<?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-5419610379329019555</id><updated>2011-10-31T16:41:01.719-06:00</updated><category term='Liz Barnes Homeschooling'/><category term='COLLABORATION'/><category term='Liz Barnes in Numero Magazine'/><category term='Deep thoughts from Liz Barnes'/><title type='text'>Ear in the Envelope</title><subtitle type='html'>Comments and reflections on life as a creative person of faith.
And a woman obsessed with Making and Creating.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-4791006750047858069</id><published>2010-03-20T20:22:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-20T21:59:14.232-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Do You Have an Unwritten Code?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Have you ever considered why you do the things you do?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I've discovered that I have an &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);font-size:130%;" &gt;unwritten code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; that effects almost every action in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm a Defender of Children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cannot tolerate anyone who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;abuses, hurts, mistreats, misjudges, disrespects, manipulates,&lt;br /&gt;lies to or devalues &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sometimes I feel like a Pied Piper of kids.  They seem to enjoy being around  me.  Maybe they know that I truly want what's best for them and appreciate them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I Do Not Play Games.... Emotional, Social, Financial.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;My yes is yes and my no is no.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I cannot force myself to live up to expectations &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I do not believe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My neighbor used to worry that people would take advantage of me, especially in business because I was too nice or too honest.  It's a risk I'm wiling to take.  It's the only way I know how to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I Cannot Tolerate Anyone Who Disrespects Another Person&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;especially publicly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I truly believe that if I tolerate disrespectful behavior, especially in public &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;that I am actually condoning the behavior.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;This has gotten me into trouble a few times.  There was the time at the ballet when I told a guy he needed to show a little respect after he yelled profanities at the women who was speaking.  Or when I told another guy he needed to show a little respect when he was yelling annoying comments at a political candidate during a neighborhood meeting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I Do Everything I Can to Follow Through on Commitments.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204); font-weight: bold;font-size:130%;" &gt;unless it violates my code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;My Faith in Jesus Christ is All Consuming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I see God's hand throughout each day.&lt;br /&gt;I pray about the small things and the BIG things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;On St. Patrick's Day I parked in a parking deck and didn't have any cash.  I prayed that God would help me find enough money before it was time to pay.  God answered.  A lady asked about my sunglasses, I had an extra pair, and she bought them from me for $2.00.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt; With the change in the car I had enough to pay the fee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I would consider my faith to be more childlike than theological.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Key words to describe my relationship with Christ are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;LOVE, COMPASSION, KINDNESS, PATIENCE and FORGIVENESS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I'm Am Not Afraid to Confront Anyone Who Defies My Code.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;I actually become physically sick to my stomach if I don't act.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;I Love People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Living out my unwritten code in no way makes me a perfect person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;Just ask my kids and husband.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I know there are many times when I drive them crazy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;But... I'm predictable and transparent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;font-size:130%;" &gt;I Love God and I Love People.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: center; font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What's your unwritten code?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Take the time to write it down.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"  &gt;You might be surprised to find out what motivates your actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Liz :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-4791006750047858069?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/4791006750047858069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=4791006750047858069&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/4791006750047858069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/4791006750047858069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2010/03/do-you-have-unwritten-code.html' title='Do You Have an Unwritten Code?'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-612235963156137906</id><published>2010-01-23T09:26:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T10:08:21.291-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What is My Place Lord?</title><content type='html'>For me the new year breeds ideas and questions.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Am I doing the right thing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Should I GET more education?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Do I need to DO something thing that has more significance?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Should I find a way to MAKE more money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The yearly review of my life can bring a mountain of questioning and dissatisfaction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...After hours of researching college programs and job possibilities I start to come to my senses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does God want me to to be doing right now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What matters to Him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many of the things that I think will bring significance are the VERY things that will pull me away from a deep and meaning relationship with the FATHER. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By filling every minute of my life with supposed significant activity, I slowly close the door for Him to speak into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By filling every minute of my life with supposed significance I close the door to meaningful time with my husband and kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;It becomes like VAN GOGH's flurry of art activity!!!!!  He became significant in the art world, but..... his life on earth was shattered and confused.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord open my heart to finding my significance in YOU.  Help me to be the WHOLE person you want me to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Protect me from running after empty busyness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Help me to seek YOU first!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-612235963156137906?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/612235963156137906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=612235963156137906&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/612235963156137906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/612235963156137906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-is-my-place-lord.html' title='What is My Place Lord?'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-6936105820861492143</id><published>2009-12-26T22:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T22:03:15.202-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BARNES YEAR IN REVEW 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;January&lt;/span&gt; - I spent the month recovering from my first hip replacement.&lt;br /&gt;Tim jumped in and took over the cooking, grocery shopping, cleaning, etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;February&lt;/span&gt; - My joints began to swell.   After quite a bit of testing the doctors were still confused.&lt;br /&gt;We all went to see Tim Hawkins, a very funny Christian comedian in Galesburg.  Even Tim cracked a smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;March&lt;/span&gt; - Tim was still doing lots of cooking, cleaning, and shopping! I was still recovering and homeschooling Heather and Zach.&lt;br /&gt;I began teaching classes at the Art Guild again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;April&lt;/span&gt; - I had my second hip replacement surgery. During this time I also had my first blood transfusion because of an extremely low blood count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;May&lt;/span&gt; - I was diagnosed with Rheumatoid Arthritis. Later my doctor said that he was amazed that I was able to walk through the office door ... that people with labs like mine would usually be lying in a hospital bed. He also said, "You must be a pretty tough lady!" My doctor put me on meds THAT DAY. Within an hour I was starting to feel better!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;June&lt;/span&gt; - Heather and Zach went to Six Flags for the first time with the Richwoods Christian Church junior high youth group.&lt;br /&gt;Zach had his 12th Birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;July&lt;/span&gt; - Tim went to Brazil for a missions trip and floated down the Amazon River. Oh, and his iPhone took a little swim too, but recovered.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;August&lt;/span&gt; - The family spent a relaxing and fun week in Jackson, Wyoming visiting cousins, hanging out in coffee shops, and playing MOUNTAIN GOLF.&lt;br /&gt;Tim celebrated 50.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;September&lt;/span&gt; - Zach and Heather began school again at Aletheia and Liz and Tim began teaching classes there.&lt;br /&gt;Heather and Zach took golf lessons.&lt;br /&gt;My parents spent 6 weeks cleaning organizing, switching, and renovating our upstairs. We all got newly decorated bedrooms and we all moved to different rooms. Heather took over the attic, which now looks like a very cool condo loft. Zach got a very organized boy hang-out, complete with a lego building countertop and storage cabinets. Tim and I finally got the master bedroom in an amazing colonial blue with white trim and wonderful closet organizing systems. And.... we finally have a guest room. So we finally have a place for guests to stay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;October&lt;/span&gt; - I turned 45.  How did that happen.&lt;br /&gt;I began a small group through our church with some great gals - Katie and Emily!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;November&lt;/span&gt; - Zach and Heather began doing part of their schooling online with K-12.&lt;br /&gt;I had an art show at CI Creative in Grand Prairie.&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time at the Cirque Dreams Illumination (like the Cirque de Sole).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;December&lt;/span&gt; -  A fun but CRAZY month includes:&lt;br /&gt;- a Christmas Party and Glass Fusing project with my 3rd/4th grade literature class&lt;br /&gt;- Heather's 15th Birthday Slumber Party&lt;br /&gt;- hosting a wedding shower for Tim's nephew John and his fiancee Talea&lt;br /&gt;- my brother Scott and his wife Holly, and Jessica and Heidi spend a little over a week in                 Peoria.   FUN TIMES!&lt;br /&gt;- the Barnes Family Christmas at our place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Through the challenges and joys of 2009,&lt;br /&gt;God has been so good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that in 2010...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will see God in new and amazing ways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will love as He wants us to love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will forgive as He wants us to forgive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we will become who He want us to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-6936105820861492143?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/6936105820861492143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=6936105820861492143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/6936105820861492143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/6936105820861492143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2009/12/barnes-year-in-revew-2009.html' title='THE BARNES YEAR IN REVEW 2009'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-2661987076943457394</id><published>2009-03-26T10:49:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T11:51:54.789-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='COLLABORATION'/><title type='text'>COLLABORATION BREEDS - CREATIVITY</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I was e-mailing a fellow artist today.  We were discussing the importance of taking an Art Class versus a 'ONE-ON-ONE' experience. So much learning that takes place when people begin to work in collaboration with others.  Students teach students. The instructor teaches the students.  The students teach the instructor.  We learn from other's accomplishments and disasters.   These observed experiences can reduce our" learning or creating" CURVE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold; font-size:18px;"&gt;COLLABORATION BREEDS - CREATIVITY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: bold;font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;T&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;he beauty of COLLABORATION carries into many other areas of our lives: education, medicine, business.   As a person of FAITH in Jesus Christ, I'm reminded how Christ chose to live life in COLLABORATION with others.  He was not a "Lone Ranger."  He was deeply committed to a group of men who lived their lives in COLLABORATION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I wonder.......... how much I live in COLLABORATION with others?  Do I have a group of people who drive me to become more than I am on my own?  Is my heart open to collaborate with others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A few years ago I taught ART at a small Christian grade school, Highland Christian Academy.  I had an idea for the 4th grade class to write and then illustrate their own original stories.  These would be done in groups of 4 students each.  The plan was so beautifully orchestrated in my mind, well behaved students, creating literary masterpieces with illustrations far beyond their perceived capabilities.  If you've taught..... you know that I was living in a DREAM WORLD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;I presented the idea to the students.  They looked at me with glazed eyes, you know, the "I have know idea what your talking about look."  The first two classes were disastrous.  I was breaking up arguments in each group.  The students couldn't make any decision without arguing.  I was getting worried that this was going to be the BOMB of all BOMBS (I'm past 35 years old, so BOMB means something BAD.).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;But by the 3rd class I started to see some progress.  They were delegating people into positions.  Their stories were beginning to take shape.  Photos of CLAYMATION scenes were beginning to look like something recognizable.  The stories weren't what I had imagined, but...... COLLABORATION was beginning to take place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Finally after weeks of work, the students were ready to present their books.  We invited parents and friends.  The tables were decorated and yummy treats were waiting.  A rocking chair was placed at the front of the room for the designated readers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;The crowd was loud.  The reading was awful.  But..... there was a sense of accomplishment on the faces of each student.  They knew how much work that had gone into to their original books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;COLLABORATION....... not always easy, but always worth the effort!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:18px;"&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-2661987076943457394?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/2661987076943457394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=2661987076943457394&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/2661987076943457394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/2661987076943457394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2009/03/collaboration-breeds-creativity.html' title='COLLABORATION BREEDS - CREATIVITY'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-5458798910440587707</id><published>2009-02-14T23:06:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:34:49.813-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thoughts from Liz Barnes'/><title type='text'>Still Thinking......</title><content type='html'>The family went to see the comedian Tim Hawkins tonight in Galesburg!!!!  Tim wasn't too excited about going.  But we drug him along anyway.  I did notice quite a few smiles in his direction.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Valentine's Day!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Liz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-5458798910440587707?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/5458798910440587707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=5458798910440587707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/5458798910440587707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/5458798910440587707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2009/02/still-thinking.html' title='Still Thinking......'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-1067156702212271909</id><published>2009-01-28T21:41:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:35:12.606-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thoughts from Liz Barnes'/><title type='text'>Just Thinking.......</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SYEldJqJcgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Bwp-ESHY_OY/s1600-h/Photo+80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SYEldJqJcgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Bwp-ESHY_OY/s200/Photo+80.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296555819503546882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-1067156702212271909?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/1067156702212271909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=1067156702212271909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/1067156702212271909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/1067156702212271909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-thinking.html' title='Just Thinking.......'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SYEldJqJcgI/AAAAAAAAAKw/Bwp-ESHY_OY/s72-c/Photo+80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-1579027017658534745</id><published>2009-01-28T21:12:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:36:33.700-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thoughts from Liz Barnes'/><title type='text'>Blah, Blah, Blah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a space not to talk about jewelry!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; Art "yes," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;creativity "yes," &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;God "yes." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; The business of it all, nooooooooo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The goal for my life  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;..... not allow my PASSION to become my PRISON.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I need a nudge to finish my  series pieces....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sleep (finished),  Awakening, Purified (both still waiting)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is so easy to have creative ideas....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;but to carry those ideas through to completion.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;that is the difficult part.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But what a sad commentary...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; to be given the gift of creative thoughts &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;dreams &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;...and to never realize those.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It's so easy to become lulled &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;by the everyday.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The heart, the passion become dulled and sleepy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Lord, wake my heart!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Liz&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-1579027017658534745?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/1579027017658534745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=1579027017658534745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/1579027017658534745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/1579027017658534745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2009/01/blah-blah-blah.html' title='Blah, Blah, Blah'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-5752831381689897909</id><published>2008-10-25T14:31:00.003-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:35:50.895-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Barnes in Numero Magazine'/><title type='text'>Fun and Exiting News!!!!  I've just been interviewed for a local Peoria arts magazine "Numero."  I will be the featured artist for January!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-5752831381689897909?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/5752831381689897909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=5752831381689897909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/5752831381689897909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/5752831381689897909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2008/10/fun-and-exiting-new-ive-just-been.html' title='Fun and Exiting News!!!!  I&apos;ve just been interviewed for a local Peoria arts magazine &quot;Numero.&quot;  I will be the featured artist for January!!!!'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-1651244823066070528</id><published>2008-06-07T10:15:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:38:48.495-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Liz Barnes Homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Ready to go on the HOMESCHOOL journey?</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I've posted on my blog.  It's been a crazy year to say the least!!!! &lt;br /&gt;.....getting settled in Peoria,&lt;br /&gt;working through the school issues (we're not in Algonquin anymore),&lt;br /&gt;having two hip surgeries (call an oil and lube by the Dr. at Rush until I eventually need to have 2 hip replacements),&lt;br /&gt;teaching literature/Bible/history at Aletheia,&lt;br /&gt;keeping up with my two very strong willed kids,&lt;br /&gt;saying "hi" to Tim every now and then,&lt;br /&gt;adopting a homeless cat,&lt;br /&gt; burying one mouse, one gerbil, and one hamster,&lt;br /&gt;seeing Tim off on trips to Quito, Sidney, and the  Manila,&lt;br /&gt;a few Jonas Brothers concerts,&lt;br /&gt;dealing with a few rounds of pink eye,&lt;br /&gt;helping with the Jr. High youth group here and there,&lt;br /&gt;starting a small group,&lt;br /&gt;saying good bye to my parents as they head back to Chicago to do ministry again,&lt;br /&gt;......whew.....I know there's more, but I'm getting too tired thinking about it all..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    After a year at Aletheia, I can't believe that I'm considering homeschooling Zach and Heather.  It was a good year, but also a hard year of school for the kids.  I love the people at the school, and I love their passion for the Lord.  But prep and teaching and keeping my kids focused and finishing their loads of homework became ALLLLL toooooo consuming!!!!  I know education is all consuming!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;    Oh, I do miss the days of a great school district with so many caring teachers, and families who supported the teachers and were so involved with their kids and the school.  But  Heather &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;was&lt;/span&gt; sinking with the overwhelming requirements of middle school.  And her attitude and choice of friends were awful!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    So, the next step in the journey begins.  I've been researching curriculum and methods.  I'm very impressed with the Core Knowledge Curriculum.  It's a wise plan of teaching the same information in the same grades across the nation.  It leans a little more toward the classical method of memorizing information, but only for the reason of some information being very foundational to a solid education.  I've found great resources from Colorado public schools who have lesson plans online and the Baltimore Project doing the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Because Zach is ahead in math and Heather struggles a little, I'll be able to have them at the same level.  I've done research on math curriculum and am pretty sold on Saxon but with some extra practice added.    &lt;br /&gt;www.math.com&lt;br /&gt;and&lt;br /&gt;www.softschools.com&lt;br /&gt;are great resources for additional math practice!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    I taught Saxon 87 last year and was not impressed with that text, but.... it sounds like Algebra 1/2 is rated much higher and Saxon is highly regarded by both Classical Education and Core Knowledge.  The key is to move only when the concept is understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'll be posting more later.  We've been invited to go boating with a family from our church.  Wouldn't want to pass up a fun opportunity like that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On His amazing journey,&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-1651244823066070528?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/1651244823066070528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=1651244823066070528&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/1651244823066070528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/1651244823066070528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2008/06/ready-to-go-on-homeschool-journey.html' title='Ready to go on the HOMESCHOOL journey?'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-2744899490282620471</id><published>2007-05-29T13:53:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:38:17.176-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thoughts from Liz Barnes'/><title type='text'>Take time to understand</title><content type='html'>Whew!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a while since I've blogged. Moving to Peoria a few months ago, getting settled, and homeschooling my daughter, Heather, have consumed a lot of my time and my brain. It's weird when you have those times in life where you just don't know what to say. Maybe there's nothing left inside my brain. I think when kids come to live with you - your brain starts to leak out until finally it's all gone. But... I think this has been one of those times in my life when I've just needed to listen. What a concept. Just &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;stop&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;listen&lt;/span&gt; ..... and then &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;think&lt;/span&gt; ..... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;reflect&lt;/span&gt; ... and &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;try to understand. &lt;/span&gt;Sometimes I'm too quick to jump in with a comment and I don't take the time to completely understand before I speak. I can't begin to count the times I've spoken up without knowing or understanding the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;facts&lt;/span&gt; or understanding the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;history&lt;/span&gt;, or understanding the &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;culture&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I assume too often that everyone thinks like me, ....&lt;br /&gt;or should think like me.&lt;br /&gt;Or I assume that their thinking process is the same as mine.&lt;br /&gt;If we're given the same information, we should come up with the same conclusion, right?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;Well, when you've put your foot in your mouth as many times as I have, you realize that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;to respond without first listening and thinking is a very dangerous thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's so much easier to make a quick judgment about a person or situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Wars have been fought ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Marriages have fallen apart ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;People have become slaves ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Churches have been ripped apart ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because of people who have made assumptions or judgments without all of the facts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some assumptions I hear often are:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" Conservatives are negative control freaks ......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" Emergent churches are shallow focusing only on feelings .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" Democrats are baby killers ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" Blacks are in gangs and drive &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;cadillacs&lt;/span&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" Women are fulfilled only when they become mothers ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" people who attend Willow Creek are avoiding a deep commitment to Christ ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL" gun owners are secretly planning to overthrow the US Government ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;"ALL" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... a good word to be saved for verses in the Bible where God speaks truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ALL"&lt;br /&gt;... a word for me to be used after careful consideration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;***** Right now I'm asking God to help me to mature in the area of how I respond to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the "&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Fruit of the Spirit&lt;/span&gt;" is evident in my life I have:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Peace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Self Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone of these qualities would prevent me from reacting in a negative way toward others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't jump to a quick conclusion&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;if I love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and want the best for them &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;and I am patient&lt;br /&gt;and self-controlled enough&lt;br /&gt;to want only good for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I have an incredible sense of justice. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;I don't want anyone to get ripped off,&lt;br /&gt;or to be misunderstood,&lt;br /&gt;or to be gossiped about,&lt;br /&gt;or to disrespected, ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I react quickly when I think there is a lack of justice!!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: left"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Just ask Tim about the time when I told a guy in the audience at a ballet to show a little respect. It was not a pretty response.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Or the time I chased a guy in a car because he cut me off on the ramp and then I spilled my fries.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt; (I came to my senses before anything stupid happened. But I made the quick assumption that he was a jerk and needed me to come and tell him that he was.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But ... I'm learning (still in process by the way) to stop and try to understand first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;I guess, my quickest response is to people who&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;"I THINK"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make WRONG ASSUMPTIONS!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are some verses in Proverbs that speak to this issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Proverbs 17:27-28 (New International Version)&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-16901"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; A man (woman) of knowledge uses words with restraint,&lt;br /&gt;and a man of understanding is even-tempered. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="sup" id="en-NIV-16902"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; Even a fool is thought wise if he (she) keeps silent,&lt;br /&gt;and discerning if he (she) holds his (her) tongue.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Ouch!!!!&lt;/span&gt; Why do so many of us feel like we have to be "know it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;alls&lt;/span&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;"I'm the authority!"&lt;br /&gt;"This is how it is!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'm sure we all have our areas of expertise. I know a thing or two about art and home repair. But the minute I forget to listen, or watch, or learn, or reflect, or understand people - I paint myself into a box of arrogant &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;stupidity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't want to make assumptions about people.&lt;br /&gt;I truly want to love and understand others for who they are.&lt;br /&gt;Do I label people in wide sweeping &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;statments&lt;/span&gt; because it helps organize the filing system in my small little mind? Or could it just be that three letter word - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yuck!!! I've got the disease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to make assumptions that I know as much as there is to know about every subject. There is that old saying, "the more you know, the less you realize you know." There's only one who knows all. Do I try to take God's place and pass myself off as the "ALL Knowing." There I go again - &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;SIN!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Sometimes I even make assumptions about God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;Whew!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;That could be dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;What God has given us in His Word is set in stone!!!!&lt;br /&gt;There's no question about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;.......... But how often do I expect things from Him - that He has never promised. "I know He'll make me happy .... I know He'll give me a husband .... I know I'll have enough money." Assumed expectations can lead to HUGE disappointment!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, my challenge to myself and to whoever is reading this today is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Stop&lt;/span&gt;.... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Listen&lt;/span&gt; .....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then just &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;Think&lt;/span&gt; ..... &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reflect&lt;/span&gt; ... and&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRY to Understand&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;with a heart of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;, Joy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Kindness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;, Goodness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;, Self Control&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;Liz :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-2744899490282620471?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/2744899490282620471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=2744899490282620471&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/2744899490282620471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/2744899490282620471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2007/05/take-time-to-understand.html' title='Take time to understand'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-5108076160295818196</id><published>2007-03-14T11:49:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T19:37:44.338-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deep thoughts from Liz Barnes'/><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>As I sit here in Algonquin in the middle of boxes and listen to meloncholy music, I have a few seconds to think about "The BIG Change."  Tommorrow at 8:30am the Allied semi will pull up to our driveway and "The BIG Change" will be pushed into high gear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a neighbor hosted a going away party for the kids and me.  It was so beautiful to see all the faces I've taken for granted for my years in Algonqnquin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shelby-When we first met I thought we had nothing in common.  8 years later you're the one I've come to for a fresh brewed cup of coffee and talks about kids, husbands, faith, dreams, and disappointments.  Your door has always been open and the cup is quickly in my hand.  Thanks for sharing your life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom-I guess, last night should have been my graduation from the "Mr. Tom School of Home Improvement."  There have been roofs, vines, torch set-ups, sewers, water sepage, gutter rerouting, rotting siding, jack hammer lessons, great grass seed, door installations, giant pieces of cement pulled out with your trusty rusty truck, termite inspections, dead cat discoveries, always the right tool for the right job, and hospitality beyond imagination.  I'm so thankful that you took us on as your "disabled homeowners" - project!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lisa-It started with coffee, a business that lasted through one show, sharing a heart for creative ventures, a passion for good deals, talks of kids, stress, music, and dreams.  I first met Taylor, just after you moved to  the neighborhood - she said, I hope you and my mom can be coffee buddies.  And we became so much more!  You've challenged me in more ways than you'll ever know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deidre-You challenged me to go beyond what I thought I could with my jewelry.  You bought me the best book on Precious Metal Clay ever written.  This led me on the road to certification.  You were definitely the inspiration for me to push and try more.  And Josh and Jessica have been such a blessing to my kids with day camps, church camps, trading babysitting and being good friends that they can count on, and that I can trust.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CJ-The steady rock.  Thanks for sharing your family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Graham-I've loved our talks about tools, glass kiln plans, creative solutions and thanks for pitching in when you saw a need.  You are one of the "GOOD GUYS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca-You've opened your home to Heather and let her be the big sister to Katie.  You've tolerated her swinging pre-teen moods and you've made her feel important.  And you've been there in a pinch to pick up the kids or help out.  Thanks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul-Thanks for tolerating a crazy neighor who takes your wife shopping too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pam-Our Yia-Yia!!!  You would say I've done so much for you, but you've done so much for me.  You welcomed me and the kids into your life, like we were family.  We've shared our hearts and found out that we are "Twins from Different Mothers."  You will always be our Yia-Yia!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria-You traveled with us through the dark days of selling our house.  You've been tolerant of all my phone calls and suggestions.  Thanks for doing an amazing job for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!  What an amazing group of people.  And how much I've been changed in the 8 1/2 years that we've been in Algonquin.  Every person who comes into our lives changes us in one way or another.  I've been challenged and changed in so many ways.  And as I return to Peoria I'm not the person I was when I left.  It's a new chapter in life but as I leave I take small bits from each of you.  You've all reshaped and enriched my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you guys!!!!  And I'll miss seeing you as often.  But I know that we've had a time to walk along side of one another and share our lives.  And I'm so thankful for that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep in touch, but don't feel quilty if you don't. Our lives may move apart in distance but we will always have those small bits of change that we've caused in one another!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On His Amazing journey,&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-5108076160295818196?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/5108076160295818196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=5108076160295818196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/5108076160295818196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/5108076160295818196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2007/03/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-7622158619843407579</id><published>2007-03-07T16:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:41:31.136-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt; wrote:    &lt;div&gt;Crack me up, Liz!  How did I not open this email until today???  I'm not usually THIS delinquent.&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I LOVED your email - - and I had to laugh my head off.  I was a Campus Crusade baby - decided to follow Christ one minute, and join staff and change the world the second - worked on staff for 12 years after graduation.  I LOVED sharing the 4 laws with anyone I could.  And you know what - the formulas ARE a load of crap, Liz.  I SO resonate with your sermon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Liz&lt;/span&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Hey M,&lt;br /&gt; Your words are so encouraging to people who may feel consumed with guilt and the feeling of failure for not living up to our human expectations of shining the light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks so much for your honesty.  And how exciting that you're seeing God live through you.  This may just be a beautiful time in your life where you make some of the best friendships you've ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you,&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; M&lt;/span&gt; wrote:&lt;br /&gt;Liz,&lt;br /&gt;You know what's so weird about living up to human expectations - - i.e. the law???  If you can manage it, and live up to it, it sure can give you a "sense of peace and righteousness."  And that's the lie of it - - the Jews expounded on the law (as if it needed expanding) - so they would know exactly whether or not they measured up.  It's all about measuring up, you know?  If you do - WHEW!  If not, well if you didn't know you sucked already - this would confirm it.  And we (humans generally) INSIST on hanging onto the law.  It's the time-clock we punch to feel good about our day.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Ah, true freedom is so illusive, yet so easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gosh, I'm glad I met you, Liz.  I LOVE the way you think and live life.  Thanks for including me in that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in process,&lt;br /&gt;M&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-7622158619843407579?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/7622158619843407579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=7622158619843407579&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/7622158619843407579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/7622158619843407579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2007/03/m-wrote-crack-me-up-liz-how-did-i-not.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-4234499654669145726</id><published>2007-03-01T09:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T16:22:23.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;The following is a response to an e-mail that&lt;br /&gt;I received  from a neat mom&lt;br /&gt;at Zach's grade school:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;      &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi M,&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;So good to hear from you.  Yes we do have a closing date it's March 16th at both places.  And then the moving service will arrive on the 17th to unload all or our stuff.  It's hard to leave with so many amazing people around here, but God's made it so clear that Peoria is the right thing for now.&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Keep shining His light at School!!!!&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;On His amazing journey,&lt;/div&gt;   Liz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;M &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;wrote:       &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, Liz, I have to admit - when I met you and realized your deep spiritual roots, I was SO &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;sad&lt;/span&gt; when you guys made the move.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Any advice you have for shining that light would be appreciated.  You have a lot more time invested, and spiritual wisdom I'd love to learn from.  I know now is crazy - but anything you have to offer - I'll take it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;Praying for you all,&lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt;Mary&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;Liz &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;wrote: &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;It's never too busy/crazy to talk about one of my favorite subjects.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I think the main piece of advice I could give it is  -&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be REAL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Be TRANSPARENT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(we're not perfect or without fear, sharing our humanity draws us together)&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;LOVE PEOPLE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I don't love because Jesus first loved me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Later commentary on this outrageous statement:  When I love people I don't think to myself, "Jesus loved me, so I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;must&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; love this person."  "I love people as a response to a changed heart.)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;    &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I don't love to fulfill an evangelical agenda.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I love because my heart desires to love.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;There are so many formulas out  there.  I think they're all a load of CRAP.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Oops!  Was that too transparent?  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Jesus was so simple in His words:  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Love Him, love others, &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;serve Him, serve others.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;I used to feel so guilty that I wasn't the "present &lt;u&gt;The 4 Spirtual Laws&lt;/u&gt;" type of person.  It all seemed so pre-packaged, uncomfortable.  There were the steps I needed to memorize... &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;then I had to find the right transition....... blah, blah, blah, blah.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;By simply living your life in front of others - your light will shine.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;First they see your actions. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Your ridiculous honesty in all situations will seem strange to them. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you return to Target to pay for  that marker &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;that didn't go throught the check-out    &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the light will flash.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you take cookies to a new neighbor, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;shovel your older neighbors stairs, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;offer to pick up someone's kids, ........&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Your compassion, &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Your willing heart,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;These are acts that shine.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I see my kind of life as normal, average.  That's just the way I live.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But ... it's very different from the way most people live. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;I  also used to think that  the only way to become a Christian would be to have the&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Damascus Road Experience"&lt;/strong&gt;.   &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;But I see many people ease into faith.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Part of easing into faith is seeing consistent faith in action.&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;They see peace in your eyes &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;and hear kindness in your words.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;When the waves of pain flow into their lives - you will be the one they turn to.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;You will be the one who cares. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;When you ask them if you can pray for their situation, they know you are real in your faith.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Not a stranger on their doorstep speaking Christianeeze. &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You're a friend.  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal; font-style: italic;"&gt;(You're a friend to them and they're a friend to you.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;The beautiful thing is that you don't even try to change them.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;You just love them.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;You live Jesus in front of them .  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;An amazing  thing begins to happen on this journey - &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;your faith strengthens&lt;/em&gt; .....because you see their miracle of spiritual change.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;You love &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;                       ..........but in the end you are loved back.  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Slowly the light begins to shine in another life&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It's a GOD THING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Well, that's my sermon for today!!!!  I hope this encourages you!  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;On His amazing journey,&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;Liz Barnes&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-4234499654669145726?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/4234499654669145726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=4234499654669145726&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/4234499654669145726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/4234499654669145726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2007/03/following-is-response-to-e-mail-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5419610379329019555.post-8138801569460864150</id><published>2007-02-12T15:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T19:32:33.900-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Intro to "Ear in the Envelope"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Today I begin the blogging journey. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I've titled my blog "Ear in the Envelope." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;If you're familiar with a little art history you will remember that Vincent Van Gogh - in a moment of frustration and insanity cut off his ear lobe and placed it in an envelope. Some claim Van Gogh later visited a brothel to present the severed lobe to a prostitute named Rachel. I hope to capture the same passion. In the middle of this chaotic world, how should we live and respond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Van Gogh is one of my favorite characters. His life was intense! But through that intensity there are interesting situations that make me think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of some of my favorite bits of information about Vincent:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. His father was a pastor. &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Hmmm, I wonder what impact that relationship had on his faith?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. He was unsure of his purpose in life and searched passionately for an answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. He wanted to be a pastor and began to prepare for that life, but the Greek and Hebrew were more that he could handle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;What kinds of things get in our way and prevent us from doing what we want or feel like we should do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. He became a missionary to miners in South Belgium. He was determined to live in the imitation of Christ but his extreme behavior and the fact that he gave his money and clothing away alarmed the missions organization and they soon asked him to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;He was compassionate to the poor, he wanted to imitate Christ.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. He was never self-sufficient. His brother Theo supported him financially most of his adult life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;Did this bother him? Could I live this way being totally dependent. Should I live this way when it comes to my "Heavenly Father?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. His life was a clear spiritual battle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#99ffff;"&gt;His life was extreme. It's pretty accepted that he had some type of mental illness. But is the spiritual battle as clearly played out in my life? Do I live as if the idea of spiritual battle is a conversation only for a Bible class? Am I sensative enough to know when God is working in my life? Do I know when satan is pulling me in the wrong direction?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. He was who he was. He was not trying to follow the fashions of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Ear in the Envelope" is a place to answer questions like these.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;It is a place to share truth,&lt;br /&gt;truth about ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;about life,&lt;br /&gt;and about OUR FATHER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a place to ask questions without fear.&lt;br /&gt;It is a place to open our hearts in honesty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place to learn to "LIVE" in Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Liz&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5419610379329019555-8138801569460864150?l=earintheenvelope.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/feeds/8138801569460864150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5419610379329019555&amp;postID=8138801569460864150&amp;isPopup=true' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/8138801569460864150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5419610379329019555/posts/default/8138801569460864150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://earintheenvelope.blogspot.com/2007/02/intro-to-ear-in-envelope.html' title='Intro to &quot;Ear in the Envelope&quot;'/><author><name>Liz Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10286165049973371582</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_MX_IU8-ME6o/SLLUZtl2QCI/AAAAAAAAAIc/gFDKH4V5B8I/S220/morning+coffee.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry></feed>
