<?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-12286132</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:54:40.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pastor's Wife</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts on life, and being a Pastor's Wife.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>72</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-4213778060971263218</id><published>2008-11-06T17:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T17:40:22.594-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Website</title><content type='html'>I just wanted to post a link to our new family website.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.morelovetogive.com/"&gt;"More Love To Give" - Bollinger Adoption Journey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-4213778060971263218?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/4213778060971263218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=4213778060971263218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/4213778060971263218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/4213778060971263218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/11/new-website.html' title='New Website'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-2011026865263992704</id><published>2008-10-19T17:31:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T22:43:55.102-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Amazing Anniversary!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SPu3Y9q_3lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OI5suBrDmas/s1600-h/P1020034.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SPu3Y9q_3lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OI5suBrDmas/s320/P1020034.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998629384838738" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SPu28jAi9mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NrSxYORQubs/s1600-h/fourofus.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SPu28jAi9mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/NrSxYORQubs/s320/fourofus.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5258998141191124578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was the 4th Anniversary of River Stone Community Church. We celebrated with a Picnic and Baptism at the River. It was amazing day!! 9 people in all were baptized. In 2004, River Stone started out with about 30 or so people and today there were about 230. God is amazing and is doing great things here in San Marcos!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, we give you all the praise and all the glory. We pray you continue to bless River Stone and grant us favor. May you keep us continually devoted to you. Help us to walk humbly, upright and blameless. Thank you for giving us 4 incredible years and we ask that this church would outlive us and be around to teach future generations about YOU!! Thank you Jesus for this precious day :) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Greater things have yet to come and greater things are still to be done in this city!" ~ Bluetree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-2011026865263992704?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/2011026865263992704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=2011026865263992704&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2011026865263992704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2011026865263992704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/10/amazing-anniversary.html' title='An Amazing Anniversary!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SPu3Y9q_3lI/AAAAAAAAAEc/OI5suBrDmas/s72-c/P1020034.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-3657615962871980106</id><published>2008-09-22T07:57:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T08:04:35.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auntie Holly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SNeXk2xLMnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QjvYzBvWy6g/s1600-h/Auntholly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SNeXk2xLMnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QjvYzBvWy6g/s320/Auntholly.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248830550156456562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week Jason and I were blessed with our 1st niece. Our siblings have been aunts/uncles for 6 years now...not fair...but we are finally Aunt Holly &amp; Uncle Jason. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Anabella Marie Smith&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; was born Wednesday, September 17th, 2008 at 7:14 p.m. She weighed 5 lbs and 11 oz. and was 20 inches long. She is absolutely beautiful!!! Bethany was amazing. She was in labor on and off for about 36 hours. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can't wait to spoil our little Bella Boo (that's what I call her)!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-3657615962871980106?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/3657615962871980106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=3657615962871980106&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/3657615962871980106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/3657615962871980106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/09/auntie-holly.html' title='Auntie Holly'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SNeXk2xLMnI/AAAAAAAAAEM/QjvYzBvWy6g/s72-c/Auntholly.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-568742120159742104</id><published>2008-08-25T10:39:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T10:55:44.701-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Day of Kindergarten</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SLLVJaOCZcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wCdNNvSeMeE/s1600-h/P1010648.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SLLVJaOCZcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wCdNNvSeMeE/s320/P1010648.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5238483674219046338" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was Jacob's first day of Kindergarten. So surreal. I knew this day would eventually come but now that it's here, it's very strange. We woke Jake up about 7. He asked for pancakes in the shape of a chihuahua named Squeaky for his 1st Day of School Breakfast. I delivered what I thought looked like it but Jake said it looked more like a bird, but he was still happy to eat it. I made him a mickey mouse pancake that made up for the mishap though. :) He ate his pancakes, put on his new clothes and new shoes, brushed his hair and his teeth, got his backpack on and was ready for school. I think the best part of the day came next for me. We always pray with him before school (well, we did before preschool), and he prayed first. He said a sweet prayer thanking God for the beautiful day and to not go to the principal and to be good, but the best part is when he said, "And I pray for Ms. Pascoe." It was so sweet. I never expected him to pray for that. I really almost started the water works right then, but it was very sweet and very special and quite grown up! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I then drove him to the school, walked him to his class, helped him put his stuff away and where it goes, took a picture and said our goodbyes. It was a quick goodbye. He was definitely ready for school since we held him back a year. I'm so glad we did though!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we dropped him off and the two of us drove home and I walked in, that's when I teared up. I'm so used to him being here with me most if not all of the time, and now someone else gets to be with him and play with him and teach him all day. Jason mentioned that it was strange that we weren't the main influences in his life anymore. Strange, but good. We are looking forward to this year and what God has for Jacob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very proud of my little Kindergartner. He has grown up so much and so fast, but I'm so proud of the boy he is becoming....the boy who prays for his teacher!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jake, I pray you have a great first day, that you learn a lot, have tons of fun, and have a great first year of school!! I love you. Mommy :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-568742120159742104?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/568742120159742104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=568742120159742104&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/568742120159742104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/568742120159742104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/08/first-day-of-kindergarten.html' title='First Day of Kindergarten'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SLLVJaOCZcI/AAAAAAAAAEE/wCdNNvSeMeE/s72-c/P1010648.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-2227974097216371234</id><published>2008-08-21T09:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T09:30:32.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>RIVER STONE CHAMPS!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SK17kRwXuqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YJRpk0_7pVE/s1600-h/trophyus2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SK17kRwXuqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YJRpk0_7pVE/s320/trophyus2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236977804873546402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a while (summers are crazy), but this one will make up for it!! So the question is now...What was I doing all summer? Here it is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night our 3 year old River Stone softball team won it's first Championship!! We were so proud. The final score was 24-8. We were victorious. The first half of the season we didn't win any games, and then we came back to win the championship. Victory is sweet! Last night after we played the best game ever, won the championship, and took some celebratory team pictures, a man came walking toward us with t-shirts and a HUGE TROPHY!! We didn't even know they gave out trophies. The sheer thought of winning was good enough but a t-shirt and a trophy put us over the top. So here it is....the Championship Trophy!!! GO RIVER STONE!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-2227974097216371234?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/2227974097216371234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=2227974097216371234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2227974097216371234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2227974097216371234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/08/river-stone-champs.html' title='RIVER STONE CHAMPS!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SK17kRwXuqI/AAAAAAAAAD8/YJRpk0_7pVE/s72-c/trophyus2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-5556107763383036862</id><published>2008-05-11T13:04:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T11:15:53.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Mother's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SCm-NySEfvI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3oxG6PFLUM/s1600-h/DSCN7909.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SCm-NySEfvI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3oxG6PFLUM/s200/DSCN7909.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199896388821090034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never forget this Mother's Day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday evening, we were walking out the door to go eat dinner and I couldn't find Jacob in the house. I walked outside and heard a child screaming. I thought it was just the neighbor kids playing basketball or something. I look over and Jacob is sitting on a utility box in between our house and the house next door screaming in pain. I stood there in shock and Jason ran to him. After a minute I went over and Jacob had taken about an inch chunk out of the inside of his left knee. I don't mean to be so gruesome, but we could see his fatty tissue hanging out. &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(I'll spare you that picture)&lt;/span&gt; The cut was about an inch wide and an inch deep. Immediately we jumped in the car and went to the ER. We weren't sure what to expect since it was our first ER trip with our son. We called a friend of ours who is an ER doctor there but he was not on call, but he said he would call ahead to his friend who was on call and let him know we were coming. Thankfully, his huge wound wasn't bleeding very much. I'm not sure why it wasn't, except that God was taking care of him. He wasn't in a lot of pain either. Again, God! When we got there, he was a little scared but did great! They took his blood pressure, temperature, and all of that. We got him registered and maybe had to wait about 2 minutes. They took him back to his room. I was still registering, but when I walked into his room, he was laying on the bed watching the Disney channel. He thought that was pretty cool. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later some nurses and EMT's came in to set everything up for the doctor to come in and suture. The doctor was very nice. He told Jacob that he "looked cold". So, we wrapped him up in a sheet that held his arms down. Then they deadened the wound by injecting 5 needles into it. Jacob was screaming, crying and asking "When is it going to be over?" It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do, but I didn't want to cry in front of him. He was hurting and scared, and so was I. It's so hard to watch your child in any kind of pain, let alone, major pain. Jason was hovering over him so he couldn't move or see and I was just reassuring him that it would be over with soon and then he wouldn't hurt anymore. It about killed me though. After that, they began stitching him up. I believe he had to have about 10-12 stitches. It was pretty bad. He started feeling the pressure of the doctor pulling as he stitched and he thought it was pain so he was crying during that as well. For being 5, and never going to a hospital or anywhere but his yearly check-ups, he did absolutely amazing. I don't think I would have held it together as much as he did. His 10-12 stitches looked like a smiley face or a "J" on his knee. All in all, the process took about 2 hours and then we were home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my Mother's Day this year didn't start out so happy. It was hard to watch my son go through that, but I could rest in knowing that God was protecting him. That's why we pray protection over him every day. It could have been much worse, but God spared him and us from going through that. I spent Mother's Day at home watching out for Jacob's leg, but there's no where else I would have rather been.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Jesus for this tough, beautiful kid that made me a Mommy. Thank you for protecting him. Continue to watch over him daily. He's still yours Lord, but thank you for entrusting him to us for just a little while. He is our blessing from You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SCm-dSSEfwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sm-zDTP2gAc/s1600-h/family.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SCm-dSSEfwI/AAAAAAAAAD0/sm-zDTP2gAc/s200/family.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199896655109062402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-5556107763383036862?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/5556107763383036862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=5556107763383036862&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/5556107763383036862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/5556107763383036862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/05/this-mothers-day.html' title='This Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SCm-NySEfvI/AAAAAAAAADs/-3oxG6PFLUM/s72-c/DSCN7909.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-1094841939912111886</id><published>2008-03-07T14:58:00.009-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T03:43:13.487-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Piano, Spanish &amp; Grasshoppers...Oh my!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/R9G3jESrycI/AAAAAAAAADk/pf7bBzi43Hk/s1600-h/grasshoppers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/R9G3jESrycI/AAAAAAAAADk/pf7bBzi43Hk/s200/grasshoppers.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5175119259900824002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't blogged in a while. It's been a weird time in the Bollinger household, but things are getting more normal, and a little easier. Thanks to everyone for all your prayers and support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past few weeks Jacob has started taking piano lessons and Spanish lessons. He also has just signed up for T-ball. He is doing quite well at piano and can already play &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Mary Had a Little Lamb&lt;/span&gt;. He's enjoying doing something on his own without Mommy &amp; Daddy. He is loving school and we are all ready for a break next week. Today, he went to his piano/Spanish lesson and he was wearing a red hoodie. His teacher told him that red was her favorite color and he looked up at her and said, "rojo", so as you can see, Spanish is coming along great as well. He loves taking lessons and he loves his teacher. We all do!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T-ball starts next week. Last night was our first ever T-ball team meeting. I can't believe I'm about to enter the world of Little League. Jacob is officially a Grasshopper. This is his first year to play outdoor t-ball. We found out last night at the Parent meeting that he will be having practices on Tuesday and Thursday nights as well as games on Saturday. I never wanted sports or any extracurricular activity to rule our family schedule, but I am very excited about the opportunity to meet new people, and to participate within the community. I think Jacob is going to have a lot of fun, and he already has 2 friends from his preschool class on his team which is really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it begins! First up piano, Spanish, and grasshoppers, next stop....turning 6 and starting Kindergarten. It's hard to believe it's almost here, but that will have to be a whole other blog.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-1094841939912111886?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/1094841939912111886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=1094841939912111886&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/1094841939912111886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/1094841939912111886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2008/03/piano-spanish-grasshoppersoh-my.html' title='Piano, Spanish &amp; Grasshoppers...Oh my!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/R9G3jESrycI/AAAAAAAAADk/pf7bBzi43Hk/s72-c/grasshoppers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-330277793875966014</id><published>2007-12-22T23:45:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T17:44:11.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas The Night Before Jesus...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/R234JcW3N_I/AAAAAAAAADc/c0iV64WPCsA/s1600-h/nativity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/R234JcW3N_I/AAAAAAAAADc/c0iV64WPCsA/s200/nativity.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5147042790268942322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading a story called  "Twas the Night Before Jesus" to my son the other night. It had some weird wording, some not-so-good theology, and was a little over his head, so I decided to write my own version. I wanted to share it with you so we could all remember the true meaning of CHRISTmas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Twas the night before Jesus, and all through the town&lt;br /&gt;Everyone was wondering when God would come down&lt;br /&gt;For they had been told of a Savior's birth&lt;br /&gt;That would happen soon, here, on the earth&lt;br /&gt;Joseph and Mary were traveling to be&lt;br /&gt;In Bethlehem town, where all could see&lt;br /&gt;The birth of their son, Jesus, by name&lt;br /&gt;Who would save us all from sin and from shame&lt;br /&gt;When they finally arrived there late that night&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't a place to rest anywhere in sight&lt;br /&gt;A small dirty stable was where they were told to go&lt;br /&gt;Not at all glorious, humble and low&lt;br /&gt;Shepherds and Kings came from far and near&lt;br /&gt;To see the baby of which they did hear&lt;br /&gt;They gave him gifts that they did bring&lt;br /&gt;Gifts that were fit for a worthy, noble King&lt;br /&gt;As the stories of old said what was true&lt;br /&gt;The baby had come, for this they knew&lt;br /&gt;Some didn't know him, some didn't understand&lt;br /&gt;That God was now flesh and God was now man&lt;br /&gt;For the Savior of all had come down to be&lt;br /&gt;The Father &amp; The Son in a little baby&lt;br /&gt;A star shone above where Jesus did lay&lt;br /&gt;To represent why we celebrate this Christmas Day&lt;br /&gt;Jesus had come into darkness to shine his True Light&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and to all a blessed night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Copyright Holly Bollinger 2007&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-330277793875966014?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/330277793875966014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=330277793875966014&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/330277793875966014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/330277793875966014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/12/twas-night-before-jesus.html' title='Twas The Night Before Jesus...'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/R234JcW3N_I/AAAAAAAAADc/c0iV64WPCsA/s72-c/nativity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-7293696600259031192</id><published>2007-12-14T01:04:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T20:31:30.168-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What He Said...</title><content type='html'>I know it's been a while since I've blogged but the past few weeks for us have been the most difficult of our lives. Jason wrote a long and in depth blog that pretty much sums it up, so here is what he said....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://fullnessofgod.blogspot.com/2007/12/pain.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-7293696600259031192?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/7293696600259031192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=7293696600259031192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/7293696600259031192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/7293696600259031192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-he-said.html' title='What He Said...'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-151001844532756779</id><published>2007-09-17T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T09:54:38.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Blog, Where Art Thou?</title><content type='html'>I promised I have blogged since July 4th. I'm not sure where the posts went but they have magically disappeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since my last "supposed" July 4th blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JACOB has turned 5! His Daddy and I (well, mostly his Daddy) built him a rather large fort in the backyard. He had a very fun Diego Birthday Party at a huge indoor playground for kids, and it was a big success. YAY for my big boy! He is still in preschool since he's an August baby, but he loves it. His new favorite thing is to do is play games. We usually play Monopoly Jr. or Dora Candyland (Yes we have Dora Candyland). But when he's not playing board games he's playing Play Station. He loves Crash Bandicoot and Pac-Man. Pretty fun!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Ru6TUw00eQI/AAAAAAAAADA/aiqw3drtVtg/s1600-h/DSC02750.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Ru6TUw00eQI/AAAAAAAAADA/aiqw3drtVtg/s200/DSC02750.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111184612025202946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;JASON is still moving pianos, preaching, and is now leading the college bible study on campus. He's getting geared up for the fall and is currently preaching a series on "Joseph" from the OT. He is also the best short stop ever on our River Stone softball team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have overcome a full summer of work and lots of busyness. I'm still writing the Children's curriculum at the church. I also help with the Women's Ministry and sing in the band every once in a while. I'm still doing graphics and I'm currently working on some wedding invitations for some college students that are fixing to get hitched. And speaking of hitched...my sister is also getting married in a few months and I'm the Matron of Honor. It's kind of weird to have my little sister getting married, but I'm very happy for her. I'm also getting into exercising. I go workout several times a week and my hubby just bought me some new purple weights. I'm trying to get into a good workout groove. I think I'm finally developing my own pace. Now that Jacob is back in school it helps a lot. I am the catcher on our awesome softball team. We have had a lot of fun with that this summer as well. Lots of games, but it's good exercise :) I've also been witnessing a major miracle in my life. For those of you who don't know I have had major female type problems since I was 16, including being told I would have to have help having kids. Well, God was bigger than that and he's certainly bigger than this. I found an awesome doctor (who happens to be a Chiropractor/Physical Therapist/Nutritionist). He has put me on hormonal herb therapy. I'm taking anywhere between 16-22 herbs/vitamins a day to help balance out my system and I really think it's starting to work. I feel better and I'm really glad it's not birth control. These problems have started affecting my every day life and I'm praising God for the fact that I might not ever have to worry about this ever again. THANK YOU JESUS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WE have adopted 3 kids......(well, college kids). They are all from my hometown which is fun and we get to hang out, do laundry, and lots of fun stuff! Jacob loves his new big sisters and brother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RIVER STONE is doing very well. It's about to turn 3 years old. I can't believe it. It's awesome to see how God has changed us and shaped us in our past 3 years at River Stone. I'm looking forward to many more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Ru6Tvw00eRI/AAAAAAAAADI/L8N5kYcVX5w/s1600-h/us.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Ru6Tvw00eRI/AAAAAAAAADI/L8N5kYcVX5w/s200/us.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111185075881670930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's all for now....sorry again about the missing posts. Until next blog...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-151001844532756779?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/151001844532756779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=151001844532756779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/151001844532756779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/151001844532756779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/09/oh-blog-where-art-thou.html' title='Oh Blog, Where Art Thou?'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Ru6TUw00eQI/AAAAAAAAADA/aiqw3drtVtg/s72-c/DSC02750.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-8906309412487695646</id><published>2007-08-16T12:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-22T02:15:43.017-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tornado Alley</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RsSGnlb0hMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mfe4y7h_gWw/s1600-h/Sign_Color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RsSGnlb0hMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mfe4y7h_gWw/s200/Sign_Color.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5099348692712064194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow!! I didn't realize how long it had been since I blogged, but today is a special day. Today is my son's 5th birthday. I can't believe he's 5. I actually have a child old enough to go to school...very strange! Well, on this special day I'd like to share a very funny story about my precious boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few months ago, Jason and I decided that we wanted Jacob to have a playground for the backyard. We began shopping for one sort of like the the big Rainbow Playgrounds you see on the side of the road, but they were way too much...so...we decided to build our own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I started building it last Saturday. Jacob was outside with us and when he asked us what we were building we just said, "Well, it's something for the yard since we don't have anything in it." Later that day after we had finished cementing the past holes in the ground, Jason said, "If there's ever a tornado we should get under here because it isn't going anywhere." Well, I guess Jacob overheard so from then on he thought we were building a tornado shelter. So we let him think that...until today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning we finally told him that it was his playground. It was also the first time he had seen it with the ladder and the slide on it. I didn't think he actually realized what it was until we were all sitting down to breakfast and Jacob goes..."That isn't really a tornado shelter is it, it's really MY playground. You built a playground just for me!" He was so excited. We also showed him the steering wheel and the periscope that aren't on yet. It isn't totally finished and even if it were, it's raining here today so he will have to wait to play on it, but that will give Jason time to finish it. I'll post pictures when it's done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY JACOB!!!! I HOPE YOU LIKE YOUR TORNADO SHELTER!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-8906309412487695646?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/8906309412487695646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=8906309412487695646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/8906309412487695646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/8906309412487695646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/08/tornado-alley.html' title='Tornado Alley'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RsSGnlb0hMI/AAAAAAAAAC4/mfe4y7h_gWw/s72-c/Sign_Color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-501278668250404019</id><published>2007-07-04T23:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T00:10:01.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FREEDOM!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rox9GI9wWPI/AAAAAAAAACw/f2tvRuakw-M/s1600-h/857.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rox9GI9wWPI/AAAAAAAAACw/f2tvRuakw-M/s200/857.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5083575623833639154" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight, Jason, Jake and I went to Austin to watch the fireworks. The ones in San Marcos were cancelled on the most beautiful night we have had since the torrential rain has resided over central Texas. We wanted to see some, so we went. We got there a little late, so we drove around to find a spot away from Zilker Park, because it was a mad house. Traffic was actually stopped on the highway because people were watching the fireworks. We finally found a spot on a hill at Park Hills Baptist Church in Austin. I stood there between 3 wooden crosses overlooking downtown Austin and watched fireworks, and while the fireworks were sentimental and all I wasn't really humming "The Star Spangeled Banner" in my head, instead I was humming, "Shadow of Your Cross" by Joel Engle, thinking how awesome it was that the three crosses were there, and how not only do I live in a free country, but I have freedom in Christ. Because Christ died on the cross, I am free! Free from sin. Free from death. I'll leave you with the lyrics. Thank you Jesus for my gift of freedom!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lamb of God, Son of man how you suffered how You bled &lt;br /&gt;With a crown of thorns pressed upon Your head &lt;br /&gt;You chose the road of pain &lt;br /&gt;You walked the hill of all my shame, all my shame &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of Your cross, I will live for all my days &lt;br /&gt;How could I forget the price You paid &lt;br /&gt;In the shelter of Your love I will give You all my praise &lt;br /&gt;In the shadow of Your cross I will stay &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man of sorrows crucified pure and holy sacrifice &lt;br /&gt;As the hammer hit the nail You offered up Your life &lt;br /&gt;You gave up heaven for Your own &lt;br /&gt;You took our punishment alone &lt;br /&gt;You were so alone &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O King of Majesty &lt;br /&gt;Forever I will sing &lt;br /&gt;Of the gift You gave to me &lt;br /&gt;You gave to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-501278668250404019?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/501278668250404019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=501278668250404019&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/501278668250404019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/501278668250404019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/07/freedom.html' title='FREEDOM!!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rox9GI9wWPI/AAAAAAAAACw/f2tvRuakw-M/s72-c/857.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-4136730627137179497</id><published>2007-05-15T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T11:44:03.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bollinger Update!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rkni1ocIg1I/AAAAAAAAACo/HtC2VTzXvqA/s1600-h/DSCN7109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rkni1ocIg1I/AAAAAAAAACo/HtC2VTzXvqA/s200/DSCN7109.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5064828666971194194" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just wanted to let everyone know what's going on with us currently....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, first, our friends have finally found a house. Praise God! This has been a really tough time for them. On June 1st, they will finally feel at home in San Marcos. Thank you Jesus!! (Oh yea and they aren't living with us anymore---they have moved on to bigger and better things :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have now lived in our house that God graciously gave us a year today. Thank you God again for your many blessings. We are very thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next week, our friends Norman &amp; Grace Barnes from England will be staying with us. They are so amazing!! God has really blessed us with their friendship. Norman will be speaking at River Stone on the 20th. Please pray for them as they travel here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob will be finished with his first year of preschool in a few weeks. He loves school, but I think he's ready for a break. He has done really well, and learned a lot. Now if I could only get him to tie his shoes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I are coming up on our 9th Anniversary in June. I can't believe it's been 9 years; 9 wonderful, amazing, emotional, hard, exciting, blessed, and fun years!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents gave us Schlitterbahn Season Passes this year, so we will be spending most of the summer there, which is good, because I desperately need a tan. Jacob is so excited. And to be perfectly honest I am too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I guess that's all for now. If you have a moment, let us know what's going on with you too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-4136730627137179497?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/4136730627137179497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=4136730627137179497&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/4136730627137179497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/4136730627137179497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/05/bollinger-update.html' title='Bollinger Update!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rkni1ocIg1I/AAAAAAAAACo/HtC2VTzXvqA/s72-c/DSCN7109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-8523267845180614744</id><published>2007-05-08T03:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T03:44:40.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling, Bling!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RkA4WIcIg0I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ct7Nbrt7o-w/s1600-h/n82500681_30203548_4331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RkA4WIcIg0I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ct7Nbrt7o-w/s200/n82500681_30203548_4331.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5062107934038197058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister is engaged......YAY!!! I'm so happy for her. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(That's her ring by the way)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-8523267845180614744?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/8523267845180614744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=8523267845180614744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/8523267845180614744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/8523267845180614744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/05/bling-bling.html' title='Bling, Bling!!!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RkA4WIcIg0I/AAAAAAAAACg/Ct7Nbrt7o-w/s72-c/n82500681_30203548_4331.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-5788764172097841027</id><published>2007-04-30T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T13:49:40.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perspective</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RjY51ocIgyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_yZzgA7fMq8/s1600-h/perspective.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5059294824948597538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RjY51ocIgyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_yZzgA7fMq8/s200/perspective.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God always has a way of putting my life in perspective. Last Sunday night I had the worst night I have had in a really long time. Probably since before Jacob was born. I was just done. I needed a break, so I went to my parent's house for a few days to just get away, to rest, and to refuel to await the next time my tank is empty. I rested, had a lot of time to read my Bible and pray uninterrupted, and really just did nothing. It was great!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of those days I was laying on the floor in my parents bedroom and God basically handed me exactly what I needed. I was laying on the floor looking at books on my parent's bookshelf and I saw a book that captured my attention. So I opened it and it was a Bible Study guide to help women learn how to live at peace in the midst of every day stress in their life as a woman, wife, and mother. The best thing was, that it was empty and my mom didn't really even know she had it. So I stole it because I felt like God specifically left it for me to find. Everything this week has just clicked for me. The Bible Study I found, what God is showing us through the teaching at church, scripture I was already reading, and through songs I was listening to. I think God used last Sunday night to just sit me down and allow me to rest in Him this week. If it had been a good night, I probably wouldn't have taken the break I so desperately needed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Last night (a week after my bad day) we had a guest worship leader, Lindsey Kane. If you have never heard of her you need to. She has a huge talent, and the sweetest spirit you will ever know. (&lt;a href="http://www.lindseykane.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.lindseykane.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/lindseykane2"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;www.myspace.com/lindseykane2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;) Anyway, God summed up my week last night in one song she sang called, "He Knows". It isn't even out yet, but she sang it last night. It was basically, he knows everything we go through, he hurts when we hurt, and he just knows, cares, and loves us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God used little things each day to help me re-gain my perspective. It's so awesome that the God of the Universe takes time out to share life with ME, and walk beside ME, and love ME even when I don't deserve it, and especially when I needed it the most. Thank you Jesus for allowing me to rest in You this week!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-5788764172097841027?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/5788764172097841027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=5788764172097841027&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/5788764172097841027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/5788764172097841027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/04/perspective.html' title='Perspective'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RjY51ocIgyI/AAAAAAAAACQ/_yZzgA7fMq8/s72-c/perspective.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-7610968552111795852</id><published>2007-04-16T13:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-16T13:18:44.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>8 Is Enough!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RiO9XjO3lvI/AAAAAAAAACI/qKNx3nLCb4Y/s1600-h/tv_home.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5054091419132073714" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RiO9XjO3lvI/AAAAAAAAACI/qKNx3nLCb4Y/s200/tv_home.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now we have 8 people living in our 1600 sq. ft. house. They have been here a little over 2 weeks, waiting for word on a house they have a contract on or until they find a new one. They have 3 children; a 5 year old son, and twin (almost 2 yr. old) daughters. There's a lot of screaming, a lot of fighting, and well...a lot of people. It's crazy trying to coordinate food menu's, getting laundry done, etc., but we're managing. It's just a &lt;em&gt;REALLY&lt;/em&gt; good thing we are very close friends. We haven't killed each other yet, but I'll keep you posted!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-7610968552111795852?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/7610968552111795852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=7610968552111795852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/7610968552111795852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/7610968552111795852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/04/8-is-enough.html' title='8 Is Enough!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RiO9XjO3lvI/AAAAAAAAACI/qKNx3nLCb4Y/s72-c/tv_home.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-2339336604937900588</id><published>2007-03-29T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-29T11:24:55.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Husband's Blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fullnessofgod.blogspot.com"&gt;www.fullnessofgod.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-2339336604937900588?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/2339336604937900588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=2339336604937900588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2339336604937900588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2339336604937900588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-husbands-blog.html' title='My Husband&apos;s Blog'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-2070948797335585658</id><published>2007-03-22T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T14:03:50.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Wanna Be a Cowboy Baby. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RgLSb_5xGuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_r1Q53pG9BQ/s1600-h/DSCN6973.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044825911060404962" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RgLSb_5xGuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_r1Q53pG9BQ/s320/DSCN6973.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; It was Cowboy Day at Jake's school yesterday. I thought I would share his adorable picture. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-2070948797335585658?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/2070948797335585658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=2070948797335585658&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2070948797335585658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/2070948797335585658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-wanna-be-cowboy-baby.html' title='I Wanna Be a Cowboy Baby. . .'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RgLSb_5xGuI/AAAAAAAAAB0/_r1Q53pG9BQ/s72-c/DSCN6973.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-5889901132064582357</id><published>2007-03-22T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:48:48.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Never Happened Before</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RgLM5_5xGtI/AAAAAAAAABs/D-m4zvT1j0c/s1600-h/cb_homechknnoodle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5044819829386713810" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RgLM5_5xGtI/AAAAAAAAABs/D-m4zvT1j0c/s200/cb_homechknnoodle.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So something really random happened to me yesterday. I was opening a can of Campbell's Homestyle Chicken Noodle Soup. I popped the tab, hadn't pulled it back yet and it blew off and literally exploded in my hand. My hand swelled up, turned purple and red, and I couldn't move it for about 3 hours. Slowly it started functioning again, but it is still a little swollen today. It was the strangest thing. The can didn't look abnormal, it wasn't dented, nothing. It just blew up! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I was told to call the local Health Dept., so I did. They put the incident on record and told me to call the State Health Dept. and then HEB where I purchased the soup. I called both, and HEB is now sending the can off to be tested in their Quality Testing Dept and placed the incident on record as well. The State Dept. said I did the right thing by contacting the grocery store. We also contacted Campbell's Soup and they are sending a refund and some coupons. It's not much, but they were also willing to pay if I needed to go to the doctor, so that was nice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;The moral of the story is:&lt;/em&gt; Buy a can opener that opens pull tab tops so it doesn't explode in your hand. . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-5889901132064582357?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/5889901132064582357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=5889901132064582357&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/5889901132064582357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/5889901132064582357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/03/this-never-happened-before.html' title='This Never Happened Before'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RgLM5_5xGtI/AAAAAAAAABs/D-m4zvT1j0c/s72-c/cb_homechknnoodle.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-8204277101877382385</id><published>2007-02-27T15:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-27T15:49:11.037-06:00</updated><title type='text'>My Best Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/ReSmQTGhsZI/AAAAAAAAABc/gxQvlUBQnbY/s1600-h/jacobholly1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5036333082242822546" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/ReSmQTGhsZI/AAAAAAAAABc/gxQvlUBQnbY/s200/jacobholly1.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I was watching Scrubs the other night, (yes I love Scrubs) and the episode was about their best moments as doctors. So, I thought I would post some of my best moments. . . .here are my Top 10!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Becoming a Christ-follower. . .&lt;br /&gt;2. The day I was married to my wonderful husband. . .&lt;br /&gt;3. Leading worship with my husband for the first time. . .&lt;br /&gt;4. The day I found out I was pregnant. . .&lt;br /&gt;5. The day I had my beautiful son. . &lt;em&gt;.(see picture)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Witnessing miracles. . .&lt;br /&gt;7. Watching my son say his first Bible verse. . .&lt;br /&gt;8. Hearing my son pray for the first time. . .&lt;br /&gt;9. Going to England. . .&lt;br /&gt;10. Hanging out with my 4 great friends (you know who you are). . .&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;What are some of your best moments?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-8204277101877382385?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/8204277101877382385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=8204277101877382385&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/8204277101877382385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/8204277101877382385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/02/my-best-moments.html' title='My Best Moments'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/ReSmQTGhsZI/AAAAAAAAABc/gxQvlUBQnbY/s72-c/jacobholly1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-1471081306682907515</id><published>2007-02-01T12:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T13:29:21.997-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Our New Old Car</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RcY0BHxUmdI/AAAAAAAAABI/eEEs5fO2lkA/s1600-h/DSCN6913.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5027763227876170194" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RcY0BHxUmdI/AAAAAAAAABI/eEEs5fO2lkA/s200/DSCN6913.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so good! A year and a half ago we needed a new car, and we found this dumpy truck, and paid $2000 cash for it. It was a '92 maroon, Ford Ranger, single cab truck with a not so good paint job, but hey it got the job done, and Jason had a car to drive around. Well, a few weeks ago we knew it was about time for the truck to leave us. We knew some things were about to go wrong with it, and lo and behold, the clutch went out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, a new friend and wonderful lady that has started coming to River Stone mentioned over Christmas that she had a car that she needed to sell. We told her we were very interested, and she said that was great, and she was in no rush. So when our truck went out, we knew it was time to purchase a new car. She had a '97 white, Nissan Maxima. It's 10 years old, but it looks almost brand new. She has taken incredible care of it. It has power everything, leather seats, a sunroof, and it's a stick which is better for gas mileage. It's a fun car to drive and it's in great condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She told us she was praying that God would let her use this car to bless someone else, and we really needed a car. She gave it to us for what we sold our truck for which was $1500. We bought a crappy truck almost 2 years ago for $2000 and we were blessed with an incredible looking, very nice car for $1500. God is so good!!! Thank you Mary for letting God use you to bless us. We love our new old car :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-1471081306682907515?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/1471081306682907515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=1471081306682907515&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/1471081306682907515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/1471081306682907515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/02/our-new-old-car.html' title='Our New Old Car'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RcY0BHxUmdI/AAAAAAAAABI/eEEs5fO2lkA/s72-c/DSCN6913.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-3953365371345597797</id><published>2007-01-26T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T13:57:59.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The best present ever!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rbpv4a-VcwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mrrsvz-RLdI/s1600-h/scrubs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024451349389341442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 189px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" height="162" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rbpv4a-VcwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mrrsvz-RLdI/s200/scrubs.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our friends, Lance &amp; Christina, got us the best Christmas present ever - Scrubs, Season 1 DVD Set. Jason and I have been watching it almost every night. They are kind of like potato chips, "you can't eat just one", well you can't watch just one episode. We have already finished Season 1 and moved on to Season 2. It is our nightly stress relief. This show has got to be the funniest show. We love it and we will continue to watch it every night until whatever Season is last---not real sure. So I just want to give a shout out to L&amp;amp;C, it really is the best present ever!!!!!!! THANK YOU!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-3953365371345597797?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/3953365371345597797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=3953365371345597797&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/3953365371345597797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/3953365371345597797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/01/best-present-ever.html' title='The best present ever!!!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/Rbpv4a-VcwI/AAAAAAAAAA8/mrrsvz-RLdI/s72-c/scrubs.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-3230633341044285035</id><published>2007-01-14T14:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-14T14:20:31.413-06:00</updated><title type='text'>It Begins. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RaqQQQv0iPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wo-b-9lrM10/s1600-h/DSCN6842.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019983343705688306" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RaqQQQv0iPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wo-b-9lrM10/s200/DSCN6842.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jacob started preschool this week. Jason and I both took him his first day and a little while after we were there and helping him get settled in he looked at us and said, "I'm ready for you guys to go now." I always thought I would be the Mom that held it together their child's first day of school and I was doing okay until then. I didn't cry but I teared up a little. My little boy is growing up! Doesn't he look so cute though? He's wriritng his name! Adorable!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-3230633341044285035?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/3230633341044285035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=3230633341044285035&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/3230633341044285035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/3230633341044285035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/01/it-begins.html' title='It Begins. . .'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RaqQQQv0iPI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wo-b-9lrM10/s72-c/DSCN6842.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-6322275731493011628</id><published>2007-01-03T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-01-04T16:05:10.779-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Holly The Just</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RZ15B3cz-EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RpON5RNNXRs/s1600-h/superman_main_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016298632932227138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RZ15B3cz-EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RpON5RNNXRs/s200/superman_main_logo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you knew me, you would know I am all about justice. My husband even calls me Holly the Just! I hate it when I see injustice being done. Well. . .over Christmas my family and I were treated very unjustly. . .keep reading. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;(Sorry this is so long)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousins took us to a place in Fort Worth called Edohana's. It's exactly like Benihana's, where they cook the food at your table. Very fun! Anyway, we had made reservations for 7pm since it was Jason's birthday and we had 12 people there. We got there at 10 'til 7, which if you knew my family, is a huge miracle. We are never early. So we arrived and went in. We waited 25 minutes and still no one came to ask us who we were, why were there. . .nothing. Finally, I told my cousin Sherry she should go talk to someone because by this point I was getting a little mad. (Not only am I all about justice, I'm not a patient person---not a good combo).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So. . .she went and told the guy we were here, and did he seat us? No! He seated about 3 other tables before us that didn't have reservations. What about this is far? Nothing!!! So we waited and waited and waited until about 8:30 when we finally got seated; an hour a 40 minutes after we arrived. We were not happy. I was the unhappiest (is that a word) of all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally we were sitting down; so you'd think that we could order at least a drink, OH NO!! It wasn't that simple. We waited 25 more minutes, until finally I was so mad and so thirsty that I grabbed the closest guy walking around and said, "Can we order some drinks now, we have waited 25 minutes." What happened next? He sent the waiter to another table to get their drinks. IT WAS THE WRONG TABLE!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;By this point we were all wondering if we were being Punk'd or on Candid Camera or something. It was too ridiculous for the average person. We finally got our drinks about 30 minutes after we sat down. Then came the soup/salad that we also had to wait on forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Around 10:15 or so I told my cousin that if the chef guy starting pushing a little food cart to the table next to us, who sat down 30 minutes after we did, then I was going to say something. Well lo and behold, that's exactly what happened next. They were going to let the table who got there 30 minutes after us eat before we did. OH NO!! I was livid. I jumped out of my chair, grabbed the little Japanese guy who had had too much Sake, and asked him why all the tables who came after us have eaten before us, and I insisted that we eat before that table did. It wasn't true justice for everything that had happened, but it made me feel so much better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You would think this is the end of the story. . .but no!!! The guy went over to the other table, apologized for the inconvenience, sent the chef to our table, and then gave the other table FREE APPETIZERS!! Can you believe it? Did we get anything free? Were they sorry we were inconvenienced. NO!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally the chef came to cook our food, and guess what, the grill wasn't turned on. No one had turned on the stupid grill. By this point we had to laugh in order not to cry. About 10:45 we finally ate our food after waiting almost 4 hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Remember we were there to celebrate Jason's birthday. Well when it was time to finally sing to him, make him wear a silly hat and bang the gong and drum, the lady who was singing and banging (if you could call it that) said, "Okay everyone, It's Jason's birthday, let's all sing to him." THERE WAS NO ONE THERE BUT US!!! We were the last ones there. Finally, after he had had a few more sakes (I'm assuming) the guy asked if we would like one free bottle of sake. We took it! We were so mad and didn't care by then. We just wanted to leave.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We got there at 6:50 and left at 11:15. That was the injustice done to my family, and my personal night of hell. Happy Birthday Jason!! Sorry it took 4 and 1/2 hours. Thanks Sherry &amp;amp; Steven for paying and for putting up with my "Holly the Just" attitude!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-6322275731493011628?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/6322275731493011628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=6322275731493011628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/6322275731493011628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/6322275731493011628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2007/01/holly-just.html' title='Holly The Just'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RZ15B3cz-EI/AAAAAAAAAAY/RpON5RNNXRs/s72-c/superman_main_logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-9127183316651064052</id><published>2006-12-18T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-18T09:49:45.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Santa Clause</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RYa4PFN4OWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tmdzYYDPkMg/s1600-h/JakeandSanta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5009894204734191970" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RYa4PFN4OWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tmdzYYDPkMg/s200/JakeandSanta.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Typically, you know &lt;em&gt;The Santa Clause&lt;/em&gt; as a movie, but did you know there's a real Santa Clause?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here it is&lt;strong&gt;. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If your child wants to see Santa at the mall, and if you want to take a personal picture. . .then you must pay at least $20 for the pictures they take of your child.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy and Merry Christmas!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-9127183316651064052?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/9127183316651064052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=9127183316651064052&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/9127183316651064052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/9127183316651064052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/12/santa-clause.html' title='The Santa Clause'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/RYa4PFN4OWI/AAAAAAAAAAM/tmdzYYDPkMg/s72-c/JakeandSanta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-116550233890961894</id><published>2006-12-07T08:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-12-07T08:45:29.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing for a Savior</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7755/1033/1600/794056/19392069.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/x/blogger/7755/1033/200/887879/19392069.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it's been a while since I've written anything, but I wanted to wait and write something for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year at our church, Jason is preaching a sermon series called, "It's A Boy!" Last Sunday he talked on "Longing." People longed for a Savior, but when he came in the form of a little baby, everyone missed it. They missed the Savior of the World.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Jacob has been longing, waiting for Christmas to be here. Every day he wakes up and asks, "Is it Christmas Day?" Last week he woke up one morning and asked me that and I told him "No, not yet," and he replied, "Well, let's just go check," meaning: if there were presents in the living room, then it was Christmas Day! This is the first year he has really understood Christmas. The other day we made a paper chain for him to count down the days until Christmas because he cannot wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We should feel the same about our Savior. We shouldn't be able to wait to meet with him every day, not just celebrate him because it's Christmas, but celebrate him every single, grace-given day He gives us. Please don't miss the Savior this season. He longs to be with you as well!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you experience all the fullness of God this Season!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas!!&lt;br /&gt;Holly, Jason &amp; Jacob&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-116550233890961894?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/116550233890961894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=116550233890961894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116550233890961894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116550233890961894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/12/longing-for-savior.html' title='Longing for a Savior'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-116321019123173839</id><published>2006-11-10T19:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-11-10T19:56:31.243-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HE FINALLY DID IT!!!</title><content type='html'>JACOB IS POTTY TRAINED!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is a very exciting time. I can't believe it took 4 years, but I should of expected it. He usually does things a little late. He likes to take his time and really get it right I guess. We celebrated with CARS the movie and McDonald's. I'm very proud of him. He doesn't even tell us anymore. He just goes. YEA!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GOOD JOB BUD! Mommy is so proud of you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-116321019123173839?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/116321019123173839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=116321019123173839&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116321019123173839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116321019123173839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/11/he-finally-did-it.html' title='HE FINALLY DID IT!!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-116172812817072588</id><published>2006-10-24T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T17:15:28.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He doesn't need me</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/empty%20swing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/empty%20swing.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the recent weeks, God has been telling me something very odd. What makes it more odd, is that he told my husband on the exact same day. He has told both of us "He doesn't need us." I'm not sure what it means exactly, but I might have received a little clarification about it after Jason's message Sunday night. He said that the paradox of God is that Jesus was fully God, yet he humbled himself to the point of a servant. He emptied himself. He also emptied himself on the cross the day he died. HE WAS GOD!!! Yet, gave up his life for all of us. Again, emtpying himself. &lt;em&gt;In order for us to have the fullness of God, we have to empty ourselves.&lt;/em&gt; Maybe the statment God made to us, "I don't need you," was one of humility. He doesn't need us to necessarily be doing, but he does need us to be serving. Serving each other, serving people, serving our church, and serving HIM. He doesn't need us!!! We are mere humans and can't comprehend the thoughts of God. The thoughts of God "are foolishness to man". We have to be humble servants, and let our Master lead us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still not exactly sure why God told Jason and I at the same time, and continues to tell us. He could be preparing us for something new, or it could have simply been what we needed to hear that day. Whatever it is, I will give it to him, because he doesn't need me, but I certainly need Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-116172812817072588?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/116172812817072588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=116172812817072588&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116172812817072588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116172812817072588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-doesnt-need-me.html' title='He doesn&apos;t need me'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-116054958012843830</id><published>2006-10-11T01:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T01:53:00.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Neighbor, the Witch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/witch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/witch.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week has been crazy busy and super stressful for me. I barely got any sleep. . .I was so stressed. Between last Monday and last Thursday I got 14 hours of sleep. That's almost what I need a night!!! Seriously!!! Well, today about 7am it began pouring in San Marcos. It didn't let up until about 5:00 this afternoon. After I woke up, I decided to try and do some work before meeting Jason at his office. When it got time to leave, everything in the world happened to me (not really. . .I'm just still stressed so it seemed like it). The shirt I wanted to wear was wrinkled so I had to de-wrinkle it in the dryer. It was muggy so my hair wasn't fixing quite right. I couldn't find my new raincoat. When it came time to leave I discovered that Jason had taken my car and left me the beat up old, two-seater truck, with no carseat. I had some stuff I needed to take to the church, but it wouldn't fit in the truck. Jake and I barely fit. So. . .I called Jason. . .broke down a little, and decided to just go ahead and go. By this time it was almost 4:00 and neither of us had eaten lunch. . .so I was also really hungry!!! I was having the worst day or so I thought, until I backed out of my driveway. I backed out and backed up to see the front of my neighbor's house. He had decorated his entire yard, in the rain no less, with tacky Halloween decorations. (I think decorating for Halloween is tacky by the way) He was standing in the driveway wearing a wife beater and shorts with a witch's hat on that had orange hair attached to it, and he was waving at us. It was so stinking funny, it just made my day. Jacob also pointed out that since he was misisng a few teeth, he kind of looked like a real witch, which also made my day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-116054958012843830?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/116054958012843830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=116054958012843830&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116054958012843830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116054958012843830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/10/my-neighbor-witch.html' title='My Neighbor, the Witch!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-116005186840704381</id><published>2006-10-05T07:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T07:37:48.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10th High School Reunion</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/cristaholly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/cristaholly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I know I said I would write about my London Trip, and I will. Jason and I are working on a Travel Log so everyone can read our thoughts. Until then. . .&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend I went to my 10th High School Reunion. It took me forever to decide if I was even going to go or not. The tickets cost $70 per person. Too expensive if you ask me. My friends and I decided that we would go, but go solo. We couldn't afford to go ourselves, let alone take our husbands with us. So we all went as a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I grew up in Burleson, very close to Fort Worth, so where was the reunion you ask, in the Fort Worth Stockyards. Yes, not even a &lt;em&gt;nice&lt;/em&gt; place. We walked in and got our nametags. Then we began mingling and talking with old friends. Then we kept mingling, minlging, and did more mingling. THAT'S ALL THAT WAS PLANNED. . .MINGLING. There was no agenda. There was a slideshow. . .in the back corner. . .and if you wanted one. . .it was an extra $10. The food was a horribly set up display of cold fajitas, that included runny refried beans. I thought the whole point of refried beans was that they "stuck to the spoon". Well, these didn't. . .gross!!! Then to top it all off, they had packaged pecan pralines for dessert that they probably bought at a convenience store on the way there. They just threw them on the drink table where they had plastic cups filled with tea, water, and barely any ice. If you wanted an alcoholic beverage you paid $5 per drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So basically, we paid $70 to mingle all night. The food was horrible. . .no free alcohol. . .nothing. . .nada. . .zip!!! I was so disappointed, not to mention that there was nobody there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was fun to hang out and see old friends, and get caught up, but it wasn't worth $70, and a trip to Burleson and back. I did have fun with my friends, and it was great to see them and talk about old times. We should have just done that!!!! Maybe our 25th Reunion will be better. . .if I go?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-116005186840704381?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/116005186840704381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=116005186840704381&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116005186840704381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/116005186840704381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/10/10th-high-school-reunion.html' title='10th High School Reunion'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115731165761615410</id><published>2006-09-03T14:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T14:27:37.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'>London Calling. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/uk_flag_large.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/uk_flag_large.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason and I are off to London. We leave tomorrow (Monday night) and get back September 12th. I did NOT want to fly back on September 11th. Anyway, pray for us as we cross the ocean, fly there for 9 hours, stay in a place we have never been, be gone from our boy for 8 days, and fly home for 10 hours. Pray for our safety and for Jacob's. I'm not doing well with leaving Jake. Please pray for me for that as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll fill you in on all the details when I get back. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115731165761615410?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115731165761615410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115731165761615410&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115731165761615410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115731165761615410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/09/london-calling.html' title='London Calling. . .'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115624488813202026</id><published>2006-08-22T05:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T06:11:41.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, He Did It!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/jakey%26mommy.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/jakey%26mommy.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He turned 4, and the birthday party was a smashing success. There were cars and pictures of cars everywhere you looked. Jacob had a lot of fun. He told me his favorite part was when he threw the water balloons in the tires. I still can't believe he's 4, but I learned that turning 4 brought out a new side of Jacob. See picture below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5604.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5604.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess this is what I have to look forward to this year. . .more pictures with this face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY again buddy! I love you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115624488813202026?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115624488813202026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115624488813202026&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115624488813202026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115624488813202026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/08/well-he-did-it.html' title='Well, He Did It!!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115567507412268206</id><published>2006-08-15T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T15:58:48.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode to Jacob</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my son's 4th Birthday!!! I can't believe he is already 4. I am so blessed to have him as a son. He is the most wonderful, beautiful person in the world. God has truly blessed our lives with this little boy. He is so excited about having a &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;CARS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; birthday party. He can't wait. It will be so much fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was getting things ready for the party, I thought that it would be cool if I showed everyone what he looked like at each of his birthdays. What a joy he has been in our lives. Here are some things he has done these past 4 years that have made us laugh, cry, and everything in between. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he was 1. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He loved watching Finding Nemo. He watched it almost every day.&lt;br /&gt;-We called him "The Gimp" when he crawled. He would crawl with one leg correct and the other he would just drag across the floor!&lt;br /&gt;- He was Yoda for his first Halloween&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/1st%20B-day.png"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/1st%20B-day.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1st Birthday Picure!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Year Old. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- He raised his hands and worshipped during a David Crowder Concert. It was a very proud moment for Jason and I. I think he knew exactly what he was doing!&lt;br /&gt;- He couldn't talk but he could say "Toot Toot!" because he loved Thomas the Train.&lt;br /&gt;- He knew all of his colors before he was 2. He learned them by us saying Blue like Thomas, Red like James, Green like Percy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN1781.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN1781.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2nd Birthday Picture!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2 Years Old. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- One day he just started talking in complete sentences. Smart kid!&lt;br /&gt;- One night while we were praying, he asked to pray for his friend Will. I talked with Will's mom and she told me he was sick the day before but he was better that day. Jacob prayed for him, Will got better, and we didn't even know he was sick.&lt;br /&gt;- When you asked him what worship was, he would say, “It’s my Daddy singing!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN3581.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN3581.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3rd Birthday Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3 Years Old. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-He always wanted to watch America's Funniest Home Videos. We would watch them together a lot. He would laugh so hard. It was hilarious. He called it "The Funny Show."&lt;br /&gt;- One night at church, his teacher asked him how he knew God existed and he said, "Because of Jesus Christ!!"&lt;br /&gt;- HE LEARNED HOW TO PEE PEE IN THE POTTY!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;God, thank you for this wonderful little blessing named Jacob. Thank you for 4 fun years. I pray that he would grow in wisdom and stature and favor with you God. Thank you for his life, and thank you for entrusting him to our care! Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY BUDDY!!! MOMMY LOVES YOU!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S. - After his party I'll post his 4th Birthday picture!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115567507412268206?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115567507412268206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115567507412268206&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115567507412268206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115567507412268206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/08/ode-to-jacob.html' title='Ode to Jacob'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115486602516746289</id><published>2006-08-06T06:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-06T07:10:03.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Like Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A "Reading Through The Bible" Update. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earlier this year, I decided to read through the entire Bible chronologically. (See February 12th Entry) I'm a little behind since I started in February, but still have 4 1/2 months to finish. I'm also doing it the hard way. It says to read the Old Testament and the New Testament simultaneously, but I didn't want to do that. I wanted to read it straight through, in order. This morning I finished Judges and started reading 1 Samuel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt quite convicted in the past few weeks. I haven't read any of it during that time and I feel like it's directly affecting my sleep. I keep waking up in the middle of the night and can't go back to sleep. Instead of reading my Bible like I should have been, I have been doing other things. God woke me up this morning around 4:15am and I immediately knew what I was supposed to do. So, I began to read.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in the past 2 hours I have learned so much. It's amazing isn't it? I'm actually learning something from the Old Testament. When I was little, I thought that the Old Testament didn't really apply to me, but it does. We can't have anything new without having something old. I can't have a "new" life in Christ, without hearing what our forefathers of faith struggled through. The Old Testament gives way to the New. It paints a beautiful picture and everything points to Christ. Just in the few chapters I have read this morning I can't tell you how many comparisons to Christ I came across.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Thoughts For Today. . .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One comparison that really stuck out to me was in the story of Samuel. His mother, Hannah, was barren and unable to have children. She prayed and God gave her a son. She then sent him to live with a priest in order that he would do God's work. In 1 Samuel 2:26 it says that Samuel "continued to grow in stature and in favor with the LORD and with men." I immediately thought, "just like Jesus". (Luke 2:52)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are certain people that just exude the character of Christ from every part of their being. Those people are wise, they are knowledgeable about scripture, they think, act, and talk like Jesus. They also have people flocking to be around them, just like Jesus did. You can't help but want to be with people that are like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I thought about this for a while, I began to question myself. Am I "just like Jesus?" Do I have people that want to be around me because they see something different in me? Do people see Jesus in me? Do I exude the character of Christ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jesus, help me to be more like you every day. Help me to grow in stature and favor with you and the people of this community and everyone I come in contact with. Thank you for showing me all of the wonderful things in scripture today. Help them to be reminders to be just like you Jesus. Amen!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115486602516746289?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115486602516746289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115486602516746289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115486602516746289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115486602516746289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/08/just-like-jesus.html' title='Just Like Jesus'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115306648578356526</id><published>2006-07-16T10:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T11:14:45.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>They Opened My Door</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/mormons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/mormons.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something really disturbed me this week and I have been fuming over it ever since. I am very mad at the Mormons, specifically the ones that came down my street a few days ago, not the whole group. Friday night Jason and I were going out with some friends of ours. Some of the girls planned a Parent/Kids Night Out, so I was about to get ready when I heard a knock at the door. I went to the front room since we don't have a peephole (which is another blog right there - it bothers me that we don't have a peephole). Anyway, I went to the window in the front room. I didn't see any cars or people so I figured they were still standing in front of the door. I kept watching so I could see them leave and to see who it was, then all of a sudden, I heard my front door open. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;YES!!! THEY OPENED MY DOOR&lt;/span&gt; and stuck a dumb "Looking for a church" flyer in it. I was livid. They opened my front door. I can't stress that point enough. After they left, I tore up the flyer because I was so mad, but then I decided that I might want to call the number on it and complain. No one should be allowed to open your door, no one!!! I'm still debating the issue in my head. A part of me thinks I might make a difference by calling and complaining, and another part of me thinks it would be a horrible waste of time and energy. Maybe all of you in blogland can help me decide what I should do. I still can't believe they actually opened my door. What if they were serial killers dressed up as Mormons and didn't just open the door, but came in and did something to me and my family. Uhhhh!!! I'm still so mad. Anyway, if you have any advice, shoot it my way. Have a good week, and lock your doors!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115306648578356526?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115306648578356526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115306648578356526&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115306648578356526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115306648578356526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/07/they-opened-my-door.html' title='They Opened My Door'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115203271911854486</id><published>2006-07-04T12:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-04T12:06:39.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>In Defense of the Bride</title><content type='html'>I'm not going to blog this week, but point you to &lt;a href="http://www.fullnessofgod.blogspot.com"&gt;my husband's blog&lt;/a&gt;. Please read it! It's an awesome rant in defense of the Bride of Christ - the Church!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115203271911854486?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115203271911854486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115203271911854486&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115203271911854486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115203271911854486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/07/in-defense-of-bride.html' title='In Defense of the Bride'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115140194143677769</id><published>2006-06-27T04:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T05:28:32.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship on Fire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/fire.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today my husband and I have been married 8 wonderful years. In a movie I recently saw, a guy told his girlfriend that &lt;em&gt;"love is friendship on fire".  &lt;/em&gt;I feel that way about Jason. We were friends for a while before becoming boyfriend/girlfriend &amp; then man and wife. At first we were timid and shy around each other, then we learned to have respect for one another, that grew to love, and then that grew to being in love. Once we were married it turned to fire. . .and I'll stop there! ;) (Wink, Wink)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever since I heard that phrase though, I can't help but thinking it's true! I looked up some words that descibe fire. Here are some "fire" words that I think also describe love:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"burning, scintillation, sparks, warmth, light, eagerness, energy, enthusiasm, excitement, exhilaration, fervency, heartiness, heat, intensity, life, light, liveliness, luster, passion, radiance, sparkle, spirit, splendor, virtuosity, vivacity, zeal, ignite, set ablaze, arouse, electrify, enliven, enthuse, exalt, inspire, intensify, intoxicate, irritate, provoke, thrill"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have felt all of those things for Jason. Fire, sparks, excitement, passion; they all describe how I feel. We really do have a friendship that's on fire!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;HAPPY ANNIVERSARY BABY!!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I love you a million Astros games! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115140194143677769?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115140194143677769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115140194143677769&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115140194143677769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115140194143677769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/06/friendship-on-fire.html' title='Friendship on Fire'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115056408199510365</id><published>2006-06-17T12:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-17T12:08:02.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Dance!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/happy_dance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/happy_dance.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's exactly what I feel like doing, a happy dance. My son who earlier in the year had no desire to pee pee in the potty decided this week he wanted to be a big boy. He has done incredible!! I am so proud of him. He's going without even being told, and he keeps himself dry at night and goes first thing when he wakes up. I guess everyone was right when they said when he's ready, he'll do it on his own. Well. . .he finally did!!! Jason even went and got him some new big boy underwear (trains, and fire engines, and some other ones too). We are well on our way to having a big boy 4 year old. Now if we can just get him to go number 2 in the potty, my life will be much easier. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115056408199510365?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115056408199510365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115056408199510365&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115056408199510365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115056408199510365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/06/happy-dance.html' title='Happy Dance!!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-115012220768280146</id><published>2006-06-12T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-12T09:47:38.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Shut My Mouth</title><content type='html'>This past week God has shut my (complaining) mouth three times, but I'll only tell one story, for the sake of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday was our first work day at the new facility. We worked hard from 9:oo until about 1:30. By the time I got home I was really tired. I only had a few hours to eat, rest and get ready. Jason and I were asked to lead worship for another church in the area that was doing a Revival weekend. River Stone leads worship for Real Life every Sunday and this was one of their special events. I had never been to Real Life yet, so I was excited about going, but also very tired. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While the guy was preaching one thing he said really resonated within me. He was preaching the story of God performing a miracle on Adam to create Eve, but in order for him to do so God had to put Adam to sleep. He had to get him out of the way. After God was finished taking the rib, he healed Adam with his own flesh. He then said that we sometimes go to other places, people, or things to get our healing, when it should come from ourselves. He meant instead of going to counseling or even rehab sometimes we just need to go to God, and be obedient and prayerful for our healing. I have been struggling with something for a long time (we'll call it my thorn). I have been fearful of things my whole life. I'm not sure why except Satan likes to frighten me and keep me scared because at times it cripples me. So my fear sometimes gets in the way of my relationship with God. I told God that I wanted to start being obedient to pray and to know scripture to use when Satan uses my fear against me in some way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the man had finished he started asking people to go to the front if they needed prayer or healing. Almost everyone went. I was a little skeptical. Sometimes I'm not really sure these times are real or not. I never got a clear "yes this is real," or "no this isn't." So I kept being skeptical, thinking it was a little fake. During the middle of him praying over people he asked Jason and I to come back up to sing. So as we were waiting he was praying for this little boy and saying that his spirit was telling him that the little boy was going to be great, that he could see greatness in his future. At that point I broke because my spirit was softening my heart, but I didn't know it was for what was to happen next. When he was finished praying for the little boy he turned to me. I thought he was going to ask us to start singing, but instead he looked straight at me and said, "What's your name?" I told him. Then he said, Can I pray for you?" I was shocked. Of course I said yes and so he asked me to come down to where everyone else was so he could pray over me. So I did! The first thing he said to me was, " Did you notice I kept looking at you while I was preaching?" I did notice and thought it was a little weird, but I also thought it was because I was yawning the whole time and he thought I was rude or not paying attention. It was just because I had worked that day at the church. That's what I thought as I was sitting, but he said it was because the Holy Spirit was telling him that I needed to hear something that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second thing he said to me was, "You told God something while I was preaching." I did, I told him I was going to be obedient and mindful to pray when "my thorn" comes crawling around. He then said, "God wanted me to tell you he heard what you said." Whoa!! I wasn't skeptical any further. I knew this was quite real. God had showed up and shut my mouth. He then went on to say that, "You have the spirit of fear". It was exactly me. He then started praying and rebuking that fear in my life. Then another awesome thing happened. He began to pray in tounges. I didn't understand the words he said, but I understood the meaning behind it. Then he began to tell me other things about me, our church, Jason, etc. It was a very hunbling and quite an awesome experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the worship time ended, Jason and I went with a friend of ours, who was also there that night, out to eat. We started talking about it a little bit. I told them I was being a skeptic and that was short-lived when God shut me up, and then I asked them if they heard him pray in tounges and they both said "No?". So I'm not sure if I was the only one who heard it or not, but that's just extra cool if I did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wasn't expecting God to speak to me that night, but Jason and I had been talking about my fear for a while. I was getting so tired of being afraid all the time. So, that was exactly what I needed to hear. I tell you all this because you never know when and how God will speak, but he will. Right when I needed it the most he came through for me in the form of a slightly overweight, hispanic preacher. God is so awesome and he is so faithful!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-115012220768280146?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/115012220768280146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=115012220768280146&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115012220768280146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/115012220768280146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/06/god-shut-my-mouth.html' title='God Shut My Mouth'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114973397290528941</id><published>2006-06-07T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-08T06:18:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surprise! Surprise!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5447.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5447.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay so our devious friends, the Guenther's (A.K.A. The Spillers) told us they were coming over Monday night for dinner. This was supposed to be the night we went out to eat with a family from River Stone, but we cancelled it because the Guenther's said they really needed to talk to us about something, so they were bringing dinner to our house Monday night. I called Christy that afternoon to make sure I didn't need to do anything and she said no so I told her we would talk more that night. About 6:00 the doorbell rang and Jacob was so happy his friend Caleb was coming over so we let him answer the door. He had a little trouble opening it so dad went to help. I was in the kitchen washing a bowl for salsa (yes, our dishwasher is broken). They opened the door and I heard "SURPRISE!!!!" We told the Guenther's that they could come over for dinner, not bring 40 other people from River Stone, but to our astonishment they were all there for a Surprise Housewarming. I was shocked and really have no words to describe how I felt when I saw 40 of the sweetest, most loving people bring me dinner, presents, and a special prayer session over our home. It was the best surprise ever. Thank you to everyone who helped plan it and present us with the nicest, most selfless, thoughtful surprise in the world. We love you all, even you Guenther's. :) &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;(It was just a good thing I cleaned that day Brian &amp; Christy!!!!!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Here's a picture of everyone in our backyard praying a blessing over us and our home---How amazing!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114973397290528941?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114973397290528941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114973397290528941&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114973397290528941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114973397290528941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/06/surprise-surprise.html' title='Surprise! Surprise!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114879213681786085</id><published>2006-05-27T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-27T23:55:36.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Movin' On Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/moved.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/moved.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, were finally in our new house!!!! Tonight will be the first night we sleep here. :) YAY!!! My whole body hurts and I think I'm gonna pass out when it's time to go to bed, but I just wanted everyone to know we've moved. I'll tell you all about it very soon. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114879213681786085?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114879213681786085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114879213681786085&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114879213681786085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114879213681786085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/movin-on-up.html' title='Movin&apos; On Up'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114832219078887773</id><published>2006-05-22T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T13:23:10.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wood Floor Sample</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5330.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5330.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5329.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5329.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114832219078887773?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114832219078887773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114832219078887773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114832219078887773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114832219078887773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/wood-floor-sample.html' title='Wood Floor Sample'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114831891834367083</id><published>2006-05-22T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T12:30:40.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Paint Color</title><content type='html'>Here is some pics of the new paint color. Last night we finished painting the trim and today we are painting the doors and starting the flooring. The house is all tile except for the bedrooms. The carpet was horrible so we are replacing that with wood floors. It was actually cheaper than carpet, go figure!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Paint Master at work (see all the paint in the air)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5314.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5314.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The painted walls around the fireplace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5331.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5331.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best paint color shot (you can see the contrast really well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5338.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5338.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114831891834367083?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114831891834367083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114831891834367083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114831891834367083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114831891834367083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-paint-color.html' title='New Paint Color'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114816555628135367</id><published>2006-05-20T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:55:01.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Before Pics</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but it wouldn't let me add more pics on my last post so here a few more before pics. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our cute fireplace next to ugly gold walls!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5297.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5297.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the guest room, it's actually an okay color (sage green), just really dirty!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5299.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5299.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my #1 Painter! We had fun choosing which paint color we liked best :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5307.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5307.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More pics coming soon. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - Those tree air fresheners were already there. You know it's really bad when you would rather hang an air freshener (Thank you HUD) than clean!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114816555628135367?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114816555628135367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114816555628135367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114816555628135367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114816555628135367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/more-before-pics.html' title='More Before Pics'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114816518013800154</id><published>2006-05-20T17:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T17:46:20.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before Pics</title><content type='html'>Okay, so we actually painted last night. Luke (AKA: Our Awesome Painter) had some guys come over and help him. They were there until about 2:30 this morning. I haven't seen it yet, but when I do I'll take more pictures for you. In the mean time, I wanted to post a few before pics so the after pics will amaze you. These are a few pictures of the rooms, each donned with very bright colored walls. YIKES!!!!! Please remember this house isn't ready yet :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the gold living room and red kitchen. This gold is so hideous!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5296.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5296.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the master (yellow and green) Maybe they went to Baylor!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5293.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5293.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jacob's room. It's purple and pink!!! Sorry it's so dark :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5294.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5294.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114816518013800154?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114816518013800154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114816518013800154&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114816518013800154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114816518013800154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/before-pics.html' title='Before Pics'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114777805409857523</id><published>2006-05-16T06:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-16T06:15:08.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Official</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/phoenix_commercial_cleaning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/phoenix_commercial_cleaning.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We now have a mortgage and are the proud owners of a new home! We signed all the papers yesterday and put all new locks on the doors. Now the repair/clean-up phase commences. It's not going to be fun but seeing the house by the end of next week will be nice. We have to clean, paint, clean, re-carpet, clean, hang doors, clean, do a few minor repiars, clean, put up a wall in the garage, and did I mention clean!!! That house has been shut up for at least 6 months, and it has become very dirty. Putting in new carpet &lt;em&gt;and cleaning &lt;/em&gt; should help though. I'll be posting our progress and let you know how it goes. I definitley need to get lots of rubber gloves :) Let the cleaning begin. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114777805409857523?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114777805409857523/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114777805409857523&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114777805409857523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114777805409857523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-official.html' title='It&apos;s Official'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114662911533013654</id><published>2006-05-02T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T06:47:17.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What the Hail?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN5002.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN5002.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago San Marcos experienced a very damagaing hail storm. I had just ordered a pizza from Dominos when I heard the loudest sound ever. It was barely sprinkling outside and all of a sudden it started hailing like mad for about 20-30 minutes!! I turned on the weather channel and heard rumors of 4 possible tornados in the area so I immediately put Jacob in the closet not just because of impending tornadoes but because the hail was so loud and hard and big that I actually thought it was going to break all of our windows. It was the loudest, longest hailstorm I have ever been in. . .until today, yes, again. Our friends from England were here spending the day with us and we had to take them back to San Antonio this afternoon and on our way there it started lightning and hailing and pouring down rain. We made it to the house where they were staying okay but as we were leaving it started hailing again, very heavily. So we found the nearest gas station that didn't already have tons of cars ducking out of the weather and so we ducked ourselves at the closest Valero. We waited it out for about 15 minutes or so and then we went on our way. We thought all of the bad weather had passed. We were almost back to the interstate when to our amazement. . .more hail!!! We tried to find another gas station but all we found was a big bridge to hide under with a ton of other cars trying to make sure they didn't need to call their insurance adjuster yet again. We waited it out for another 15 minutes then decided to brave it. It wasn't hailing anymore, but it was dropping big fat heavy rain. It was so loud that I couldn't hear Jacob talking to me from the backseat. Needless to say, if I don't see hail for a while. . .it will be a really good thing!!! Four times in two weeks is all anyone needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - I still got my pizza in less than an hour, during tornadic activity and a hailstorm--Go Dominos!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114662911533013654?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114662911533013654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114662911533013654&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114662911533013654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114662911533013654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/05/what-hail.html' title='What the Hail?'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114563561971445828</id><published>2006-04-21T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T11:26:45.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Ready For Summer. . .</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN4930.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN4930.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Yea for Vacation. . .I can't wait to go to the beach with my family. . .our beach apartment as Jake likes to call it.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;2. I can get a tan. . .I really need a tan. . .really!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We will be in our new house!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Spending 4th of July with family and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. I absolutely love watermelon. . .well any melon. Canteloupe is good too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Lots of pool time. . .especially when Jake starts his swimming lessons in June.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;7. Being married for 8 years to my wonderful, incredible, very sexy hubby!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. SNOW CONES. . .what's summer without a good, cold snow cone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Sea World, The Zoo, The Park, The River, Schlitterbahn bahn. . .all the extra fun stuff that we can't seem to do when it isn't summer.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;10. Last but not least. . .my beautiful, wonderful son turns 4--WOW!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm definitely ready for Summer. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114563561971445828?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114563561971445828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114563561971445828&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114563561971445828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114563561971445828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/04/im-ready-for-summer.html' title='I&apos;m Ready For Summer. . .'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114539179960653202</id><published>2006-04-18T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-18T15:26:50.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Birthday!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN4915.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN4915.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had so much fun last week on my birthday. My husband surprised me with an overnight stay in Austin. It was very relaxing and much needed. My parents came in and they kept Jake for us. He took me to the Hilton Hotel. We stayed on the 21st floor and it overlooked Lake Austin and Downtown. It was so beautiful. Our whole back wall of the room was a large window. We could see everything. We left it open all night. We couldn't bring ourselves to close it. We loved the life, the lights, and the city streets. It was fun watching all the activity, even on a Wednesday night. He also took me to The Cheesecake Factory, my favorite Restaurant. I had my favorite drink, a Peach Bellini. If you haven't tried one, they are wonderful, especially theirs. It's heavenly!!! I had a great night and a wonderful day the next day. Jason took me shopping and a few of our friends from church met us at a Restaurant for dinner. It was a lot of fun. Kudos to my hubby for making it a very memorable 28th Brithday!!!! I love you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was incredible too!!!! We had a great week and weekend. Now back to reality. . .&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114539179960653202?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114539179960653202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114539179960653202&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114539179960653202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114539179960653202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-birthday.html' title='My Birthday!!'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114443399503859867</id><published>2006-04-07T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T13:19:55.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>House Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/mortgage.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/mortgage.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it looks like everything is ready to go for the house except for handing out large sums of money to the appropriate people. That's gonna hurt--but it will be worth it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Saturday, we had to go to San Antonio to take a mortgage class for the type of loan we're getting. It was pretty boring, but informative for the first-time home buyer. Since that wasn't us---we were bored. It was like being in school again. One older lady fell asleep and her husband kept poking her and shaking her to wake her up. Another young guy fell asleep, but his hat covered most of eyes anyway. Only Jason and I were close enough to know that he wasn't just pimpin' he was sleepin' :) One guy had serious ADD and kept breaking into song for no reason. Another guy always had a question, and the lady presenting kept spelling words wrong on the board. It was pretty funny!! The best part was that it was supposed to last until 1:00pm and she let us go at 11:00am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday, we had to go back to have our one-on-one counseling with the loan officer. Ours actually became a two-on-two counseling session. The girl that we had our appointment with was new so she had an overseer helping her. It took her forever!! I'm glad the other girl was there or our loan might not have been done correctly!! What was supposed to be an hour long appointment lasted 2 hours. BUT, at least everything is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All we have to do now is a few odds and ends and then hopefully we will close on May 1st. YEA--God is good!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114443399503859867?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114443399503859867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114443399503859867&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114443399503859867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114443399503859867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/04/house-update.html' title='House Update'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114362026467622906</id><published>2006-03-29T02:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T03:19:31.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Provision</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/philippians4_19.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/philippians4_19.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, we were beginning to wonder if I was ever going to find a way to make a little extra cash. Since all we have is "New House" on the brain, we have begun to be a little anxious about our money situation. I'm not sure why? We know God will provide, so we decided to start praying for me to find a job. It had to be a job where I would only be away from Jacob a little bit or not at all, so we continued to pray. One morning I woke up and found an e-mail in my inbox from a guy I didn't know. I read it to find out it was the husband of our realtor who owns 2 websites. His wife had told him I did graphic work so he contacted me about working for him part-time. Well, I jumped at the opportunity and my first assignment was a brochure for a church. Not exactly out of the realm of my expertise; graphics and church. He told me I would need to work from home. Wow--I think I can handle that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That same week I e-mailed a friend of mine who is an Assistant Principal of a private school in town to see if they needed any subs so I could maybe sub one day a week. She immediately e-mailed me back and said that they had just had a meeting that morning and prayed for subs to apply because there were very few. I'm so glad I asked. Now I feel like I am helping them out more than helping myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last year, we felt like God told us to give away some of our furniture to a family in San Marcos who had moved here because of Hurricane Katrina. They had nothing. So, we gave them our Washer/Dryer, our dining room table and chairs, and a few more items. Also, we have never owned another bed besides ours and Jacob's so we wanted to have a new bed for our guest room. Not long after we began praying for the furniture we would need for our house, God provided yet again. A friend of ours has a sister that's getting married and she his moving into her soon-to-be husband's home so she is giving us her Washer/Dryer and a Queen size bed with frame, mattress, box spring, etc. A friend of ours from church has a dining room table that won't fit into her apartment and she said that we could have it. The same friend with the sister that's getting married called me tonight and asked if we needed a chair, and of course we can use anything at this point. She said that she has a leather recliner in her garage that's in perfect condition and asked if we would like to have it. I told her I needed to ask Jason and he said "YES" very loudly. It's a recliner--need I say more :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't God awesome? I can't begin to describe to you the feeling of having a loving and giving God who provides for our every need. Thank you God!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For another provision story, see my husband's &lt;a href="http://www.fullnessofgod.blogspot.com"&gt;blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114362026467622906?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114362026467622906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114362026467622906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114362026467622906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114362026467622906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/03/gods-provision.html' title='God&apos;s Provision'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114297754673427638</id><published>2006-03-21T15:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T21:41:27.010-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Wrong With Me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/toothache.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/toothache.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG (That means "Oh My Gosh" Brian)!!! I'm beginning to think that I am supposed to have something wrong with me all the time. I have been sick for the past 3 months, &lt;em&gt;yes months&lt;/em&gt;, with drainage and yuckiness. Then all of a sudden last Monday night, I was slapped in the face, literally, with a really bad pain. I thought it was a toothache, but I wasn't sure. The next day I got in to see the dentist ASAP and he couldn't figure out what was wrong with me. He did some tests on my teeth and I left there thinking I had TMJ--crazy huh? So I came home with a mouthguard and a prescription for vicadin, which I was really happy about, until I found out that vicadin doesn't work on me. He called in another prescription for a muscle relaxer but it didn't work either. So yesterday (6 days and a lot of pain later) I went back to see the dentist and he said he is 99.9% sure it's my tooth. Isn't that what I said it was in the first place--a toothache? Shouldn't I be getting the $100 an hour (or whatever he gets) to answer my own question of WHAT"S WRONG WITH ME?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer is (according to him), I have to have a root canal and a crown done on the same tooth. He said it will be pretty pricey but that I need to do it or I could lose my tooth. Although the sound of losing a tooth was pretty bad, I was ultimately more concerned about the pricey part. I asked him how pricey it was and he responded, "About $1800!!" Well, then I fell out of the dental chair, not literally, but I wanted to. Who has $1800 for one tooth? Certainly not me!!! He still wants me to get a second opinion, but I have to wait another week to get that, with more pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please pray for me and my poor tooth, and for that matter, my poor checkbook that will be taking a serious hit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My husband was wonderful all week. He took great care of me!!! Thanks Baby :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114297754673427638?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114297754673427638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114297754673427638&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114297754673427638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114297754673427638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/03/whats-wrong-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Wrong With Me?'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114193406430918347</id><published>2006-03-09T13:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T13:56:09.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't It Ironic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/product_detail_u_irony.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/product_detail_u_irony.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay I guess this would qualify as another funny story, although my body isn't laughing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after Deeper, (our weekly Bible Study) we stopped by the grocery store to get a few items. My son kept whining in the car because he was thirsty and wanted a drink so like good parents we headed towards the 25 cent coke machines outside the grocery store (which is probably in itself--a whole other blog). None of those machines worked, so we headed to one of the coolers at the front of the store and swiped one for Jake. I realized in that moment that we were planning on paying for it--but other people could easily get away with that---especially with a kid. BUT don't get any ideas. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we started our shopping venture. When we came to the back row of meat, Jake spilled a little bit of his Sprite. So I politely asked the meat manager (or whatever they are called) to come and clean it up before someone walked through it and fell. He did, and he was very glad I told him. I guess most people don't--weird. So that made me feel good that I stopped a potential accident.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then headed for the Produce section and all of a sudden my feet were slipping all over the floor. I was trying my hardest not to fall, and thankfully my husband was there to catch me because if he wasn't, I would have certainly busted it right there on the floor of HEB. There was some sort of slippery, soapy, substance on the floor--like a foamy, yucky mess. I guess someone didn't show me the same courtesy. Afterwards, yet again, I went and found the Produce Manager (or whatever he's called) and told him. He was also very grateful that I told him so no one else would get hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad I was the one though. What if it had been a little old lady? She would have been seriously hurt. I could have been too if it wasn't for my husband the hero. I did get hurt though, I twisted my knee and hurt my back and neck trying not to fall--but I'm okay. I'm just wondering how no one else fell. This was 9:30 at night. It had to have been sitting there for a while--foaming!!! My flesh wanted to sue--but I think I would have actually had to break something or get a concussion or something. But isn't ironic that after my thoughtful clean up on aisle "Meat" I almost bust it on aisle "Mango". Oh, well! I just thought I would share my irony with you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114193406430918347?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114193406430918347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114193406430918347&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114193406430918347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114193406430918347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/03/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t It Ironic'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114179783691534422</id><published>2006-03-07T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T00:06:53.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny Moments</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/mcdonalds_logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/mcdonalds_logo.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Okay I usually write serious or pensive blogs but I thought I would add a funny one. Enjoy!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Okay three ladies all in their twenties and college graduates, just figured some things out in their adult lives. (I won't use names to protect their identities) BUT it's still funny!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. A friend of mine was talking with her husband about maps and about where states were located. Her son has recently discovered maps and is very interested so it's a big topic around their house. So as they were talking he asked her where Alaska was and she said, "By Hawaii."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details: She actually thought Alaska was by Hawaii because that's where they place it on the US map sometimes---funny huh!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Another friend of mine was playing an old school NES (Nintendo) game called McKids (shown above). It's the old McDonald's game. She kept calling it M-C(pronounced Em Cee) Kids, and saying that she can't get past a certain level and I asked her which level on the McKids game it was and she stopped me and said, "Oh my gosh! I just figured out that I have been saying M-C Kids and it's McKids--like McDonalds."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details: She can't believe the thought never crossed her mind that it was McKids like McDonalds or McNuggets. Silly girl!!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Last but not least, a girl I know was watching a kids show on TV with her son (set in Australia) and they were walking towards a BBQ grill and one of the kids said, "Let's put another shrimp on the barbie." At that moment she realized that the Australian usage for the word "barbie" actually meant BBQ Grill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Details: That was about me!!!!! I can't believe I never put two and two together. It makes perfect since now but I just thought it was a phrase that only Australians used. At least I can admit it!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you had a good laugh :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114179783691534422?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114179783691534422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114179783691534422&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114179783691534422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114179783691534422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-moments.html' title='Funny Moments'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114165685871458549</id><published>2006-03-06T08:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T09:27:01.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU JESUS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/house.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/house.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week God dropped a house in our lap. It's a foreclosure in the area, with very little fixing up. It's only 5 years old and in very good condition. It's a steal basically!!! There has been much confirmation through friends and family that this is a great house for us. We found it on Tuesday and put a bid on it Friday. In case you didn't know, HUD houses have to bid on like an auction. You can only bid once, so you have to bid wisely. This house is already way cheap so we decided to bid the asking price. The bids ended at midnight last night, and this morning we just found out that our bid was chosen. We have been praying, believing, that God was going to give us this house and HE did!!! THANK YOU JESUS!!!! WE HAVE A NEW HOUSE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please continue to pray for us as we have a few repairs to do and a mortgage process to go through. Pray that everything will go smoothly. Thanks for your prayers!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. - That's a picture of the house!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114165685871458549?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114165685871458549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114165685871458549&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114165685871458549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114165685871458549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/03/thank-you-jesus.html' title='THANK YOU JESUS'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114101478353247061</id><published>2006-02-26T22:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:35:47.096-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Never Let Go</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/Jesus3.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/Jesus3.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who weren't at River Stone tonight, I wanted to share with you another sweet story about my son. This week, Jason took Jacob to the store with him for a while to give me some well deserved alone time. On their way back home Jacob started singing one of the songs we sing at River Stone. He knew the whole song. I really don't know how, except hearing us rehearse on Sunday afternoons---crazy kid!!! The words of this song have been such a blessing to us over the course of the last few weeks. Satan has been attacking us more lately than ever before, but I consider it pure joy because I know that we have something worthy of attacking. But, the struggle is still hard. God chose to use once again, our beautiful boy, to bless us--so I hope the words of this song bless you as well (just imagine a precious 3 year old boy singing it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You Never Let Go &lt;/strong&gt;(Matt Redman)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death&lt;br /&gt;Your perfect love is casting out fear&lt;br /&gt;And even when I'm caught in the middle of the storms of this life&lt;br /&gt;I won't turn back, I know you are near&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I will fear no evil, for my God is with me&lt;br /&gt;And if my God is with me, &lt;br /&gt;Whom then shall I fear, whom then shall I fear?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O no, You never let go, through the calm and through the storm&lt;br /&gt;O no, You never let go in every high and every low&lt;br /&gt;O no, You never let go, &lt;br /&gt;Lord, You never let go of me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on&lt;br /&gt;A glorious light beyond all compare&lt;br /&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles, but until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;We’ll live to know You here on the earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I can see a light that is coming for the heart that holds on,&lt;br /&gt;And there will be an end to these troubles, but until that day comes&lt;br /&gt;Still I will praise You, still I will praise You&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114101478353247061?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114101478353247061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114101478353247061&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114101478353247061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114101478353247061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-never-let-go.html' title='You Never Let Go'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-114043566101672104</id><published>2006-02-20T05:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T05:41:01.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Because of Jesus Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN4361.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN4361.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night at church, Jacob's teacher came up to Jason and told him that he had asked Jacob's class, "How do you know that God exists?" (I know pretty deep for 3 yr. olds). He told Jason that Jacob's response was, "Because of Jesus Christ." Tears of joy and tears of pride welled up in me as I heard my husband tell me that story. Wow! My little boy may be little but he sure knows who Jesus is. Don't you wish you still knew Jesus the way you did when you were a kid. So innocent. So sweet. So child-like. Jesus still wants us to know him that way. My son reminded me of that last night. What an awesome answer. . .BECAUSE OF JESUS CHRIST!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-114043566101672104?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/114043566101672104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=114043566101672104&amp;isPopup=true' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114043566101672104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/114043566101672104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/02/because-of-jesus-christ.html' title='Because of Jesus Christ'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113980535756046637</id><published>2006-02-12T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T22:49:38.463-06:00</updated><title type='text'>New Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/Holy%20Bible.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/Holy%20Bible.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I woke up early this morning and I couldn't go back to sleep so I spent some time with the Lord. I was reading my devotional and it was about Jesus being the "Famous One". In short, how we as Christ-followers tend to worship celebrities more than we worship Jesus Christ. I was immediately convicted. Those of you who know me know that I love movies and I love to learn interesting facts and trivia about movies, actors, actresses, TV shows, etc. My favorite website is imdb.com (Internet Movie Database) for crying out loud. I of all people needed to hear that this morning. Until now I didn't think that I worshipped celebrities that much and I don't BUT I do spend more time on that website than I probably do in my Bible to be real honest. So, as I was praying and reading, Jesus put a thought/challenge into my heart. What if I knew as much about the Bible as I do some of the celebrities I like? I know a lot about the Bible, but there is so much more I could learn, we all could! So because of this, I embarked on a new adventure today. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always wanted to read through the Bible and I have mostly, but I am a huge history buff so I wanted to read through it in order, chronologically. So this morning I started. I read some of Genesis then it goes straight to Job and back to Genesis. Cool huh! The things I read and the questions and thoughts that this reading provoked in me made me feel very good about my decision. I am going to challenge myself to be as knowledgeable about the Bible as I can. I realized over the past year or so that the way I was taught some things about the Bible weren't exactly accurate. I was challenged to look at it through a spiritual yet historical standpoint. As I read through the chapters today I discovered a whole other realm about the Bible I was missing and it felt incredible to sit and think and ponder why God did what he did, and his greatness and his love for me. The feeling is like nothing I have ever felt. As I was going through I would write down thoughts, questions, and cool things God was telling me. After I read as much as I could I went back through my questions and I found a great website to help me try and answer some of those questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To sum up: If any of you want to embark on this journey with me I would love knowing that there were others learning and studying along side of me. If you would like to do this with me leave me a comment so I can be praying for you too, if not, please pray for me as I begin this New Adventure in my life. Thanks!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Websites:&lt;br /&gt;www.christianbeliefs.org/brs/biblereadingsch-01.html&lt;br /&gt;www.christiananswers.net&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113980535756046637?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113980535756046637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113980535756046637&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113980535756046637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113980535756046637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/02/new-adventure.html' title='New Adventure'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113867791845927374</id><published>2006-02-02T14:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T14:44:54.613-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Special Valentine</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/valentine1.2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/400/valentine1.1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since it's Valentine's Day in a week or so I thought I would post this. A friend of mine sent this to me and I cried. I have never seen this before. I began thinking about how we usually celebrate Valentine's Day with our spouse or significant other, but do we ever stop to think about how much God loves us. This Valentine's Day, let's not only celebrate the love we have for our spouses or boyfriends/girlfriends, but let's thank God for his love for us! I think this is an awesome picture of how God should truly be our first love. Read it again and let the words of this Special Valentine penetrate your heart.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113867791845927374?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113867791845927374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113867791845927374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113867791845927374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113867791845927374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/02/special-valentine.html' title='Special Valentine'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113825817529839152</id><published>2006-01-26T00:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-26T00:52:16.853-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day Is Over</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/diaper%20baby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/diaper%20baby.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I already gave up. I have decided he is just not ready--even though I am, but I at least have to tell you all the drama I went through. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First thing Monday morning when he woke up we went in his room, took off his diaper, and put on his Nemo underpants. I went into the kitchen and set the timer for 15 minutes. When the timer went off I was going to take him to go potty. When it did finally go off, I went to him and said, "Okay Jake, time to go potty," and he said back to me, "but Mommy I'm wet." So we went to his room and put his Thomas underpants on. I went and set the timer again for another 15 minutes. When it went off, I went over to Jake and said, "okay it's time to go potty again," and he replied, "Mommy you need to change my diaper." I said, "Jake your not wearing a diaper. Did you pee in your pants again?" and he said ever so slightly, "Yes." He could feel my wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at this point it had been about 30 minutes and he had already peed on himself twice. I decided he needed to wash off, so I took off his clothes and walked him to the bathtub. As I was rinsing out the tub and getting ready to fill it I hear him yell from right behind me, "Mommy!!!" I quickly turned and he was peeing on the bathroom floor. I grabbed him and put him in front of the potty but by then he was already done. If he would have taken 2 steps backward he would have been standing right in front of the potty. I lost it!!!! He was right there. He could've peed in the potty but he decided to pee on the floor instead. Even though I was livid at this point I realized that he doesn't know the feeling of it coming so he can't make a quick enough decision to walk to the potty to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During his bath, we had a heart to heart and I told him we would go back to diapers for the day. He asked me if I was happy and I said yes because he had at least tried. After his bath, I took him to his room and he asked me again if I was happy. He obviously could sense my frustration. So I calmly said "Yes I'm happy, but I would be happier if you would learn how to pee in the potty, but I don't want to frustrate you anymore, I know its hard!" And what came next was the sweetest thing I have ever heard. God knew I needed to hear this. My beautiful, sweet, and loving 3 year old grabbed my neck to hug me, looked me in the eye and said, "Mommy I don't want to frustrate you either!" I melted. He was consoling his Mother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reminded in that moment of when Jesus spoke to his mother while on the cross. He said, "Dear woman, here is your son," and to the disciple, "Here is your mother." He was consoling her the best he knew how in that moment. What an amazing God we serve and what an amazing son I have. Even though it was the hardest 30 minutes I have had in a long time, it was also the sweetest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113825817529839152?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113825817529839152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113825817529839152&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113825817529839152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113825817529839152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/01/training-day-is-over.html' title='Training Day Is Over'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113803335249910134</id><published>2006-01-23T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T10:39:06.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Training Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/bear%10on%10potty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/bear%20on%20potty.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing real spiritual or deep today. I just need your prayers for me as I begin Potty Training Camp today. I am about to pull all of my hair out and I'm going broke over buying diapers and wipes. Quite frankly, I am sick of changing nasty, poopy, soggy, wet, stinky diapers. I never realized how hard this really is. It takes commitment, time, and patience--all the things that are weak areas for me. How hard is it to stand there a pee in a potty--really? I guess girls get off easy since they just sit down. Boys are a little tougher. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob knows how to pee in the potty, he's done it before, but he is so stinkin' stubborn that he won't do it. (I don't know where he gets that from) Right now he's sitting in his desk playing on the computer and I ask him every 5 minutes if he needs to pee or if he's already peed in his pants. I should start counting the number of times I say the word "potty" today. It will be well into the 100's I'm sure. I think I've already said it about 20.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, if you are in the "potty" today (21 times now) think about me and my endeavor to rid myself of diaper duty at least until the next one arrives. Pray that Jacob's stubbornness will subside and he will want to be a Big Boy finally!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any encouraging words are welcome!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113803335249910134?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113803335249910134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113803335249910134&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113803335249910134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113803335249910134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/01/training-day.html' title='Training Day'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113758808989041553</id><published>2006-01-18T06:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T06:56:16.026-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Listen To This Man</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/noherami.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="178" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/noherami.jpg" width="269" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;In John 7, the beginning of what was a series of traps to try and convict Jesus was taking place. The crowd was divided after Jesus loudly voiced his teachings to them. When they guards were asked why they didn't bring Jesus in, they said, "No one ever spoke the way this man does."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were studying this passage last night that verse spoke to me. Jesus has never spoken to me the way anyone else has. I was reminded that I tend to talk to Jesus more than I listen. I tend to ask for things more than listen. When I do rarely listen instead of groan and grumble for the things I think I need or deserve it is always profound and loving. This week (after we were robbed) I duked it out with God a little bit. I know that in this world we will have trouble but I told God, "Look, I know I signed up for this, but I didn't sign up for &lt;em&gt;this&lt;/em&gt;." And with all patience and love he responded back to me that He knows and He's in control. Just to hear Him speak those words to my soul were comforting in the midst of fear and hurt. When we listen, He speaks like no man has ever spoken before. His eloquence, passion, love, grace, and much more, cannot be matched. What does it say about us when we don't notice Jesus' voice enough? The guards who weren't even his followers noticed that there was something different about this Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge you today to do a little more listening to this man who speaks differently than others. Listen more than speak. Hear Him and dwell in His thoughts. Jesus will speak to your heart and you will be blessed. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113758808989041553?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113758808989041553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113758808989041553&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113758808989041553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113758808989041553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/01/listen-to-this-man.html' title='Listen To This Man'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113739122404358161</id><published>2006-01-15T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:09:40.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Truly Are My Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN4228.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/DSCN4228.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well, when I mentioned that my joy had been robbed I didn't mean literally. Now, I mean literally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night we had an event to go to at a church in Austin, which Jason was in charge of. He has been sick all week. He's had fever every day except for 1 and he has thrown up at least 16 times in the past day. He is sick!!!! After we had been there a little while, Jason started getting sick at the event and we decided to leave early.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we got home someone had apparently been there. I think we scared them off when we opened the door. They only had time to take our Playstation and some DVD's (which is no real loss). We called the cops, they came, took fingerprints, the whole bit. The thieves apparently used gloves because they couldn't get a usable fingerprint. At 10:00 last night they left. Jason and I went to bed feeling very violated (I felt like they had seen me naked or something).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, me being the scaredy cat I am, I stayed up with most of our lights on, watched TV, and had a large stick next to our bed. I was in the middle of a late night showing of "Mickey Blue Eyes" when I heard 3 loud knocks on our door at about 3:30am. I jumped up, ready to rumble with these criminals, and answered the door. It was the cop and they had found the robbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry this is so long but keep reading, the story becomes quite humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cop asked Jason if he could come with him to i.d. the stolen stuff. Jason followed the cop to the local Motel 6 where these so-called thieves had beat the crap out of each other. They got into a fight over the Playstation and had a rumble. One guy was hurt so badly he had to go to the hospital. They basically ratted themselves out by having a drunken brawl over a Playstation, our Playstation to be exact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As if that wasn't dumb enough, one of the items they stole from our apartment was our video camera. I guess they thought they would document their genius heist, because they began filming their every step after they left our house. Dumb &amp;amp; Dumber!!! So, when Jason got there, at least 3 drunk guys were waiting to be arrested. Two were lying about what they did, and one was spilling the beans (remember one was at the hospital, and we don't know how many there were total). They put the two liars into one of the police cars. What they didn't know was that all cop cars have recorders in them. They were probably confessing everything but they were too drunk to care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jason got to watch the whole thing go down. He identified the stuff and left. As he was pulling away he saw the robbers getting cuffed and stuffed and slapped with felony theft charges. At 10:00pm the cops left our house and at 5:00am, the thieves were being taken to jail. Justice was served and my prayer for returned joy was answered. I was truly joyous that in the midst of this situation we kept thanking Jesus and he in return blessed us with closure, and graciousness. He didn't have to give us the satisfaction of these guys getting caught in order for us to praise him, but because he is so awesome, he did!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Last night Jason and I did go to sleep feeling very violated but also thanking Jesus that it was what it was. It could have been much worse. Stuff is just stuff. Thank you Jesus for reminding me that you are still in control. Even when we might not know why certain things happen, thank you for giving us enough strength, through your Spirit, to keep going and to continually praise You no matter the circumstance. Now I can say without hesitation, without restraint, without caution, and with full faith that you truly are MY JOY!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113739122404358161?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113739122404358161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113739122404358161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113739122404358161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113739122404358161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-truly-are-my-joy.html' title='You Truly Are My Joy'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113719152170226729</id><published>2006-01-13T16:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-13T16:39:42.663-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are My Joy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/xmas%20card.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 215px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/xmas%20card.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/xmascard04.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I wanted to share my prayer for today with you so that you would know how to pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, it's hard to know why things happen the way they do, why you bring us to certain places in our earthly life that rob us of our joy. People who say one thing and do another rob us. People who flaunt assets and financial gain rob us. People who have it better than we do help aid us in our robbing of joy. There are so many joyous things in my life and so many things I have to be thankful for but in some ways I have lost my joy. There are so many things that bring me joy that I want to do and can't because of a stipulation in my covenant with you. You have brought me to a state of contentment in my life, and I've never been more content, but I'm ready for my joy back. I'm ready for the excitement, the opportunity to minister freely without any hindrances. God I said yesterday that you are my Provider and my Provision. "Restore unto me the joy of who you are". I want to able to find joy in the little things and in the miracles. I want to enter into your presence with joy and thanksgiving. I can say "Thank you Jesus", but am I joyfully saying it? God, bring me to a place today where I can say without hesitancy, without restraint, without caution, and with all of my faith that YOU ARE MY JOY!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113719152170226729?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113719152170226729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113719152170226729&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113719152170226729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113719152170226729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-are-my-joy.html' title='You Are My Joy'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-113707488551661104</id><published>2006-01-12T07:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T00:48:50.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Miracle Stories</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/DSCN4226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 260px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 200px" height="218" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/DSCN4226.jpg" width="286" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Sorry it's been so long! I will try to be better at blogging my heart and soul out. I do have some miracle stories I want to share. God is still in the miracle business by the way!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband and I have recently had to come to the place in our lives where we have had to utterly rely on God for everything, even the little things. For example: A bed. Jason and I needed a new bed. Starting a new church doesn't leave a lot of money left over after paying bills if any. We have had our bed since we were married and I slept in it about a year before that, so this bed is about 10 years old and we are feeling it in our backsides--trust me. We would wake up every day with a sore something. We began to discuss that we needed to start praying for a bed, specifically a mattress. Within a week our friends had an extra mattress in storage that we tried out and it has helped so much. Now God didn't lavish us with a brand new Sleep Number, but he did give us exactly what we needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another specific prayer that we asked was answered. Now don't feel sorry for us when I tell you this because God has purposefully called us to be in this position and we have never been more content with our lives or more humbled. The reason is this: last month we almost weren't able to make our car payment. With all the extra expenses of Christmas and life, etc., we were struggling to make our payment. On Monday we sat down and talked about what we were going to do and we both decided to just pray specifically for the dollar amount. We couldn't have less and we didn't need more. We specifically prayed about it for a week. The following Monday we were going to have to make the payment. The day before (on Sunday) I was out of town that weekend with a friend and Jason called me and told me that Saturday when he went to go get the mail there was check from State Farm (of all places) giving us back some overpaid insurance money on our Mortgage. First of all, we sold our house in May and this was December - WOW!! Second of all, it was for the exact amount we needed to pay our car payment - DOUBLE WOW!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share this with you to remind you that miracles are happening because even though these might seem like tiny and insignificant things to some people, these are huge blessings and miracles to us. All I can say is "Thank you Jesus!!!!" He is my Provider and my Provision.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-113707488551661104?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/113707488551661104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=113707488551661104&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113707488551661104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/113707488551661104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2006/01/miracle-stories.html' title='Miracle Stories'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-112931293095987381</id><published>2005-10-14T15:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T13:09:50.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Humility</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/File_PassionMovie_WashingFeet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 157px" height="193" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/320/File_PassionMovie_WashingFeet.jpg" width="248" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;God gave me a little lesson in humility last week. He asked me to do something that was so simple and so wonderful, that I was ashamed to say that the thought never crossed my mind until He told me. The act shall remain nameless, but I do want to blog the feeling of utter humbleness. Jesus' life can all be traced back to one word--HUMILITY. This thought keeps coming up in my life. It is hard to remain humble. It's hard to say "others are better than me". My wonderful husband said something so simple but yet so profound at our Bible Study Tuesday night. He does that occasionally!!!!:) He said that God thought us greater than even himself which is why he sent his only son to die for us! Wow! God thinks that we, the ugly, sinful, nasty, hateful, filth of this world better than himself, the Almighty, Creator, Redeemer, Savior, King of Kings and Lord of Lords. I don't know what that does for your sense of humility in how we treat each other and even ourselves, but don't ever pray for God to show you humility unless you are willing to literally get down and dirty to please the Father. I will leave you with this thought. "If you have any encouragement from being united with Christ, if any comfort from his love, if any fellowship with the Spirit, if any tenderness and compassion, then make my joy complete by being like-minded, having the same love, being one in spirit and purpose. Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves. Each of you should look not only to your own interests, but also to the interests of others. Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus: Who, being in very nature God, did not consider equality with God something to be grasped, but made himself nothing, taking the very nature of a servant, being made in human likeness. And being found in appearance as a man, he humbled himself and became obedient to death even death on a cross! Therefore God exalted him to the highest place and gave him the name that is above every name, that at the name of Jesus every knee should bow, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father."Philippians 2:1-11. Consider others better than you this week!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-112931293095987381?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/112931293095987381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=112931293095987381&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112931293095987381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112931293095987381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/10/humility.html' title='Humility'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-112783762749953223</id><published>2005-09-27T10:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T11:27:58.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Image Consultant</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#ffffff;"&gt;Where do we get our image of a Pastor’s Wife? In my first journal entry I said that I used to see them a certain way. I saw them as untouchable, unreachable. Not many of the Pastor’s wives I encountered were friendly or sociable. They usually played the silent “behind the scenes” person. I feel like I am quite the opposite. So where do we find out what a Pastor’s wife should act like, sound like, or look like? As I was studying this week, the Lord told me to illustrate some ways we as wives and in general as women should be.&lt;br /&gt;Image is a reproduction of the form of a person or object, especially a sculptured likeness; one that closely or exactly resembles another; a double. In Genesis, God says he made us in “His image” What that tells me is that we are supposed to act like him. A good friend and missionary by the name of Norman Barnes came and spoke to our church about “Our Destiny”. One statement he made that stood out to be was that, “We were all created with purpose and destiny.” God created us to be something special and unique in his Kingdom. He also said, “Don’t die a copy.” We are called to be like Christ, in his image, but we are also called to be our own individual self. In the book I am currently reading called Captivating, there is a point in the book where she references our characteristics, male and female, to those of God. He made us in His image, so he must have those character traits. He is strong, wise, a good leader, a disciplinary, and much more that make him God and not, well, George. (That’s for my daddy) He also has traits that women embody. He is romantic, loving, giving, kind, a nurturer, and compassionate. These are all traits that we as women embrace (most of the time). He is the perfect example of male and female. Everything that He has created us to be is a little part of who He is. We aren’t an exact copy of who God is, but we are called to strive to be like Him, holy, as he is holy. That’s my image of what a pastor’s wife should be; striving to be holy. If they are doing that, then all the other images will come into focus. And that focus, is on God! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-112783762749953223?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/112783762749953223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=112783762749953223&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112783762749953223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112783762749953223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/09/image-consultant.html' title='Image Consultant'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-112697402180973572</id><published>2005-09-17T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T11:41:00.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Wind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;Have you ever read the passage that says the Holy Spirit is like "The Wind". It's in John, chapter 3. Jason spoke on it last Sunday and I have been thinking about it ever since. A friend of mine e-mailed me yesterday and reminded me of it. The Holy Spirit is like the wind. He blows us wherever he wants, if we have handed our loves over to him. Right now He's about to blow me a couple of places I'm scared to go. He's also about to blow some places I can't wait to go. The problem is that Holly's timing is not God's timing. Some thoughts he has placed on my heart make me want to move or go or do right now. Waiting on the wind to blow me is the hard and scary part. I want to plan my life, my dreams and my goals, but the Holy Spirit will blow me when he's ready--for now it's the calm before the storm. I have to sit and wait on the Lord. I have to be still and know that HE is GOD!! Pray for me in this endeavor. God is about to blow his Holy Wind on me and move me. Pray that I will be ready!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-112697402180973572?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/112697402180973572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=112697402180973572&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112697402180973572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112697402180973572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/09/holy-wind.html' title='Holy Wind'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-112611875753888687</id><published>2005-09-07T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T21:49:27.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"You and Me" God</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/1600/lifehouse1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 121px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="169" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/7755/1033/200/lifehouse.jpg" width="142" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;"You And Me" by Lifehouse, &lt;em&gt;revised by River Stone Community Church&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep up and I can't back down&lt;br /&gt;I've been losing so much time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of the things that I want to say&lt;br /&gt;just aren't coming out right&lt;br /&gt;I'm tripping on words&lt;br /&gt;You've got my head spinning&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where to go from here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's something about you now&lt;br /&gt;I can't quite figure out&lt;br /&gt;Everything You do is beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Everything You do is right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to lose&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off&lt;br /&gt;of you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;with nothing to do&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to prove&lt;br /&gt;And it's you and me&lt;br /&gt;and all of the people&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know why,&lt;br /&gt;I can't keep my eyes off of you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What day is it?&lt;br /&gt;And in what month?&lt;br /&gt;This clock never seemed so alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we sang this song at River Stone, the phrase that resonates with me the most is "Everything YOU do is Beautiful, everything YOU do is right," so I have decided to change my xanga heading to River Stone's version of "You and Me" by Lifehouse, because, everything HE does is beautiful, and everything HE does is right. "I can't keep my eyes off of you" - let that be my prayer today Lord!! That I wouldn't take my eyes off of you. That in my heart I would be bowed down, but that my eyes are still focused on YOU!! I want to be so focused on you that I want to have to ask "what day is it and in what month" because I am bowing down and praying and giving all of me to YOU!! It's just "You and Me" today God. I give myself over to you today and every day!! You deserve all of my praise!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-112611875753888687?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/112611875753888687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=112611875753888687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112611875753888687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112611875753888687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-and-me-god.html' title='&quot;You and Me&quot; God'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-112615445875309365</id><published>2005-09-07T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T22:07:23.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;I haven't been back in a while--but I'm back now--been xangaing and myspacing. I like this format way better!! Will write in a little while!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-112615445875309365?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/112615445875309365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=112615445875309365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112615445875309365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/112615445875309365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/09/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-111500959240713663</id><published>2005-05-01T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:38:29.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Week of Grace</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;I know I have written about a word of the day/week before but my word for this week is Grace. It’s so funny too because we have a ladies event at our church on Saturday called “Day of Grace”. God is really pumping me up for this one. I’m a week ahead of schedule. Everything I have been reading or hearing from God is about grace. I will preface.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I had a moment where I realized that being a Pastor’s Wife is hard task. Someone was talking with me about it and all I kept saying was how it’s such a hard job. It really is a hard job. There have been many times where I have wanted to choke church members who said horrible things to and about my husband (I would never really do that though). I take offense to that more than he does sometimes. I am very protective because I know how hard he works and how much he studies and prepares, and listens to God, and spends time with God. I see it everyday. All people see is what happens on Sunday or used to be (Wednesday night). Anyway they don’t see all the time he puts in, and I understand all he's had to do to get ready for certain church events, whether its leading worship or preaching. Anyway—this is a weakness of mine and God convicted me about that recently. He keeps reminding me to have a quiet and gentle spirit. If you know me I’m not quiet--gentle maybe--&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;but not quiet. That’s so hard for me. I like to be “in the know” about stuff going on at our church and it’s hard not to chime in with my opinions or gossip about something that’s going on—hey I &lt;em&gt;am&lt;/em&gt; a girl!! Anyway, God keeps telling me that I should be quiet and gentle. I think I've finally learned to just stay out of it. This is a big weakness of mine. But, my new motto is: Let Go and Let God. (I know someone else made that up, but I don't know who to credit). I'm a huge control freak and sometimes I just can’t let go, but that just creates more stress in my life and I don’t need that either. Remember being a Pastor's wife is a very hard job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day I was reading a passage in 2 Corinthians, Chapter 12, where Paul talks about his vision and his thorn. I have discovered these past few weeks that I have many thorns (weaknesses). Paul talks about his weaknesses and boasts in them because they make him stronger. In these past few weeks I have seen many of my weaknesses come out and I’m wondering if God is trying to strengthen my faith for something. Paul says, “For when I am weak, then I am strong.” I feel like these weaknesses in me are being used by God to make me stronger. In the meantime though, I don’t like this person that I have become. I don’t like the stressor person, the lazy person, the non-motivated person, and the other thorn-like person who is hanging around inside of me. I still can’t figure out what God is trying to tell me or teach me, but I know it’s coming soon. God is going to use my weaknesses to make me strong. In this same passage, Paul quotes Jesus saying, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” His grace &lt;em&gt;is&lt;/em&gt; sufficient enough to take away these feeling of “I’ve screwed up again” or “Why am I so weak”. BUT His power is made perfect in my weakness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His grace is sufficient for me. I'm not the perfect Pastor’s Wife, Mom, friend, etc. But Christ in me is. His grace carries me through these times of weaknesses. He will use these times for His glory. Paul boasts in his weaknesses. He is proud of them because he knows that God is in control of the situation. When I said earlier that I have to let go and let God, I do. I have to hand the control over to him and allow him to use my weaknesses to make me stronger. I can’t say this enough in my mind because there are so many times I feel unworthy of His love because of my horrible, awful sin, but HIS GRACE is sufficient. Because of the cross, my sins are cast as far as the east is from the west. God confirmed this through another one of our Pastor’s tonight in his message. He said, “We aren’t a perfect people, but when we ask God for forgiveness for our sin He wipes the slate clean. In that moment we become perfect again.” He wipes the slate clean. Isn’t that an awesome picture? God must have a huge chalkboard for me. There have been many times I’m sure that my chalkboard was full. I picture a little kid having to stay after class and write a hundred times on the chalkboard . . .I will not sin again, I will not sin again! But then, God takes his big huge eraser that’s shaped like a cross and wipes it all away. Wow, that’s GRACE!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-111500959240713663?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/111500959240713663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=111500959240713663&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/111500959240713663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/111500959240713663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/05/week-of-grace.html' title='A Week of Grace'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12286132.post-111392842868511920</id><published>2005-04-19T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:39:14.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time Blogger</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;My husband who's blog is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://fullnessofgod.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt;http://fullnessofgod.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#ffffff;"&gt; told me I needed my own blog so here I am, blogging! Wow I thought it would feel different. It feels like I'm sending an e-mail. Oh well, I just wanted to tell whoever reads this a little bit about why my husband wanted me to blog. ( I think he didn't want to be the only one who did it--moral support :) Anyway I have been keeping a small Pastor's Wife journal since we started our church last October, and he thought this would be a great way for people to read what I'm writing. So I am a 27 year old Pastor's Wife--who doesn't really have a clue what I'm doing except for what God tells me to do. So my blog is my journey through my struggles of being a young Pastor's Wife. Enjoy!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12286132-111392842868511920?l=thepw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/feeds/111392842868511920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12286132&amp;postID=111392842868511920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/111392842868511920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12286132/posts/default/111392842868511920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepw.blogspot.com/2005/04/first-time-blogger.html' title='First Time Blogger'/><author><name>Holly Bollinger Photography &amp;amp; Design</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='28' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5HkrejXFLcw/SQfXrPKP-cI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/bZ53bkpPVEM/S220/TheFam.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
