who has blessed us with every </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/5860982181006195889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-chose-i-can-choose.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5860982181006195889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5860982181006195889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-chose-i-can-choose.html' title='JESUS CHOSE – I CAN CHOOSE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7576498535937570554</id><published>2010-08-07T13:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-07T13:25:06.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KINDNESS OR CURSE</title><summary type='text'>Our firstborn, Beth Zimmerman, writes a blog that has over 200 regular readers. That is the known number. I suspect someone reads a particular post and sends a hyperlink to a friend saying, “You need to read this one,” and a new follower is born. Having done so myself and having recently read one of Beth’s latest blogs:http://www.bethszimmerman.com/2010/08/06/quit-enabling-us-already/   as well </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7576498535937570554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindness-or-curse.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7576498535937570554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7576498535937570554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/08/kindness-or-curse.html' title='KINDNESS OR CURSE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-324826338187475447</id><published>2010-06-09T21:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-09T21:39:27.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHERE I AM WEAK, HE IS STRONG</title><summary type='text'>Because my desire is to follow Christ I have set a standard in my actions and words that starts in my heart. Since I first learned of my Lord’s love and chose to follow Him I have learned much from His Word about who He created me to be. I have let Him, others, and myself down many times, but as with a toddler learning to walk or even for a frail elderly person struggling to maintain balance, He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/324826338187475447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-i-am-weak-he-is-strong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/324826338187475447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/324826338187475447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/06/where-i-am-weak-he-is-strong.html' title='WHERE I AM WEAK, HE IS STRONG'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2419107421538520362</id><published>2010-05-09T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T21:52:12.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHOM DO YOU SEEK?</title><summary type='text'>From the first time I became aware of the verses in John 18:4ff, I have been in love with the story of Jesus’ stepping forward in the Garden that night when He was betrayed and asking, “Whom do you seek?” and the events that followed.“Whom do you seek?” When the Roman cohort and officers from the chief priests and Pharisees answered Him, “Jesus the Nazarene,” He responded, “I am He.” Just picture</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2419107421538520362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/whom-do-you-seek.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2419107421538520362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2419107421538520362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/whom-do-you-seek.html' title='WHOM DO YOU SEEK?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8035293832524798034</id><published>2010-05-08T08:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T08:53:03.473-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BECAUSE SHE WAS MY MOTHER</title><summary type='text'>When I drew my first breath,my MOTHER was with me.When I was a little girl,my MOTHER took care of me.When my children were born,my MOTHER helped take care of them and me.When my MOTHER became a widow,I helped take care of her.When my grandchildren were born,one of my children came to help take care of my widowed MOTHERso I could go help take care of my other child and her children.When my MOTHER </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8035293832524798034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-she-was-my-mother.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8035293832524798034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8035293832524798034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/05/because-she-was-my-mother.html' title='BECAUSE SHE WAS MY MOTHER'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/S-VsszA9MYI/AAAAAAAAAIs/XXpGe7CsSRo/s72-c/MAMMAAND+MARILYN1941.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3573571678583458130</id><published>2010-04-17T18:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-17T18:33:49.518-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DADDY'S NOT OLD!</title><summary type='text'> My father was born one-hundred years ago today. April 17th doesn’t go by without my thinking about him, so even though he is not here in the flesh, today is no different except to think of the date in terms of the century’s marking it as a milestone.Although I wonder what he would look like and be like as a senior citizen, Daddy will never grow old in my eyes, because he died without warning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3573571678583458130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-171910-to-april-17-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3573571678583458130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3573571678583458130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/04/april-171910-to-april-17-2010.html' title='DADDY&apos;S NOT OLD!'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/S8pEox4AkrI/AAAAAAAAAIk/17Bm1t8rUis/s72-c/daddy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7431164966666419472</id><published>2010-04-04T16:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T16:34:49.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CONVERSATIONS AND CONCLUSIONS</title><summary type='text'>In a conversation with a friend, she brought forth the fact that she realizes she cannot fix everything, that she has to turn it over to God in prayer, and leave it in His capable care and caring.Because I, too, am a “fixer” personality, in my mind I kept returning to that conversation and this morning as I woke with it on my mind, I thought back to my childhood. I grew up in central Maine where </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7431164966666419472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversations-and-conclusions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7431164966666419472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7431164966666419472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/04/conversations-and-conclusions.html' title='CONVERSATIONS AND CONCLUSIONS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4227136974996322782</id><published>2010-04-03T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T09:53:07.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CENTURION AT THE CROSS</title><summary type='text'>Because the thoughts of many are turned to the death, burial, and resurrection of Jesus during this season of the year, FaithWriters blog challenged the members to write a 100-word essay from the perspective of a Bible character mentioned in the Easter Story. I liked the challenge; however, even though I felt I fell short of the challenge in more than just the 100-word limit, I entered a portion </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4227136974996322782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/04/centurion-at-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4227136974996322782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4227136974996322782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/04/centurion-at-cross.html' title='THE CENTURION AT THE CROSS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8221300471929178269</id><published>2010-03-29T16:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T16:40:13.778-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FADED FLOWERS</title><summary type='text'>Recently I came across some faded flowers or what some would consider flowers past their prime. By themselves the words would seem to tell tales of lack of attraction, but the more I saw of those flowers whose blooms had lost their luster, the more beauty I saw in each one.Dandelions came before spring to our West Texas yard brightening the drab gray-brown grasses with brilliant bits of leafy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8221300471929178269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/faded-flowers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8221300471929178269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8221300471929178269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/faded-flowers.html' title='FADED FLOWERS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/S7EdntN8A3I/AAAAAAAAAIc/Nw4eP1Hm53U/s72-c/AFTER+THE+FLOWER.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1869474700504184821</id><published>2010-03-23T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T11:44:54.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IMAGES IN OUR MINDS</title><summary type='text'>What image enters your mind when you read or hear the following verse from I Corinthians 12:26 ? “ If one member suffers, all the members suffer with it; if one member is honored, all the members rejoice with it.”That was one of the verses in the reading from our night’s Bible message a few evenings back and afterwards as we discussed it, I asked my husband if he, like I, chose to dwell on the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1869474700504184821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/images-in-our-minds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1869474700504184821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1869474700504184821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/images-in-our-minds.html' title='IMAGES IN OUR MINDS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2490530171926503706</id><published>2010-03-19T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T13:51:54.789-05:00</updated><title type='text'>POLITICAL PRAYER HUMOR TURNED VICIOUS</title><summary type='text'>  I like to laugh and in my lifetime I have seen some funny cartoons and heard humorous jokes on both sides of the political fence; however, recently there continues to circulate an e-mail under the guise of a joke that has reference to scripture and prayer as well.     The fact is this so-called joke takes one Bible verse out of context to create “humor.” Heard by the wrong ears and taken the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2490530171926503706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/political-prayer-humor-turned-vicious.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2490530171926503706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2490530171926503706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/political-prayer-humor-turned-vicious.html' title='POLITICAL PRAYER HUMOR TURNED VICIOUS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2645405051427757630</id><published>2010-03-17T18:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T18:06:45.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HER OWN PERSONAL WORTH</title><summary type='text'>    I made a personal phone call a few days ago that went kind of like this:    “Hello, T~  This is Sue Moore.”    “Oh, Hi, Sue!  How are you?”    “I’m okay but we’re having some family issues right now.  Is D~ around?”    …and the lovely lady with whom I seldom have contact, went to call her husband to the phone.    Because of her husband’s work, I wonder how many times this particular woman is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2645405051427757630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-own-personal-worth.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2645405051427757630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2645405051427757630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/her-own-personal-worth.html' title='HER OWN PERSONAL WORTH'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6771021544501165605</id><published>2010-03-10T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T13:19:19.464-06:00</updated><title type='text'>STORM CLOUDS ALL AROUND</title><summary type='text'>    In reading recent prayer requests, I am reminded once again, of how many and varied, are the trials in this world.  I am so thankful for Jesus’ comforting, parting words to His disciples found in John 16:33, “In the world you have tribulation, but take courage; I have overcome the world.”     As I read the prayer requests, I often become aware that the reactions are as diverse as the requests</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6771021544501165605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/storm-clouds-all-around.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6771021544501165605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6771021544501165605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/03/storm-clouds-all-around.html' title='STORM CLOUDS ALL AROUND'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2333269160282737910</id><published>2010-02-20T06:30:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T06:32:30.668-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CELEBRATING SPECIAL DAYS</title><summary type='text'>A couple of days ago was our grandson’s first birthday but as far as I know there was no celebration with cake, no special one-year candle with flame to watch him blow out, no tiny fingers to dig into the frosting, and no picture-taking of this momentous event. I wonder if anyone in his immediate family was even aware of his one-year-old birthday, and were it not for my special reminder calendar,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2333269160282737910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrating-special-days.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2333269160282737910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2333269160282737910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/celebrating-special-days.html' title='CELEBRATING SPECIAL DAYS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1751022464502139475</id><published>2010-02-16T12:35:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T12:39:27.921-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TREASURES IN UNEXPECTED PLACES</title><summary type='text'>How many times have you done what you perceived a kindness for another that turned into a totally unexpected blessing in your own life? A recent experience of a few days ago brought that thought to my mind and I’d like to share it with you.Because of the happy welcome we received at Christmas, our church group was invited to return to a local care facility to sing again, to and with the residents</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1751022464502139475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/treasures-in-unexpected-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1751022464502139475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1751022464502139475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/02/treasures-in-unexpected-places.html' title='TREASURES IN UNEXPECTED PLACES'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2304333433878523826</id><published>2010-01-25T13:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T13:51:40.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TIME TO TARRY IS TEMPORARY</title><summary type='text'>    Most of us have sung, “I’m a pilgrim and I’m a stranger; I can tarry, I can tarry but a night…” I believe the words of that song were written to enrich our minds with the reminder that our time is temporary on this earth.    A few days ago I read lines penned by a missionary of reality hitting that she, her husband, and their young family had really moved so far away and that this formerly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2304333433878523826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-tarry-is-temporary.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2304333433878523826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2304333433878523826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/time-to-tarry-is-temporary.html' title='TIME TO TARRY IS TEMPORARY'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3727484423077435974</id><published>2010-01-15T13:13:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T13:31:37.223-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE CREATOR, THE COLLECTOR,  AND THE FEATHER</title><summary type='text'>One day I found a feather…It was so soft and smallFrom underneath a baby birdIt must have made its fall.I picked it up and smoothed it outAs I held it against my hand.I closely studied its numerous barbsOnly the Creator could understand.Each barb so tiny I could not count,Nor separate individual “hair,”Yet each one has a purpose ~A reason for being there.Some feathers are for warmthAnd some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3727484423077435974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/creator-and-feather.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3727484423077435974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3727484423077435974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/creator-and-feather.html' title='THE CREATOR, THE COLLECTOR,  AND THE FEATHER'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3781153520784126276</id><published>2010-01-05T08:23:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T08:29:43.622-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A JOYFUL HEART IN 2010</title><summary type='text'>In this morning’s e-messages I received one regarding encouragement and when I got to the part about the encouragement of a smile’s being contagious, my thoughts immediately went to, “A joyful heart is good medicine...” from Proverbs 17:22 (NASB).Coupled with that, for the first time I figured out how that that scripture doesn’t apply to my heart alone! While in actuality I know my attitude </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3781153520784126276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/joyful-heart-in-2010.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3781153520784126276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3781153520784126276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2010/01/joyful-heart-in-2010.html' title='A JOYFUL HEART IN 2010'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2952607252395643132</id><published>2009-12-31T15:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T15:11:43.991-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PERFECTIONISM</title><summary type='text'>    When it comes to perfectionism there is no harsher critic of me than me.  For as long as I can remember I have longed for everything in my life to be not simply “practically perfect in every way” as Mary Poppins allowed, but my preference would be, “without flaw.”    With Christmas just past and perfection in mind, I am reminded again of the times in childhood when I received new coloring </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2952607252395643132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfectionism.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2952607252395643132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2952607252395643132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfectionism.html' title='PERFECTIONISM'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1615728254886166587</id><published>2009-12-17T08:23:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T08:23:42.715-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EVERY GOOD AND PERFECT GIFT</title><summary type='text'>    Recently I received an e-mail asking I respond to the question, “What are you thankful for?” Based on the recommended scripture, “Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, coming down from the Father of lights with whom there is no variation or shadow due to change," (James 1:17), it didn’t take me long to come up with many answers and I’d like to share some of my reasons for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1615728254886166587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-good-and-perfect-gift.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1615728254886166587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1615728254886166587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/12/every-good-and-perfect-gift.html' title='EVERY GOOD AND PERFECT GIFT'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6999313271992886772</id><published>2009-11-29T21:10:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T06:47:26.074-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LET US REJOICE</title><summary type='text'>It’s that time of year again and while many of my age have memories of folks cheerfully calling out, “Merry Christmas!” as a general greeting, such is fast becoming politically incorrect. While there is no place in the scripture that specifically tells us to commemorate the birth of Jesus at a specific time or times, as is the guidance given for remembering His death*, we, like the angels, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6999313271992886772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-us-rejoice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6999313271992886772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6999313271992886772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/let-us-rejoice.html' title='LET US REJOICE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4718247404099602765</id><published>2009-11-14T15:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-14T15:35:12.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>OPPORTUNITIES ABOUND</title><summary type='text'>    As my friend shared her writing about her search for the perfect picture-taking opportunity of fallen autumn leaves, in my mind I walked through the falling leaves with her, and heard the crunch underfoot while looking around at all the trees while she waited for the perfect day for all the colors to be just right.  In addition, I joined her in the disappointment of having to wait, knowing </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4718247404099602765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/opportunities-abound.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4718247404099602765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4718247404099602765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/11/opportunities-abound.html' title='OPPORTUNITIES ABOUND'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4083659973800007207</id><published>2009-10-29T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T13:42:16.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ARE YOU MY NEIGHBOR?</title><summary type='text'>    This morning as I read the "Who is My Neighbor?" story of "The Good Samaritan" in Luke 10:30-37, two phrases in particular stood out. About not one, but two men, it is written that they "passed by on the other side", but about the third man on the scene it says, "He felt compassion and came to him and bandaged up his wounds, pouring oil and wine on them; and he put him on his own beast, and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4083659973800007207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-my-neighbor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4083659973800007207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4083659973800007207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/are-you-my-neighbor.html' title='ARE YOU MY NEIGHBOR?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1526711615400345393</id><published>2009-10-01T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T08:42:28.574-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HE LEFT HIS HOME IN HEAVEN</title><summary type='text'>He left His Home in Heaven to come to earth below.First child in the family, His mother Mary watched Him grow.An infant in the Temple, blessed by Simeon,Seen by Prophetess Anna was He, too…An old man and an 84-year-old widow…What God gave them to view!Mary cradled these things as she cradled her infant Son;She pondered and she treasured them, one by one by one.The infant grew into a toddler just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1526711615400345393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-left-his-home-in-heaven.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1526711615400345393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1526711615400345393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/10/he-left-his-home-in-heaven.html' title='HE LEFT HIS HOME IN HEAVEN'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7339068292589160243</id><published>2009-08-17T06:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-17T06:53:44.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BE ALWAYS READY AND TEACH THE SAME THING</title><summary type='text'>Based on Biblical teaching, my mother used to say, “We should all teach the same thing.” In I Peter 3:15 (NIV) the scripture teaches us, “But in your hearts set apart Christ as Lord. Always be prepared to give an answer to everyone who asks you to give the reason for the hope that you have. But do this with gentleness and respect…” It seems eerily uncanny how often it is that I find ministers </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7339068292589160243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-always-ready-and-teach-same-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7339068292589160243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7339068292589160243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/be-always-ready-and-teach-same-thing.html' title='BE ALWAYS READY AND TEACH THE SAME THING'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6264403486873149476</id><published>2009-08-11T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T10:44:22.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IN WHOSE SHOES WOULD YOU BE STANDING?</title><summary type='text'>A few evening back our Bible reading for the day took us to Mark 2:1-12, the story of the paralyzed man whose friends, determined to get him into an already overcrowded house to see Jesus, took him pallet and all, to the roof where they removed enough of the rooftop so they could let him down through and into the house! Jesus said, “Son, your sins are forgiven you.” He knew the scribes were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6264403486873149476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-whose-shoes-would-you-be-standing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6264403486873149476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6264403486873149476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-whose-shoes-would-you-be-standing.html' title='IN WHOSE SHOES WOULD YOU BE STANDING?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4228909883770993832</id><published>2009-08-05T22:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T22:08:09.509-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING LESSONS OF LOVE</title><summary type='text'>If you ever wanted to learn a couple of lessons on how to love you might have been impressed with the actions of the husbands of recently-released Laura Ling and Euna Lee once these women were again in their presence for the first time in four-and-one-half months.The two women descended the steps of the plane and once their feet were on the floor of the hangar their husbands and Euna’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4228909883770993832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-lessons-of-love.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4228909883770993832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4228909883770993832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/living-lessons-of-love.html' title='LIVING LESSONS OF LOVE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7810774097000686615</id><published>2009-08-04T14:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:09:25.961-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MY CYBER FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND ME</title><summary type='text'>My guess is that most of you reading this message have a list of e-mail addresses that is not just a list of names. A few of the addresses are for companies but the majority of names represent individuals. The names in my e-address book represent those people who are family members, friends, and some people I have not met in person but whose paths have crossed mine somewhere along the way.Most of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7810774097000686615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-cyber-family-friends-and-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7810774097000686615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7810774097000686615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/08/my-cyber-family-friends-and-me.html' title='MY CYBER FAMILY, FRIENDS, AND ME'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7409429206424376684</id><published>2009-07-21T00:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:11:04.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT IS OF REAL VALUE?</title><summary type='text'>I often battle with the impression that I would be of more value in the eyes of my fellow sojourners if I were more successful by worldly standards.Just a couple of days ago I mentioned to friends how I’d always wished I had the skills to draw. Wouldn’t it be wonderful to be a world-renowned artist? When I was young I tried to draw with pencil and was able to do some very simple circle drawings </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7409429206424376684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-of-real-value.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7409429206424376684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7409429206424376684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-is-of-real-value.html' title='WHAT IS OF REAL VALUE?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4434113285123016484</id><published>2009-07-16T15:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:13:01.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THIS IS SCARY</title><summary type='text'>Today I received another message with a title: “This Is Scary.”My husband and I pray together faithfully for the leaders of our world and our country as we think with concern about how far removed we have come from the origin and intent of the founding of our nation. We pray that capable men and women of faith and substance will step up to carry the charge laid at their feet because we believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4434113285123016484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-scary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4434113285123016484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4434113285123016484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-is-scary.html' title='THIS IS SCARY'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6548701833516926827</id><published>2009-07-12T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:14:14.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>YOU GOTTA LOVE ‘EM</title><summary type='text'>A new-to-me recliner adorns a place of honor in a corner of our guest room. As I walk by in the hall I look up with a smile and see not only the chair but in my mind I also envision the happy giver, a longtime friend who first owned and took many hours of pleasure and comfort from that chair. Having recently replaced it with a newer model and because she loves us she offered it to members of our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6548701833516926827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-gotta-love-em.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6548701833516926827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6548701833516926827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/you-gotta-love-em.html' title='YOU GOTTA LOVE ‘EM'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1058581834110022547</id><published>2009-07-07T07:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:12:41.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT THE NEIGHBORS THINK IS IMPORTANT…OR IS IT?</title><summary type='text'>Whether it was from admonition or impression or both, I grew up believing that what the neighbors think is of vital importance.What we grow up believing tends to stay with us long into adulthood whether it is truth or fiction. One of the side effects is that we may then add undue conflicting issues into the lives of our own children as they are growing up.A real life example was the long-ago </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1058581834110022547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-neighbors-think-is-importantor-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1058581834110022547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1058581834110022547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/what-neighbors-think-is-importantor-is.html' title='WHAT THE NEIGHBORS THINK IS IMPORTANT…OR IS IT?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2923973324401634634</id><published>2009-07-04T11:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T23:12:12.464-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LAUGHTER IS GOOD MEDICINE</title><summary type='text'>I like to laugh, not exactly like the character Ed Wynn played in Mary Poppins, but a bubbling from way down deep belly laugh is good for the whole self sometimes.Laughter at his antics is a good part what caught my attention to a particular classmate all those years ago when we were in high school and that man is now my husband John. That alone should prove the point that laughter is good for a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2923973324401634634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/laughter-is-good-medicine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2923973324401634634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2923973324401634634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/07/laughter-is-good-medicine.html' title='LAUGHTER IS GOOD MEDICINE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1396582001239305112</id><published>2009-06-25T00:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T00:17:29.817-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LESSONS WHILE STANDING IN LINE</title><summary type='text'>I observed a modern day parable while standing in line at a store yesterday. In front of me was a family that consisted of a mom, a dad, and a boy of about age 7. Standing behind me were a young boy and a woman I assumed to be his mother. With the sale taking place at the head of the line I had the opportunity to observe with pleasure both young boys and their parents.The boy ahead tried on some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1396582001239305112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1396582001239305112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/lessons-while-standing-in-line.html' title='LESSONS WHILE STANDING IN LINE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7571641282356440610</id><published>2009-06-18T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T12:27:42.722-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INVITATION</title><summary type='text'>“He is the Maker of heaven and earth and the ocean.”Psalm 146:6a (New International Reader's Version)THE INVITATIONThe alluring Atlantic…Please tell her, “Hello!”I hear her invitation…In my imaginationIn each photo I possessIn each sea scene painted by the most imaginative of artistsOn each notecard depictionStepping on her shores I hear…The waves swoosh inThe waves rush outThe call of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7571641282356440610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7571641282356440610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/invitation.html' title='THE INVITATION'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6529480384165533412</id><published>2009-06-14T14:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T14:31:10.354-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BIRTHDAY OF A GRANDDAUGHTER</title><summary type='text'>Today is our granddaughter’s birthday. She turns nine years old. I wasn’t there at the moment of her birth. I hadn’t sewed any cute girly dresses or crocheted any frilly sweater and hat sets in anticipation of her birth yet this was a long-awaited moment because at the age of eleven years she chose this time to be born anew into the Family of God. (Romans 6:4-6; Galatians 3:27)Because I am her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6529480384165533412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6529480384165533412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/birthday-of-granddaughter.html' title='THE BIRTHDAY OF A GRANDDAUGHTER'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8457373281171466729</id><published>2009-06-09T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T09:51:15.564-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WORTH SHARING</title><summary type='text'>In Luke’s early verses of chapter 15 we read the story of the woman who has ten silver coins and having lost one searches diligently for it. Once she has found it she is so filled with rejoicing she calls her friends together to celebrate her joy with her. Some things are just too good to be kept to oneself.During my growing-up years my family and I lived in an Air Force Base city. Attached to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8457373281171466729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8457373281171466729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/worth-sharing.html' title='WORTH SHARING'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3710673701253612797</id><published>2009-06-02T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T08:44:05.785-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST BE</title><summary type='text'>    I am a doer. I am a fixer. My daughter once referred to me as the Energizer Bunny®. Probably the longest I sit still is when I am in my recliner with a book in my hands, having nodded off in momentary slumber.  So how can I just be? And what does “just be” mean anyway?    A favorite scripture for many people is “Be still and know that I am God…” from Psalm 46:10a (KJV).  Could “be still” and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3710673701253612797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3710673701253612797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/06/just-be.html' title='JUST BE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-9171948299473415318</id><published>2009-05-28T16:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T16:56:53.915-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT HAVE YOU FIXED LATELY?</title><summary type='text'>    On earlier occasions I have mentioned that by nature I am “a fixer.”  Maybe that’s what all members of the female gender are but not each one admits to it so I don’t think each one is; however I do believe the majority of moms are “fixers.”    I once read a definition that the word FIX means “to permanently attach.”  Oops…not good if we’re referring to moms here!  Fixing is one thing; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/9171948299473415318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/9171948299473415318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-have-you-fixed-lately.html' title='WHAT HAVE YOU FIXED LATELY?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7167541799443421261</id><published>2009-05-26T13:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T13:20:29.152-05:00</updated><title type='text'>EXAMINING TOUGH LOVE</title><summary type='text'>After many confrontations, the father turned his son in to the authorities because the son had been dealing drugs and growing marijuana in a business establishment the father was helping fund. The television program we watched last night was pretty much opposite of the Bible story referred to as The Prodigal Son except for the love the father held in his heart for his son; however as mentioned, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7167541799443421261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7167541799443421261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/examining-tough-love.html' title='EXAMINING TOUGH LOVE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/ShwyLn-A8dI/AAAAAAAAAFk/DK108R40fD4/s72-c/ROCKINWEARYLAND.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6984153352157863780</id><published>2009-05-23T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-23T08:31:41.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MEMORIAL DAY 2009</title><summary type='text'>    Memorial Day, 2009….Memorial…Memories…each word or grouping of words brings its own mind images and the visions in my mind are different than the ones you pictured when those same words were first introduced.  I see my older brothers as they once were, teenagers in the US Navy uniforms of WW2 issue while my 6-year-old brother and I at age 3 stood by their sides for parting pictures, I unaware</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6984153352157863780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6984153352157863780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/memorial-day-2009.html' title='MEMORIAL DAY 2009'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4872632383468540327</id><published>2009-05-14T17:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T17:35:47.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>PONDERING OVER THE PUZZLE PIECES</title><summary type='text'>    Does it ever seem that your life is one great big puzzle with you lost somewhere in the middle of those thousands of mixed up pieces, not knowing where you fit or which way to turn?  I often “picture” God as being The One who sees the completed puzzle picture with every tiny pixel perfectly in place.    Yes, the One Who created the entire world has unique plans for each individual and He made</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4872632383468540327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4872632383468540327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/pondering-over-puzzle-pieces.html' title='PONDERING OVER THE PUZZLE PIECES'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6340240553927491336</id><published>2009-05-09T13:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T04:04:41.414-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT BEING A MOTHER MEANS TO ME ~ PART TWO</title><summary type='text'>Years ago I came across a lengthy poem where a young mother looking into the future of herself asked an older version, “Is the way long?” Certainly when I envisioned becoming a mom, my mind conjured up images of infants in my arms, chasing chuckling toddlers around grassy yards, tears dripping off my chin as I bade them goodbye on their first days of school, followed by bits and pieces of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6340240553927491336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6340240553927491336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-being-mother-means-to-me-part-two.html' title='WHAT BEING A MOTHER MEANS TO ME ~ PART TWO'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-32609440189943823</id><published>2009-05-08T11:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T12:01:00.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT BEING A MOTHER MEANS TO ME</title><summary type='text'>     With the approach of what has come to be known as Mother’s Day I decided to share some of my personal thoughts regarding what being a mother means to me.    From the time I was old enough to know about anything my heart's desire was to be a wife and mother...in that order, too!  I remember standing by the corner of the little house in the country in West Garland, Maine, when I was eight </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/32609440189943823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/32609440189943823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-being-mother-means-to-me.html' title='WHAT BEING A MOTHER MEANS TO ME'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SgRkol4qqPI/AAAAAAAAAFc/dazjGR7kqB4/s72-c/SPRING1964.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2133925956980362998</id><published>2009-05-01T10:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:40:56.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DELETED UNREAD</title><summary type='text'>From time to time our local newspaper requests readers put pen to paper to write their thoughts and memories of specific holidays and/or occasions. The last Presidential Election was just such an opportunity and having known in advance there would likely be an interest I was geared up only I felt the story I had in mind would be better done by one of their reporters so I contacted him by e-mail </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2133925956980362998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2133925956980362998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/05/deleted-unread.html' title='DELETED UNREAD'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3442666045569473031</id><published>2009-04-29T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-29T16:29:21.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THINK ABOUT IT</title><summary type='text'>    “Pray without ceasing.”  (I Thessalonians 5:17) How do you do that?  Has that question ever come to you?  Do you wonder how, in all the busy times in your life you can possibly pray all the time since, after all, that is what to pray without ceasing seems to mean?    With the many examples and teachings we have of the prayers of Jesus, we know He did not always position Himself on His knees </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3442666045569473031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3442666045569473031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/think-about-it.html' title='THINK ABOUT IT'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7543204142021090329</id><published>2009-04-24T18:18:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T18:25:25.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ALWAYS THE SAME</title><summary type='text'>In this world I have grown to expect that things are ever changing but I was really thrown for a loop a few days ago when I heard that the area known as “Four Corners” where the four states of Utah, Colorado, Arizona, and New Mexico come together has been declared to be off by two-and-one-half miles! We have been there, had our pictures taken there, and even bragged to folks that our Little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7543204142021090329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7543204142021090329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/always-same.html' title='ALWAYS THE SAME'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SfJJERVVczI/AAAAAAAAAFU/hxdlJnh47O4/s72-c/TrayFourCorners.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2793720296126789148</id><published>2009-04-20T17:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T07:47:25.438-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THEY ALSO SERVE WHO SIT AND WAIT</title><summary type='text'>There’s a wonderful story in the Old Testament that I have always loved. It’s found in I Samuel, chapter 30. As you read it ask yourself, “Do I know anyone like this?”That story tells of several battles: David and the men of the city are away when the occurrence of the first battle on the horizon affects each one of them greatly, a raid occurs where David’s wives and families are living and they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2793720296126789148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2793720296126789148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/they-also-serve-who-sit-and-wait.html' title='THEY ALSO SERVE WHO SIT AND WAIT'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1442294194195531369</id><published>2009-04-18T14:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T15:02:05.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>IT WAS A SPECIAL TIME</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday would have been my daddy’s 99th birthday. I wonder who besides me remembered. I am sure one of my brothers was as aware as I and perhaps a few others as well. As the day approached I knew my niece would be aware of the day since from her birth she had shared Daddy’s birthday and we had many happy family meal celebrations topped off with her mother’s creative confections. It was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1442294194195531369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1442294194195531369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/it-was-special-time.html' title='IT WAS A SPECIAL TIME'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4344930614999896555</id><published>2009-04-16T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T06:52:58.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>UPDATED VERSIONS OF OLDER MODELS</title><summary type='text'>A few weeks ago I took a picture of an updated version of an older model of a car. I took the picture because it reminded me of a car my oldest brother had once owned and because I knew my next-in-age-to-me brother would fully appreciate it as much as I did, not only for it’s aesthetic beauty but for the shared memories it brought to his mind as well. I was right but later I started thinking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4344930614999896555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4344930614999896555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/04/updated-versions-of-older-models.html' title='UPDATED VERSIONS OF OLDER MODELS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SefQJl60eJI/AAAAAAAAAFM/CbmUMqYg6R8/s72-c/38Chevy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3087934383119039897</id><published>2009-03-15T08:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:39:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DWELLING ON A DREAM</title><summary type='text'>    This morning I woke with such a clear image in mind of a very happy barn swallow soaring straight into the sky with its wings tucked right up against its sides; every once in a while it would open it wings out to either side long enough to let a shower of rain wash them and its body clean.  How the swallow was happy I do not know but in my mind the symbolism grew to mean preparing to leave </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3087934383119039897'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3087934383119039897'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/dwelling-on-dream.html' title='DWELLING ON A DREAM'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7630994006575530429</id><published>2009-03-08T16:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T16:27:04.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ROOT OF FRIENDSHIP (From A Woman’s Perspective)</title><summary type='text'>Where do friendships begin? And where do friendships end? Generally it is difficult to pinpoint the exact moment of a friendship’s start although we recall the planting of the seeds; however with a friendship’s end it seems there is a big bang. “A huge blow-up,” is often used as it’s descriptive phrase and we get the picture without the need for a thousand words.Today this is on my mind because I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7630994006575530429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7630994006575530429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/root-of-friendship-from-womans.html' title='THE ROOT OF FRIENDSHIP (From A Woman’s Perspective)'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1670493988409421541</id><published>2009-03-06T16:38:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T16:40:28.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE PERFECT GIFT</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had a perfect plan made only to have things go awry? It happened to my husband John a few days ago but as often happens, God had other plans with the situation well in hand.On that day I had come close to the limit of my energy level before 11 a.m. so I had said as soon as I finished whatever the next thing was on my list I was planning to take a nap. I was aware that John was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1670493988409421541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1670493988409421541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/have-you-ever-had-perfect-plan-made.html' title='THE PERFECT GIFT'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6830666408286346423</id><published>2009-03-05T14:12:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T14:14:48.408-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CREATED FOR GOOD WORKS</title><summary type='text'>    Ephesians 2:10 (NASB) states: “For we are His workmanship, created in Christ Jesus for good works, which God prepared beforehand, that we should walk in them.”  What are these good works?     Are good works only those found while teaching Bible classes, being missionaries, doing the work of an evangelist?  Or do good works also consist of making sure our pets are well cared for?  Does it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6830666408286346423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6830666408286346423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/03/created-for-good-works.html' title='CREATED FOR GOOD WORKS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8512834493053129519</id><published>2009-02-28T11:34:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T22:40:26.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE REST OF THE STORY</title><summary type='text'>In telling you about the smile the little boy left in my heart (NO DECAY 2-25-09) I didn’t tell “the rest of the story” as Paul Harvey* so eloquently phrases it.The rest of the story goes back to years before my little friend was born. It was 1996, soon after we moved to this city that I was privileged to become a Cradle Roll Teacher of six to eight infants. Some people may scornfully wonder what</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8512834493053129519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8512834493053129519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/rest-of-story.html' title='THE REST OF THE STORY'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SamJfmeQTHI/AAAAAAAAAEk/1luBB11kDzw/s72-c/CradleRoll96.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3034653848645060725</id><published>2009-02-25T13:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:41:50.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'>NO DECAY</title><summary type='text'>   Have you ever seen a child that is so appealing he makes you smile just because God made him as he is?    There he was sitting in his mom’s shopping cart in the seat reserved for children when I first spotted them this morning.  I immediately knew I was in for a treat.  I said, “Do I see a familiar face?” and his mom stopped, smiled her sweet smile, as she greeted me.  He held out his little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3034653848645060725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3034653848645060725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/no-decay.html' title='NO DECAY'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-5571059909492646025</id><published>2009-02-06T13:41:00.008-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T08:41:05.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE COMFORTING ARMS OF LOVE</title><summary type='text'>A long time ago when I suffered repetitive earaches I sat in the arms of my mother to be comforted as we passed precious hours in an old wicker rocking chair. More often than not the earaches didn’t go completely away and the remembrance of that feeling of comfort lasts until today. In the intervening years I outgrew my mother’s lap but I have never outgrown the need for the comforting arms of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5571059909492646025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/5571059909492646025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2009/02/comforting-arms-of-love.html' title='THE COMFORTING ARMS OF LOVE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2966454457238435195</id><published>2008-11-21T06:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T06:43:32.634-06:00</updated><title type='text'>EYE CANDY</title><summary type='text'>    Even though I am not a little girl anymore just the mention of the word candy sets my digestive juices flowing.  Throughout my life my love for sweets has been so well-known that my mother often stated she should have named me Candy.  I have tried the explanation that having been born in September of 1939 meant I grew up with sugar being rationed during WW2 and I think perhaps I didn’t get my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2966454457238435195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2966454457238435195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/eye-candy.html' title='EYE CANDY'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2160103491134558319</id><published>2008-11-15T07:02:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T07:25:08.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A PRAYER THAT APPEALS</title><summary type='text'>There is a story that circulates the Internet from time to time about a little boy at a restaurant who tells God thank you for a meal and ends with saying something to the effect he’d be even more thankful if the meal included ice cream. The tale goes on to tell of the chiding comments of a woman nearby declaring that kids don’t even know how to pray. Ah, contraire! Jesus taught, "I tell you the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2160103491134558319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2160103491134558319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/prayer-that-appeals.html' title='A PRAYER THAT APPEALS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8608368671137494947</id><published>2008-11-08T09:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-08T09:28:04.522-06:00</updated><title type='text'>LET ME HEAR THY VOICE</title><summary type='text'>    I often read the obituaries.  It is not as many jokingly ask to see whether or not my name is there.  I know my turn will come because one of my favorite Psalms (139) states in verse 16b, “And in Thy book they were all written, the days that were ordained for me, When as yet there was not one of them”, but when I read the obituary column I am often astounded by the wide discrepancy of ages.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8608368671137494947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8608368671137494947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/let-me-hear-thy-voice.html' title='LET ME HEAR THY VOICE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6099450803637225254</id><published>2008-11-05T14:36:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T14:40:23.302-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes God Says No</title><summary type='text'>    In light of the election results many people are questioning the outcome. Sometimes I think I must not be a realist, perhaps a bit too much of a Pollyanna, but I prefer to believe once I have done all I can to make a difference, in faith I am turning it over to God and letting Him take care of the upcoming change.    Trails of thoughts have traveled in and out of my mind this morning.  One in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6099450803637225254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6099450803637225254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/sometimes-god-says-no.html' title='Sometimes God Says No'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1327983779726918302</id><published>2008-11-03T09:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:24:12.416-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A LESSON OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE</title><summary type='text'>    This morning I sat at my desk dissolved in tears as I heard the strains of “Through the Eyes of Love” being played in the background while I tried to rid the sorrow I had just finished reading of the death of a little Yorkie (dog) who died at age 3 from a previously undiagnosed problem until during surgery it became an unfixable problem.  First of all the little doggie had been loved from the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1327983779726918302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1327983779726918302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/11/lesson-of-unconditional-love.html' title='A LESSON OF UNCONDITIONAL LOVE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6729289686456089571</id><published>2008-10-29T16:23:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:25:56.718-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE MISSING VOTE</title><summary type='text'>There’s a vote that will be missing in the upcoming Presidential Election. Is it important? What’s the big deal anyway? Will it matter?It’s important because when voter Helen Bartlett was born in 1897, she and those of her gender in the United States of America did not have The Right to Vote and once she had the privilege she never took it lightly.The big deal is she knew women had been willing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6729289686456089571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6729289686456089571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/10/missing-vote_29.html' title='THE MISSING VOTE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SQjUon2saZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/TOoHCicoL1Q/s72-c/JohnSueNanaAug03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8433954390008709431</id><published>2008-09-29T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T07:16:09.164-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I NEEDED A TREE!</title><summary type='text'>    At one point in our married life we had bought and sold three houses in four years, moved to England and back, lived in the country for a while, returned to city living, then finally after my late-bloomer husband finished college we moved to a small city in the far northern part of the state.  By the time we were able to even think about buying a house I recall simply wanting "my own tree!”</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8433954390008709431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8433954390008709431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-needed-tree.html' title='I NEEDED A TREE!'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3777030684787559807</id><published>2008-09-24T09:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-03T09:30:35.071-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAVE YOU TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF EVERY OPPORTUNITY LATELY?</title><summary type='text'>Do we take advantage of every opportunity as soon as it is presented? If we wait too long the moment will pass along with the perfect present.In John 9: 4 Jesus taught us, “We must work the works of Him who sent Me as long as it is day; night is coming when no one can work.” (NASB) and again Paul through the scriptures teaches, “Let us not lose heart in doing good, for in due time we will reap if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3777030684787559807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3777030684787559807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/have-you-taken-advantage-of-every.html' title='HAVE YOU TAKEN ADVANTAGE OF EVERY OPPORTUNITY LATELY?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SQ8ZDCzkDxI/AAAAAAAAAD8/Fuh6gvQRScs/s72-c/YuccaCactusMorning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-840433105034094389</id><published>2008-09-16T12:17:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T08:52:48.138-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HOW DO WE DEAL WITH LACK OF SERVICE ?</title><summary type='text'>I recently heard a question posed regarding how we as Christians deal with poor service in public places. No one seemed to want to answer when asked if we should complain. I finally responded I felt we should but the manner in which we did should show we are Christians and that we stand out as far different than others who treat the same situation in a much different manner.The impression I got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/840433105034094389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/840433105034094389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/how-do-we-deal-with-lack-of-service.html' title='HOW DO WE DEAL WITH LACK OF SERVICE ?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6660987268454020175</id><published>2008-09-15T10:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T10:06:16.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>GOD’S GIFT OF MORNING</title><summary type='text'>When we lived in Maine I often looked out over the autumn-colored country fields; in Tucson I stood by my kitchen window and often mused “I look unto the hills from whence cometh my help,” (Psalm 121:1 KJV) while not so long ago on a West Texas morning I opened our office window blinds and studied the gray-blue sky to the east to see it tinged with brightening shades of lighter blue peeking </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6660987268454020175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6660987268454020175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/gods-gift-of-morning.html' title='GOD’S GIFT OF MORNING'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1755032677187281214</id><published>2008-09-12T12:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T09:43:25.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A DAY TO REMEMBER</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday, 9-11-2008, was a day to remember the fallen of 9-11-2001. How many times did you hear the message reverberate, “We don’t want to forget those who were lost”? The question that came to my mind leading up to that day of remembrance and throughout it is, do we as God’s Children remember the fallen simply as snuffed-out lives (which is certainly great loss) or do we recognize them as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1755032677187281214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-to-remember.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1755032677187281214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1755032677187281214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/day-to-remember.html' title='A DAY TO REMEMBER'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-4698990474371940016</id><published>2008-09-03T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T08:50:12.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarah Palin</title><summary type='text'>    I received a very interesting article about Sarah Palin, the choice John McCain has made for his Vice-Presidential running mate candidate. As a result I am left with even stronger feelings that we MUST PRAY for Sarah Palin and her family during this trying time in their lives. Much of the press seems determined to vilify Sarah Palin and her family but I wonder if she is a modern-day Esther.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/4698990474371940016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4698990474371940016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/4698990474371940016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/09/sarah-palin.html' title='Sarah Palin'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8273475925141256906</id><published>2008-07-30T20:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T20:32:53.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MORNING MUSINGS</title><summary type='text'>    I’ve been reading another book in a series by a favored author and during some sleepless early morning hours I lay musing over why I like her writing style so much.  It was then the lightbulb turned on brighter than usual and I realized it’s partly because her characters have repetitious traits that remain constant.  “Ah, ha!” to quote her main character!  And I am a person who is extremely </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8273475925141256906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-musings.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8273475925141256906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8273475925141256906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/07/morning-musings.html' title='MORNING MUSINGS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1536838944332071818</id><published>2008-05-22T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T09:52:11.071-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A STORY</title><summary type='text'>As the young man who comes by to maintain our yard edged our lawn yesterday, a rock flew up, hit a window in our van, and before he could look up, the window had shattered into a plethora of pieces of tinted tones of toasted tans that could be used for millions of mosaic tiles should he have been so inclined…which at the moment he was not! He was really distraught and with head and shoulders hung</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1536838944332071818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/05/story.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1536838944332071818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1536838944332071818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/05/story.html' title='A STORY'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1423297856165856706</id><published>2008-04-15T23:02:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:50.175-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LESSON OF THE IRIS</title><summary type='text'> These pictures were taken from our yard as I aimed my camera into our neighbor's floral display yesterday! I missed the opportunity last year because the days of beauty are so brief and when I saw the blossoms appear a few days ago I determined it would not be so this year! I was busy around but all of a sudden yesterday I decided, "This is the day!" so I took the pictures, came in and played </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1423297856165856706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/04/lesson-of-iris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1423297856165856706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1423297856165856706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/04/lesson-of-iris.html' title='THE LESSON OF THE IRIS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/SAV6vPwnu6I/AAAAAAAAACQ/di4eSa7pmjU/s72-c/Tall+Iris+Translucent+Glass+e-mail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-8977299089600275268</id><published>2008-04-13T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T15:16:53.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>“IN THE WORLD YOU HAVE TRIBULATION, BUT TAKE COURAGE…”</title><summary type='text'>    It is always a concern when I learn of a young woman, particularly a young mother, who has developed breast cancer or some other devastating ailment.  My mind rather swiftly goes back to how my major goal in life was to be THE ONE to raise my children and the feelings of empathy wash through me with the surge of an overflowing river.    However, I also know God had a plan for us before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/8977299089600275268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-world-you-have-tribulation-but-take.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8977299089600275268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/8977299089600275268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-world-you-have-tribulation-but-take.html' title='“IN THE WORLD YOU HAVE TRIBULATION, BUT TAKE COURAGE…”'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6272423244137182577</id><published>2008-03-05T11:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T11:33:52.214-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CAROUSEL HORSES AND MERRY-GO-ROUNDS</title><summary type='text'>    This morning I thought I was awake but I must have been in a state between awake and asleep because when I did wake I realized I had just had a vision of an absolutely beautiful carousel with lots of gold filigree.  It wasn’t particularly large so I think it must have been an ornamental one and why I would have seen such I have no idea except I am partial to pastel carousel horses, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6272423244137182577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/03/carousel-horses-and-merry-go-rounds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6272423244137182577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6272423244137182577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/03/carousel-horses-and-merry-go-rounds.html' title='CAROUSEL HORSES AND MERRY-GO-ROUNDS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-664913866917820279</id><published>2008-03-04T13:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T13:13:11.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'>ETERNAL SPRING!</title><summary type='text'>    Spring.  A time of new beginnings.  Lots of things have been written about it so this is not the first nor will it be the last but at least this should be different.    A few moments ago I spoke with a friend whose wife passed away last evening.  I asked if he had been able to be with her.  He had.  I told him I knew how important that had to be as I relayed to him the many questions I didn’t</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/664913866917820279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/03/eternal-spring.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/664913866917820279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/664913866917820279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/03/eternal-spring.html' title='ETERNAL SPRING!'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-932737108646356</id><published>2008-02-25T22:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T22:50:07.321-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS</title><summary type='text'>News coming into our home during the past weeks has not been that good. It’s not that we always expect everything to be nothing but good news but things seem to be a little skewed to the wrong side of the scales lately.Young parents tend to think when the children have grown that the concerns for their well-being will lessen. I am here to tell you that is definitely not so! The parental </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/932737108646356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/trials-and-tribulations.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/932737108646356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/932737108646356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/trials-and-tribulations.html' title='TRIALS AND TRIBULATIONS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-2713260973023022118</id><published>2008-02-19T17:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T17:17:46.848-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT ABOUT THOSE POLITICAL CARTOONS AND STORIES?</title><summary type='text'>    Political stories and cartoons are always with us on any wavelength and in any print form imaginable. The question that has been on my mind lately is, “What are we going to do about them?”  You may or may not have noticed but in the upper right hand corner of our site there has been a poll that needs a simple click answer…no signing in…just a click to show your preference…but only one person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/2713260973023022118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-about-those-political-cartoons-and.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2713260973023022118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/2713260973023022118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-about-those-political-cartoons-and.html' title='WHAT ABOUT THOSE POLITICAL CARTOONS AND STORIES?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-1071720469587868898</id><published>2008-02-18T10:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:07:12.626-06:00</updated><title type='text'>WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET OUR ATTENTION?</title><summary type='text'>    Yesterday morning we were studying about Jesus’ feeding of five-thousand men plus women and children from Matthew 14:13-21 in our Bible Study. The teacher said, “If that happened today it’d have to get your attention.”  I wonder…    In 1964 when our three children were young we were blessed to live next door to an elderly couple who had never had children but loved little ones dearly.  Their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/1071720469587868898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-does-it-take-to-get-our-attention.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1071720469587868898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/1071720469587868898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/what-does-it-take-to-get-our-attention.html' title='WHAT DOES IT TAKE TO GET OUR ATTENTION?'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-6302743898528582596</id><published>2008-02-13T11:22:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T10:08:47.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRANSIENTS AMBASSADORS</title><summary type='text'>Transients: that’s what we are on this earth. I was reminded of it once again a few days ago when dear friends announced they’d be moving away. Their telling brought back memories of the many moves my family and I have made and an observation our then eighteen-year-old daughter made, “Why is life so full of so many goodbyes?” The only answer I had for her at that time was, “We just don’t notice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/6302743898528582596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/transientsambassadors.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6302743898528582596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/6302743898528582596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/transientsambassadors.html' title='TRANSIENTS AMBASSADORS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-3176225217024644903</id><published>2008-02-11T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:50.388-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GRACE</title><summary type='text'>“Let the words of my mouth, and the meditation of my heart, be acceptable in thy sight, O LORD, my strength, and my redeemer.” (Psalm 19:14 KJV)This scripture quoted and the thoughts expressed as recently as eight days ago by a woman in our adult Bible Class on a Sunday morning not only brought a fond recollection of my mother’s frequently repeating the same passage, but presented it from a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/3176225217024644903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3176225217024644903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/3176225217024644903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/grace.html' title='GRACE'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/R7C-tIOKv-I/AAAAAAAAACI/JNJP5QRWOZ0/s72-c/GraceIsbellEdged.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-7993905448554870354</id><published>2008-02-07T21:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T21:23:50.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'>GENERATIONS OF SMILES</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know how many years my husband’s grandparents were married but it brings a few smiles to recall some of the tales Nana told us when we were young and contemplating our marriage.One of the stories that remains precious and almost unimaginable knowing Nana as the sedate wife of a minister, great student of the Bible, and wonderful gentle lady of distinction she came to be, was about how she</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/7993905448554870354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/generations-of-smiles.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7993905448554870354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/7993905448554870354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/generations-of-smiles.html' title='GENERATIONS OF SMILES'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_zWrj1RfkT6A/R6-Hb4OKv9I/AAAAAAAAACA/b_U7GPuKrCY/s72-c/NanaMe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1157011399523769836.post-455689778265745506</id><published>2008-02-06T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T21:26:38.689-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DAILY DIAMONDS</title><summary type='text'>    Why do we as women of God allow the teachings of the world and/or the actions/reactions of other people permeate our deepest beings to the point of allowing ourselves to feel so invaluable as human beings? I have been pondering this question and what I can do about it since it came to light so obviously with reader responses to the article “I’M INVISIBLE”.    I cannot even begin to suggest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/feeds/455689778265745506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-diamonds.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/455689778265745506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1157011399523769836/posts/default/455689778265745506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hisdailydiamonds.blogspot.com/2008/02/daily-diamonds.html' title='DAILY DIAMONDS'/><author><name>M. SUE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18152197689606538410</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dyZjmUhfQs0/TqFsFGMLhFI/AAAAAAAABZg/ALU73ADn1CM/s220/WW2%2B%2BME%2BFB.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
