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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/rss2full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><rss xmlns:creativeCommons="http://backend.userland.com/creativeCommonsRssModule" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><title>Gitz</title><link>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/</link><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gitzengirl" /><description>Just a girl who used to write for a magazine to make a living, and now writes a blog to make a life. Extremely blessed, well-loved and choosing joy while learning that homebound doesn't limit your life, just your location. I hope you find something on here that makes you smile or makes you think. Or both.</description><language>en</language><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</managingEditor><lastBuildDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 06:53:15 PDT</lastBuildDate><generator>Blogger</generator><atom:id xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146</atom:id><openSearch:totalResults xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">747</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/">25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/blogspot/gitzengirl" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/gitzengirl" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><creativeCommons:license>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/</creativeCommons:license><image><link>http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nd/3.0/</link><url>http://creativecommons.org/images/public/somerights20.gif</url><title>Some Rights Reserved</title></image><feedburner:emailServiceId>blogspot/gitzengirl</feedburner:emailServiceId><feedburner:feedburnerHostname>http://feedburner.google.com</feedburner:feedburnerHostname><item><title>Advent -- HOPE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/6i03FcrnzyA/advent-hope.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sun, 02 Dec 2012 17:54:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-5513060696542698727</guid><description>As we begin this advent season, I am reminded of the following post that Sara wrote.&lt;br /&gt;
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At our chuch service this morning we had a portrayl done by "Joseph" reminding us as we begin this first Sunday of advent, that because Joseph and Mary said yes to God so many years ago , we can have HOPE.&amp;nbsp; Blessings to each of you during this advent season.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Reposted 
from December 13, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You gotta just 
try to do every thing you can, when it’s your time to do it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was watching Staff Sgt. Salvatore Giunta, who is from a small Iowa 
town not far from me, receive the esteemed Medal of Honor for bravery shown in 
active duty. Sal had told President Obama that he was just doing his job, and 
following advice he had gotten when he first became a soldier. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/guinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" closure_uid_fxubbg="11" closure_uid_m0tkoh="2" height="177" src="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/guinta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;During his 
first tour of duty in Afghanistan, his Team Leader said to him: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You 
gotta just try to do everything you can, when it’s your time to do it.”&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It struck me as the most profoundly simple statement. And while I’m sure 
it is essential advice for a battlefield, it also occurred to me it’s advice 
that works in every circumstance for every person trying to follow in Jesus’ 
footsteps. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And those of his parents. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thinking of Mary, 
frightened and scared, not knowing what to make of this angel standing before 
her. &lt;strong&gt;But she said yes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She did what she could when it was 
her time to be asked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Joseph. Being asked to marry a woman who 
was pregnant – and not with his child. He was being asked to sacrifice his life 
and all he had been taught… &lt;strong&gt;and he said yes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;He did 
everything he could when it was his time to be asked.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They did 
their duty. They traveled for the census to be counted. They continually did the 
next right thing – not because they were promised riches or status or rewards. 
&lt;strong&gt;They traveled, they suffered in a stable to bring a baby into the world 
without any idea of how they were going to manage next.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;But they 
did everything they could, because it was their time to do it&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/2984644396_4969aea216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" closure_uid_fxubbg="12" closure_uid_m0tkoh="3" height="216" src="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/2984644396_4969aea216.jpg" title="Flickr Creative Commons_ Ryan J Lane" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hear the story so many times that I begin to assume they knew what the 
end result of their sacrifices would be. Sometimes I lull myself into thinking I 
would have made those sacrifices if it meant the Savior of the world could come 
to do His work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I remember that Mary and Joseph knew no such 
thing. &lt;strong&gt;They knew no more of their future than we do. &lt;/strong&gt;They 
didn’t know Jesus would get lost in a temple. They didn’t know he would turn 
water into wine and heal the sick and bring sight to the blind. They didn’t know 
their precious baby boy would be beaten and ridiculed and hung on a cross. 
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They were simply doing everything they could, when it was 
their time to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It pierces me. It pierces me to know 
they simply said yes because it was the right thing to do. It pierces me that I, 
in this life, have so many chances to say yes. &lt;strong&gt;It pierces me that 
&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every moment of my life could be my time to do everything I 
can&lt;/strong&gt;. I may not change the world, but I might change a life. I might be 
called with an urging in my spirit, and if I choose not to pay attention and act 
on it, I might miss my moment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My time to do what I 
can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That’s what I am thinking about this 
Christmas. I’m always overwhelmed and grateful that Jesus came to this world as 
a baby to save me – thousands of years later – a simple soul not unlike any 
other. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this year, I’m wondering how I can be more like 
Mary and Joseph. How I can do everything I can… now… when it’s my time to do 
it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Will you take that challenge with me?&lt;/strong&gt; 
Will you look beyond the celebrations and the wrappings and the carols we hum as 
we busy about our lives – and pay close attention to the little details in the 
lives of those around you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Because you never know when it may be 
your time to do everything you can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/6i03FcrnzyA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-12-02T19:54:58.619-06:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">181</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/12/advent-hope.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Celebrate Them.</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/-qr55crH-Tc/celebrate-them.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Mon, 05 Nov 2012 14:48:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-1209297698447047462</guid><description>&lt;div align="left"&gt;
﻿&lt;/div&gt;
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As we enter the month of November remembering all that we have to be thankful for, I want to share my heart with each of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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"We came into this world with nothing. We will leave this world with nothing. What you give, lasts forever." &lt;br /&gt;
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That was Pastor Vick's message on Sunday. All Saint's day Sunday. And as I listened and reflected on his message, my mind and heart went immediately to Dad and Sara. &lt;br /&gt;
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I celebrate them, all they gave... and as Pastor Vick reminded me,&amp;nbsp;all they continue to give, which will last forever!&lt;br /&gt;
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They loved life and it loved them back...celebrate their passion.&lt;/div&gt;
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They&amp;nbsp;listened to their heart above all other voices...celebrate their wisdom.&lt;/div&gt;
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They saw every ending as a new beginning...celebrate their resiliency.&lt;/div&gt;
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They turned their can'ts into cans and their dreams into plans...celebrate their goals.&lt;/div&gt;
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They had a way of turning obstacles into opportunities...celebrate their magic.&lt;/div&gt;
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They went out on a limb, had it break off, and discovered they could fly...celebrate their&amp;nbsp;faith.&lt;/div&gt;
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They added so much beauty to being human...celebrate their presence.&lt;/div&gt;
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They had a way of brightening the day...celebrate their radiance.&lt;/div&gt;
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They made the whole world feel like home...celebrate their warmth.&lt;/div&gt;
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They decided to enjoy more and endure less...celebrate their choices.&lt;/div&gt;
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They decided to live the life they imagined...celebrate their freedom.&lt;/div&gt;
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They colored their thoughts with only the brightest hues...celebrate their optimism.&lt;/div&gt;
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They ran ahead where there were no paths...celebrate their bravery&lt;/div&gt;
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They held their head high and looked the world straight in the eye...celebrate their strength.&lt;/div&gt;
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They not only saw light at the end of the tunnel, they became light for others...celebrate their compassion.&lt;/div&gt;
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They designed a life they loved...celebrate their JOY.&lt;/div&gt;
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They made the world a better place...celebrate them.&lt;br /&gt;
&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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They must have been something special. They were. Celebrate them.&lt;/div&gt;
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~Adapted from the book She by Kobi Yamada﻿&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/-qr55crH-Tc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-11-05T18:59:57.119-06:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">14</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/11/celebrate-them.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Friendship</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/3ptp1DH8Iig/friendship.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sun, 23 Sep 2012 22:30:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-223418682408203626</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Sara treasured each of you. Sara treasured your friendships.&lt;/div&gt;
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"Where there is no guidance, a people falls, but in an abundance of counselors there is safety."&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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~Proverbs 11:14&lt;/div&gt;
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It is so humbling to read all of your comments and e-mails about our sweet Sara. How she provided guidance and comfort to you personally, in a way only Sara knew how. Please know how much we, Sara's family, treasure your stories. Through your stories, there is a presence of Sara and that is so comforting.&lt;br /&gt;
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What we want you to remember today, is the gift of friendship you gave to Sara. Your friendship provided guidance and comfort to her. When I reflect on Sara's illness and the last several years that she was not able to leave the four walls of her home, I turn to a place of gratitude. Gratitude for the friendships she found in each of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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You helped Sara live life. You gave her hope and a reason for being. You gave her a purpose for getting up in the morning. You helped fill her heart with love and joy. For that, we are eternally grateful!&lt;br /&gt;
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As I was reading through your comments, one of you reminded me of something Sara said. "...if I am still on this earth, it means He has intended for me to do something more. If I didn't have something more to do, He would reward me by taking me home to Him." God has plans for each of us and I believe that not only was her plan to make a difference in your life, but it was for you to also gift Sara. Gift her with your community, your friendships, your love.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara lived the plan He had for her with open arms, with an open heart, with joy. What I believe God and Sara would want from us, is to continue living the plan that we are here to accomplish. &amp;nbsp; Take what we learned from them and continue walking our faith journey with open arms, an open heart, with joy.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara trusted God and knew that whatever reason He had for her to live the life she was given, there was a purpose. She trusted that He had the bigger picture and she stepped forward in faith by living the life that was in front of her. I am going to make sure the pain and suffering as well as the&amp;nbsp;love and joy she experienced to live the life that was in front of her, was not in vain. I am going to make sure that her purpose, her wisdom, her gift of teaching and modeling for us is carried on through my life. Will you join me in that? &lt;br /&gt;
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Thank you for being Sara's friend. Thank you for being her counselor. &amp;nbsp;You helped her so she wouldn't fall, you helped her feel safe in fulfilling His plan. You helped her keep her faith.&lt;br /&gt;
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And the Master said, "Well done good and faithful servant. You have been faithful with a few things; I will put you in charge of many things. Come and share in your Master's happiness." &amp;nbsp; ~Matthew 25:21&lt;br /&gt;
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One year ago today, Sara journeyed to be with our Master, our Father. She is home, on Holy Ground, with Him. Sara is singing, dancing and praising Him joyfully.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/gitzengiirl/03-holy-ground"&gt;http://soundcloud.com/gitzengiirl/03-holy-ground&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Love and blessings from all of Sara's family! We are grateful to each of you for always being her friend and bringing joy to her life.&lt;br /&gt;
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Peace.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/3ptp1DH8Iig" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-09-24T00:30:01.383-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TFiko9H9d3I/UFfqvfqKw2I/AAAAAAAAGHo/Utw0db6-fu8/s72-c/memorial+2012+2.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/09/friendship.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Grief and Joy</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/oYyPHNv_0Mk/grief-and-joy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Sep 2012 09:56:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8988257578997950864</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;b&gt;"When the heart grieves over what is lost,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;the spirit rejoices over what it has left."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;~ Epigram, Sufi&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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One year ago today Sara started Hospice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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For the first time in as long as I can remember, one year ago today, Sara was provided with enough medication to ease her pain and keep her from getting physically sick. As we watched the medication begin to work, we also saw the many years of pain leave her face. &amp;nbsp;She looked like an angel! An angel ready for her journey to heaven.&lt;/div&gt;
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In keeping with Sara's motto of, "It's not about me," over the course of the next two days, her focus was on making sure those of us left here on earth were taken care of. That we were o.k. Sara said to us, "I will be fine." "Isn't this exciting?" "It is all of you who are left here to grieve." I want to make sure you are o.k."&lt;/div&gt;
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She was so COURAGEOUS! Without shedding a tear, and filled with joy and excitement, she told us how excited she was to meet our Heavenly Father. She continued teaching us. Teaching us how to love, choose joy, and be courageous.&lt;/div&gt;
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Our hearts grieve over her loss, but we are so grateful and our spirit rejoices over what she has left us. She has left us so much of herself through her writings and the life she lived. The life she lived for God and others! For this we will be forever grateful.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Thank you dear sister.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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We love you all the way around the world and back...and into the heavens!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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Blessings and thanks to all of you who loved Sara. She loved you too!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/oYyPHNv_0Mk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-09-14T11:56:17.729-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-M7pOSlhJdJ8/UFNW9ol8mnI/AAAAAAAAGHI/NYJF9dyHD4k/s72-c/Sara+Pictures+027.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/09/grief-and-joy.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Grace and the Holy Spirit</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/itlSwuiqJqc/grace-and-holy-spirit.html</link><category>Family</category><category>Grief</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Tue, 11 Sep 2012 22:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-3001643457201316916</guid><description>&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;September 12, 2011, one year ago today,&amp;nbsp;I answered a call from my sister Sara and she asked me to come. Come and be with her. “Don’t worry,” she said, “I’m okay, I was just wondering if you could come be with me.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Of course! Where else would I be? Sara asked me to come. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sara always loved to have people come visit, but she rarely asked. Sometimes it was because she wasn't feeling well, but mostly, she didn't want to be a burden to anyone. Typically, if I was going to visit, I had to be the one to tell her I was coming. There was only one other time I recall her asking me to come because she needed help.&amp;nbsp; It was when her disease, her pain, was more than she could handle. The only other time she asked me to come, was when she had Cushings, she needed the doctor’s help, and couldn’t get to them.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sara&amp;nbsp;said, “Don’t worry,” but I did nothing on that four hour trip but pray and worry!&amp;nbsp; Asking God, “&lt;i&gt;please&lt;/i&gt; help me know how to help my sweet sister Sara.” &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;I felt like this time was different.&amp;nbsp; She had been getting worse. She had just received IV’s the week-end before because of dehydration. Steve was with her that week-end. He said when he left on Sunday that she seemed to be doing better. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;But, she had taken a turn for the worse. Again.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #31859c; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #31859C; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent5; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;God's Grace is "the power of God to do for us what we cannot do for ourselves".&amp;nbsp; And the fact is, we cannot do anything for ourselves.&amp;nbsp; Jesus says, "...without me you can do nothing."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #31859c; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #31859C; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent5; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="apple-converted-space"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;John 15:5&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; color: #999999; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;I walked through the door of her condo. &amp;nbsp;Sara's dear friend Meg was with her,&amp;nbsp;sitting next to her in bed.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%; mso-bidi-font-style: italic;"&gt;I hugged Sara (as much as I could without creating more pain) and I said, “Is this time different?” She said “Yes, I think so.” We cried, Meg left, and throughout that night I helped her as she struggled constantly. She hardly had a moment without relief from pain and getting physically sick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Morning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;finally&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt; came and her friend, home nurse, our angel, Tabatha came to see how Sara was doing. After Tabatha saw Sara, we had much conversation, blood tests were taken, the results were received, and the words came…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #31859c; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #31859C; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent5; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;Likewise the Spirit also helps in our weaknesses. For we do not know what we should pray for as we ought, but the Spirit Himself makes intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered. &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #444444; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;cite&gt;&lt;span style="border-bottom: windowtext 1pt; border-left: windowtext 1pt; border-right: windowtext 1pt; border-top: windowtext 1pt; color: #31859c; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 9pt; mso-border-alt: none windowtext 0in; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #31859C; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent5; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themeshade: 191; padding-bottom: 0in; padding-left: 0in; padding-right: 0in; padding-top: 0in;"&gt;Romans 8:26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/cite&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="color: #31859c; font-family: &amp;quot;Georgia&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;serif&amp;quot;; mso-style-textfill-fill-alpha: 100.0%; mso-style-textfill-fill-color: #31859C; mso-style-textfill-fill-colortransforms: lumm=75000; mso-style-textfill-fill-themecolor: accent5; mso-themecolor: accent5; mso-themeshade: 191;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 10pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;My head said No, but my heart felt hers as excitement filled her face. Sara was &lt;i&gt;finally&lt;/i&gt; going to meet our heavenly father. She said “Yes.” And her journey began…one year ago today, she began her journey to be with our heavenly father and, our dad!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/gitzengiirl/08-amazing-grace"&gt;08 Amazing Grace&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;by&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/gitzengiirl"&gt;gitzengirl&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;
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The last couple of weeks I have found myself with feelings of sorrow. &amp;nbsp;Sorrow anticipating that on July 9th, it will be two years since dad died. On July 9, 2010, we were getting ready to celebrate...celebrate my oldest son, Thomas' 17th birthday. My phone rang as Rebecca and I were picking up some last minute items for Thomas' party...our celebration turned into sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was looking through some of Sara's quotes tonight and this one stood out to me..."Change is inevitable, Growth is intentional." Isn't that true with everything in life? Things are always going to change, whether it is at work or in our personal life, change is inevitable.&lt;br /&gt;
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Two years ago on July 9th, was the start of significant changes in my families life. We lost one of the greatest men on earth (according to us anyway). I know Sara already shared a lot about dad...his gentleness, unwavering trust in God, gentle spirit, LOVE for life, family and friends, and on and on it goes.&lt;br /&gt;
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What I also know about dad, is that he would not want us to be sorrowful, he would want us to be intentional about celebrating. &amp;nbsp;Celebrating a life lived to its fullest, celebrating a man who was the greatest dad, husband, son, brother, uncle, friend, etc. that God could have blessed us with.&lt;br /&gt;
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Thomas told me he and grandpa now share a very special day. Sure, there is our human sorrow that will always be there because we miss his big heart...his big life. But, we will not only celebrate Thomas' birthday on July 9, we will also celebrate dad.&lt;br /&gt;
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Dad was not only a role model to me, but was also a role model to my children, his grandchildren. Dad taught us all to live intentionally, so that is what we will do. We will take the change that God gives us and intentionally use it to grow...grow in His glory.&lt;br /&gt;
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Because as Sara would say..."This world is not about us, it's about what He does through us."&lt;br /&gt;
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Let's intentionally celebrate life today...July 9th...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;(Happy 19th birthday, Thomas)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I am going to celebrate the life of my dad and my son, Thomas. &amp;nbsp;I am so very proud of and grateful for them both! &amp;nbsp;Thanks, God for blessing me...big! I love you both..."all the way around the world and back." ~&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Gitz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
...and into the heavens...&lt;br /&gt;
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Thanks also for each of your continued love and prayers....we are grateful for all of you!&lt;br /&gt;
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~Laura&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/ayYYQkyLljs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-07-08T21:45:39.288-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GQ2FJaT6bQ8/T_pBOxQ02pI/AAAAAAAAGGs/iQyeAOuq-iw/s72-c/IMG_0430+cropped.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">37</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/07/celebration-and-sorrow.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Honoring Dad and Grandma</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/DBjFzI_iXjo/honoring-dad-and-grandma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sat, 16 Jun 2012 19:14:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8487431583751675966</guid><description>Today is an extra special day...It is Grandma Rita's 90th birthday and Father's day.&lt;br /&gt;
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To all you dad's out there that have been faithful readers and friends to my sister Sara, Happy Father's day and blessings to each and every one of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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With both Dad and Sara in Heaven, I never think of one without thinking of the other.&lt;br /&gt;
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I was visiting with my son, Thomas the other night, reminiscing about Dad and Sara, when he made the comment that Sara reminds him so much of Job in the bible. He commented on how Job was tested with pain and suffering and yet never lost his trust in God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Through no fault of his own, Job lost his wealth, children and health. But, the greatest trial for Job was not the pain or loss; it was not being able to understand why God allowed him to suffer.&lt;br /&gt;
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In the early years of Sara's disease, we all questioned and wondered "why." Why would God put someone so wonderful, one of His children through so much pain and suffering? Although none of us could fully understand why Sara had to go through the pain she endured, it did lead her (and me) to discovering God more fully. Sara was so obedient and faithful...Sara chose how to respond, and she chose to respond faithfully to God.&lt;br /&gt;
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Job and Sara showed us the kind of trust we are to have in God. When everything is stripped away, we are to recognize that God is all we ever really have or need. God gives us himself, but not necessarily all the details of his plans. We must remember that this life, with all it's pain, is not our final destiny.&lt;br /&gt;
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Our final destiny is with our Heavenly Father, and that's exactly where dad and Sara are. &amp;nbsp;I was reading the post Sara wrote called, "Our Earthly Existence." In this post, she talked about a dream she had 2 months to the day after dad's funeral.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara had a dream about a place that was familiar, warm and comforting. Yet, it was better...more beautiful, more warm, more complete. Sara saw dad...and dad said she could stay. He told her "that all was put right again."&lt;br /&gt;
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I do believe that for dad and Sara, "all is put right again." And, one day for all of us, it will be too.&lt;br /&gt;
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This Father's day, Sara is personally celebrating Father's day with our Heavenly Father AND my dad! A true dream come true for her. Dad and Sara are sharing the dance they had been waiting to share for so long.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please dance one for me, Sara! I really miss you both.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Father's day, dad! Thanks for being a remarkable father and role model.&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy 90th Birthday, Grandma! You and dad were so very much alike...you both made life happier. You were both so loving and selfless; full of strength and faith. May God bless you today and always! I love you so...&lt;br /&gt;
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I am so very blessed with such a wonderful family and treasured memories!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Laura&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/DBjFzI_iXjo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-06-16T21:14:41.874-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-dRFcCxQOPZA/T903LCOZFkI/AAAAAAAAGGM/h1iqk6h5FW0/s72-c/sara+dad+dancing.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">19</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/06/honoring-dad-and-grandma.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>In Memory</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/dmTDckLzzgs/in-memory.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 19:16:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-1035214927962602328</guid><description>&lt;div style="text-align: -webkit-auto;"&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Memorial -- "S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;omething, such as a monument or holiday, intended to celebrate or honor the memory of a person or an event."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;In past years, Memorial day for me has been a day to pay special tribute to those in the armed forces who served our country and gave of themselves for our freedom. Today, that is obviously still something I am forever grateful for...but my gratefulness has broadened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Today became a day for me to also reflect on how dad and Sara gave of themselves. Dad and Sara both dedicated their lives to serving God and others. They taught me so much about life and priorities. They taught me how to be intentional.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;They were intentional in everything they did and their intention was to put God and others first.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;So, in celebration and honor of their memory, my focus is on &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;being intentional&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt;. Being intentional in my walk with God and others. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;Being intentional in Choosing Joy!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="background-color: white; font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px; text-align: left;"&gt;I love you and miss you both, more than you can imagine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/dmTDckLzzgs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-28T21:16:44.870-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1SQn0NCU5b4/T8QwpHV1G1I/AAAAAAAAGFs/orj-m7m-_wg/s72-c/memorial+2012+1.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/in-memory.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Choosing Gratitude</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/5iKYs8wJ2VI/choosing-gratitude.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sat, 12 May 2012 23:00:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8577207660662490117</guid><description>We are choosing Gratitude today, Sunday, May 13. It is a day to celebrate mom as well as celebrate the wonderful 38 years we had with our Sara!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am so very proud of my mom! On July 9, 2010 she lost her husband very unexpectedly and then on September 24, 2011 she also said good-bye to her daughter. But through it all, mom has chosen joy, gratitude and trust.&lt;br /&gt;
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Mom and dad raised 6 children. Through their sacrifices, love, faith and teaching, each of us are first and foremost, Godly adults who are successful and blessed in so many way. &amp;nbsp;Thanks, Mom!!&lt;br /&gt;
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The youngest of the six, Sara (Gitz), in my opinion, was the wisest, strongest and most successful of us all. It was through the journey that God chose for her, that she taught us all so much about life and faith. For that I will be forever grateful.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara would have been 39 today and I know we all miss her in our own way, but today I am choosing to be grateful for the 38 years that I was able to have her in my life. In Sara's early years, I was blessed as the oldest daughter and therefore was her second mom in many ways. Later in life I was blessed to not only be her sister but her best friend.&lt;br /&gt;
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And, we can't forget the one that made Sara a mom...Riley!! Many of you have been asking about Riley, so here is an update on the blog dog.&lt;br /&gt;
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Riley is living with my Brother Steve and his family, Patience, Cooper and Avery. &amp;nbsp;As you can see from the photos below, he has adjusted well and is living the good life!&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Mother's Day to all you mom's out there. &amp;nbsp;Enjoy your day and God Bless each and every one of you!&lt;br /&gt;
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Laura&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/5iKYs8wJ2VI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-13T01:00:01.174-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DI4g0o3iRdw/T607bVqBHJI/AAAAAAAAF_s/JJfRH85KmTU/s72-c/Riley.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/choosing-gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Sara's Story</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/MdkzL_gu2aQ/saras-story.html</link><category>(in)RL</category><category>(in)courage</category><category>Reflections</category><category>friendship</category><category>memory</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Tue, 01 May 2012 09:44:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-6301887269942145170</guid><description>Dear Ones,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It's &lt;a href="http://www.soaringandstillness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;, stopping in to share an incredible gift with all of you.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;One that requires a box of tissues at the ready.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
This past weekend, &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/"&gt;(in)courage&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: x-small; font-style: italic;"&gt;the site Sara wrote for regularly &lt;/span&gt;hosted (in)RL, an incredible virtual conference attended by women all over the world. Over 1,700 of us spent time learning, growing, laughing, loving...in community with each other.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;It was an event that would have been right up Gitz's alley.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
A few months ago, I was humbled and honored when (in)courage approached me about creating a segment for(in)RL about Sara and how she impacted people...it didn't take much to persuade me or anyone else to join in. Our girl? She could get me to do just about anything. &lt;i&gt;Smile.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Sara's Story &lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;is one that &lt;i&gt;we all&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;need to share from the rooftops. Her faith, love for others, trust in the unknown, heart joy...these parts of Sara? They &lt;i&gt;leap&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;through the screen and into your heart while viewing...all while breaking it a bit all over again too.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
This morning, (in)courage released the video for public viewing. &lt;a href="http://www.themomcreative.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt;, a heart sister of Sara's, wrote a post about it &lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/2012/05/saras-story.html#comment-135795"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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If you'd like to know more about the (in)RL conference or how to obtain access to the videos shown during it, please &lt;a href="http://www.dayspring.com/in_rl_online_video_all_access_pass_and_study_e_booklet_set/"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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So...please find 30 minutes and a quiet nook. Grab some tissue. Press play.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;See our girl.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="315" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/lMxzR9L9jYg?rel=0" width="560"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Then? &lt;b&gt;Go look in the mirror&lt;/b&gt;. &amp;nbsp;There's a piece of her woven into &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;, too. Will you consider sharing within the comments how she's impacted you?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Let's celebrate her together.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Much Love,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;Shannon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/MdkzL_gu2aQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-01T15:14:22.543-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://img.youtube.com/vi/lMxzR9L9jYg/default.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">111</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/05/saras-story.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Head and Heart</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/pE6rQO5rGMw/head-and-heart.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Mar 2012 06:44:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-4784580619378907353</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;Sara's sister, Laura here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Do you ever have a &lt;i&gt;conversation&lt;/i&gt;
with yourself or probably more accurately, an &lt;i&gt;argument&lt;/i&gt; with yourself.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Since I have lost Dad and Sara I have daily (feels like
constant) conversations with myself and sometimes when I am really frustrated
with myself, it turns into an argument between my head and my heart.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I miss them so very much. I long for their hug, their conversation,
their wisdom (that is my heart speaking). Then my head argues with my
heart.&amp;nbsp; “You know they are so much
happier”. “How selfish of you to want them back for your own needs.” “They are
still with you in spirit.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
So, the question is, how do I get my head and heart to
agree? Like other things in life when conflict happens, how do you come to a
compromise?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
So, I come here to find the wisdom Sara left
behind…what did I find… CHOOSE , JOY, PRAISE, GOD, FAITH, etc.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
“He knows my past, present and future. He is surprised by
nothing. He is with me, never leaves me even when I feel alone, and holds me up
even when I think I am standing on my own two feet. He is good. All the time.
And I am going to praise Him through it.” – Gitz&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Oh…her wisdom…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
“Do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by
prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to
God. And the peace of God, which surpasses all understanding, will guard your &lt;i&gt;hearts&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;minds&lt;/i&gt; in Jesus Christ.” – Philippians 4:6-7&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
Oh… God’s wisdom…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
As I am preparing this Lenten season for the Resurrection, I
am so very thankful. Thankful for all Jesus endured in order for us to experience
eternal life.&amp;nbsp; Now that I have
experienced the loss of ones that I have loved so deeply, that thankfulness has
even become even more meaningful. Knowing that dad and Sara are together with
the risen Lord helps both my head and my heart!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
So, why do I keep arguing with myself? I think it's because I am jealous that God has them now...I am thankful he shared them with me as long as he did...my selfishness wanted them longer!&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Wingdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;
I am choosing…peace, joy, kindness, faithfulness…I am
choosing to trust GOD!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/pE6rQO5rGMw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-01T11:54:06.619-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/03/head-and-heart.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>"It's How I want People to Remember Me"</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/vg9RqEEfnyA/its-how-i-want-people-to-remember-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jan 2012 12:44:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-1076969049093239833</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;Laura here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's 2012 and with a new year, also comes new goals and a look back at what we have to be thankful for, as well as lessons we have learned.&amp;nbsp; In my reflection with the new year upon us, I have been struggling.&amp;nbsp; Struggling for peace and understanding, along with how to let go of&amp;nbsp;being in control and trust...trust the plan God has in store for me and my family.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And then, Sara talked to me...I went to the one place&amp;nbsp;where I knew her wisdom was&amp;nbsp;still present...in her writings.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I thought it might be helpful to all of us if we took a look at Sara's Life Goals. Sara's life here on earth was lived to its fullest and&amp;nbsp;she wants people to remember her through how she lived out these life goals...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;1.&amp;nbsp;To not be ashamed to stand before God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div align="center"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;"By now you've probably realized you have a distinct choice to make: just let life happen, which is tantamount to serving God your leftovers, or actively run toward Christ." &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;"Do you understand that it's impossible to please God in any way other than &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;wholehearted surrender?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/strong&gt;~ Francis Chan&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Sara definitely wasn't afraid to stand before God here here on earth, and if I were to guess, when she met our Heavenly Father, she wasn't ashamed to stand before Him in Heaven either.&amp;nbsp; ﻿As Sara said it, "I realized that being a servant meant all or nothing. A line was drawn in the sand and I had to choose my fear, or I had to choose to completely trust Him. It was an all or nothing choice because one cannot exist if the other is true." &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Sara chose to trust.&amp;nbsp; It didn't mean she didn't have extremely difficult days, but I do know that she was never fearful of what was to come, because she knew He was in control.Sara trusted His control and she was open enough to walk where he lead her.&amp;nbsp; She never missed the opportunity to be a servant to Him through the circumstances in her life.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;2. To fulfill God's plan by living the best life I can with what I am given.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;"We are all spiritual beings put here on earth to live out our human existence."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
This is something that dad held on to and said about his life and how he was living it. In my humble opinion, Sara and dad did this very well. They were good about remembering who they were...a Spirit born in the image of Christ. &lt;/div&gt;
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Sara wrote in one of her posts, "I have a mission. A purpose. I am here to live the best life I can with what I am given. I am here to live out this human existence as a spiritual being...a servant to God and His people... before I head back home to Him." &lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;3. To be aware and present in every moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;"Even though we think of our goals as some future state to achieve, the real goal is always the life of this moment, this moment, this moment." ~ &lt;/strong&gt;Charlotte Beck&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
One of the things Sara said was,&amp;nbsp;"just because my hands and feet no longer serve me well physically, I 
don’t want that to be an excuse to not be the hands and feet of God." Sometimes when our focus is &lt;em&gt;living until&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;(fill in the blank)&lt;/em&gt;, we aren't really living... the &lt;em&gt;until&lt;/em&gt; may never come and then we stop living all together.&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
I think Sara did a great job of focusing on the goal of &lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;"this life of this moment, this moment, this moment." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;But, she also didn't give up on her dreams in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. To love what I have and not yearn for what I lack.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;"It's not about me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Sara was so great about living a life of...It's not about me. It's about what he can do with her life. She looked at the life she was blessed with as having a purpose. A purpose for others to see their life or relationship with God in a new light. "We don't know what tomorrow holds, but we know who holds tomorrow."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
And, that's exactly how she left this world and went to the next...with dignity, grace and teaching us all that "it's not about us."&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;5. To Spread the Joy, not the fear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Joy&lt;/u&gt;: &lt;em&gt;the unwavering trust that God knows what He’s doing 
and has blessed me with the opportunity to be a part of it… not despite what’s 
happening in my life but because of it. When everything earthly feels heavy He 
gives me an internal lightness that can’t be touched.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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﻿&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
Sara made a decision&amp;nbsp;early on&amp;nbsp;to choose joy... and she made that choice every day. She always said, the major word in that rectangle isn't 
joy... it's CHOOSE. It's looking around when life is difficult and trading 
every complaint for something beautiful in life that far outweighs it. I know for a fact that she definitely met this goal because there are a lot of people out there that have it "etched in their skin." :)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;6. To be intentional in all things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Sara had a true belief that everything we do, no matter how big or small, it carries with it an impact. She taught us that if we come in contact with someone, we either leave them feeling better about themselves, or worse, but never unaffected. Living intentionally also brings in her 3rd goal of really being present in the moment. We need to be conscious about giving people our complete focus and leaving them knowing they are special. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
For Sara, "being intentional is paying attention to what the need of the other person may be and doing my part to fulfill it." I don't know about you, but she was always there when I needed her and always made me feel special!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sara also wanted to be intentional in being open to whatever God had in store for her. She prayed for guidance and always paid attention to the ways in which God talked to her. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Sara's life Goals were met and then some!&amp;nbsp; I miss you and love you, Sara!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/vg9RqEEfnyA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-01T11:52:23.153-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2012/01/its-how-i-want-people-to-remember-me.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Thanks for saying "yes," Sara!</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/PrS7La9Y5Us/thanks-for-saying-yes-sara.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sun, 18 Dec 2011 11:30:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-5835071698565100418</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;Laura here....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
During my reflecting, one of the articles that Sara wrote that keeps sticking in my mind this time of year,&amp;nbsp;is the one below.&amp;nbsp; I am so thankful to Sara for&amp;nbsp;always saying yes, when it was her time to do it!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
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Love you and miss you Sara!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt;Reposted from December 13, 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;“You gotta just try to do every thing you can, when it’s your 
time to do it.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I was watching Staff Sgt. Salvatore Giunta, who is from a small Iowa town not 
far from me, receive the esteemed Medal of Honor for bravery shown in active 
duty. Sal had told President Obama that he was just doing his job, and following 
advice he had gotten when he first became a soldier. 
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&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/guinta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" closure_uid_fxubbg="11" height="177" src="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/guinta.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
During his first tour of duty in Afghanistan, his Team Leader said to him: 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;“You gotta just try to do everything you can, when it’s your time to do 
it.”&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It struck me as the most profoundly simple statement. And while I’m sure it 
is essential advice for a battlefield, it also occurred to me it’s advice that 
works in every circumstance for every person trying to follow in Jesus’ 
footsteps. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And those of his parents. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I am thinking of Mary, frightened and scared, not knowing what to make of 
this angel standing before her. &lt;strong&gt;But she said yes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;She did 
what she could when it was her time to be asked.&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And Joseph. Being asked to marry a woman who was pregnant – and not with his 
child. He was being asked to sacrifice his life and all he had been taught… 
&lt;strong&gt;and he said yes&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;em&gt;He did everything he could when it was his 
time to be asked.&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They did their duty. They traveled for the census to be counted. They 
continually did the next right thing – not because they were promised riches or 
status or rewards. &lt;strong&gt;They traveled, they suffered in a stable to bring a 
baby into the world without any idea of how they were going to manage 
next.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;But they did everything they could, because it was their time 
to do it&lt;/em&gt;. 
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/2984644396_4969aea216.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" closure_uid_fxubbg="12" height="216" src="http://www.incourage.me/wp-content/uploads/2010/11/2984644396_4969aea216.jpg" title="Flickr Creative Commons_ Ryan J Lane" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I hear the story so many times that I begin to assume they knew what the end 
result of their sacrifices would be. Sometimes I lull myself into thinking I 
would have made those sacrifices if it meant the Savior of the world could come 
to do His work. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
But then I remember that Mary and Joseph knew no such thing. &lt;strong&gt;They 
knew no more of their future than we do. &lt;/strong&gt;They didn’t know Jesus would 
get lost in a temple. They didn’t know he would turn water into wine and heal 
the sick and bring sight to the blind. They didn’t know their precious baby boy 
would be beaten and ridiculed and hung on a cross. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;They were simply doing everything they could, when it was their 
time to do it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It pierces me. It pierces me to know they simply said yes because it was the 
right thing to do. It pierces me that I, in this life, have so many chances to 
say yes. &lt;strong&gt;It pierces me that &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;every moment of my life 
could be my time to do everything I can&lt;/strong&gt;. I may not change the world, 
but I might change a life. I might be called with an urging in my spirit, and if 
I choose not to pay attention and act on it, I might miss my moment. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My time to do what I can&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
That’s what I am thinking about this Christmas. I’m always overwhelmed and 
grateful that Jesus came to this world as a baby to save me – thousands of years 
later – a simple soul not unlike any other. 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;But this year, I’m wondering how I can be more like Mary and 
Joseph. How I can do everything I can… now… when it’s my time to do 
it.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;strong&gt;Will you take that challenge with me?&lt;/strong&gt; Will you look beyond 
the celebrations and the wrappings and the carols we hum as we busy about our 
lives – and pay close attention to the little details in the lives of those 
around you? 
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Because you never know when it may be your time to do everything you 
can.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/PrS7La9Y5Us" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-01T11:52:52.731-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/thanks-for-saying-yes-sara.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>2011 One Little Word...PRAISE</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/iW0trN708dE/2011-one-little-wordpraise.html</link><category>choose joy</category><category>praise</category><category>One Word</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Wed, 07 Dec 2011 12:47:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8647048738597591924</guid><description>&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 21px; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;Hi, everyone...this is Sara's sister, Laura. &amp;nbsp;I know Sara would want to follow up on her "one little word for 2011," so I thought I would take some of her thoughts and share them with you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 21px; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; line-height: 21px; text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;Sara's one little word to focus on for 2011 was &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;PRAISE&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; line-height: normal;"&gt;...and how did she do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Like she did at everything...OUTSTANDING!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Praise made Sara feel centered. &amp;nbsp;Praise is what helped Sara Choose Joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;As I was re-reading Sara's post regarding her choice of the word Praise, the phrase, "It's not about me" stuck out. As Sara was preparing to meet our Heavenly Father, she told us she did not want her funeral to be about her. As we all chuckled and told her it kinda was about her, she adamantly told us NO, she wanted it to be about what she was teaching through her writing, that it is all about Him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;In Sara's post on Praise, she said,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;Rath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;er than letting life run me,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;I take a simple action&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;. I go from my own circumstance to thinking about others. I remember that this life is&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2009/01/it-not-about-me.html" style="background-color: white; color: #bb5321; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;not about me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to give thanks to the God who loves me.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;That is what keeps my spirits up... it's my focus on spirits other than mine. It's my focus on praising instead of dwelling on my own circumstances. It's not always easy, but it is something I have to &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt; to do if I am going to live the life He needs me to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;There is that other word, &lt;i&gt;Choose&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;On December 5, Pastor Christian Watts gave a sermon titled "Choosing Joy When Life Gives You Lemons." Pastor Watts contacted me and asked if he could use Sara's story in his message. &amp;nbsp;He read Sara's post on Choosing Joy and reminded me of the word &lt;i&gt;choose&lt;/i&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;"I made a decision a long time ago that I was going to choose joy. I even painted a big rectangle on my wall and printed it in big letters so I wouldn't forget to make that choice every day. The major word in that rectangle isn't joy... it's CHOOSE. It's looking around me when life is difficult and trading every complaint I have for something beautiful in my life that far outweighs it. I know, it's that Pollyanna personified thing again... but living joyful beats being cynical any day of the week."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Here is the link if you would like to hear his sermon. &amp;nbsp;He did a great job of honoring Sara! &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/33196922"&gt;Http://vimeo.com/33196922&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara &lt;i&gt;chose &lt;/i&gt;Praise and she praised Him very well...I will leave you with this final thought from Sara...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;div style="background-color: white; color: #222222; font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, FreeMono, monospace; font-size: 15px; line-height: 21px;"&gt;
"He knows my past, present and future. He is surprised by nothing. He is with me, never leaves me even when I feel alone, and holds me up even when I think I am standing on my own two feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;He is good.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;em&gt;All the time&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp;And I am going to praise Him through all of it."&lt;/div&gt;
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2012 is right around the corner and as we choose new resolutions or items to focus on, I'm definitely not going to stop focusing on this one...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRhUIVvDss8/Tt_e8ZqqpoI/AAAAAAAAFss/Cqg-laznq0U/s1600/praise.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="155" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRhUIVvDss8/Tt_e8ZqqpoI/AAAAAAAAFss/Cqg-laznq0U/s320/praise.png" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/iW0trN708dE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-01T11:53:04.151-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TRhUIVvDss8/Tt_e8ZqqpoI/AAAAAAAAFss/Cqg-laznq0U/s72-c/praise.png" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/12/2011-one-little-wordpraise.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Thanksgiving in a Year of Loss</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/nVkd-uuxt6Q/thanksgiving-in-year-of-loss.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2011 14:34:00 PST</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-416807125202787470</guid><description>&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: xx-small; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Hey everyone...this is Sara's sister Laura. Sara always let us know how blessed and thankful she was despite her circumstances. Although I am not the writer that Sara was, I wanted to let each of you know what her family is thankful for this year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;________________________________________________________________________________&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;In 2010 the
loss of dad was BIG … He was a man who filled so much space in a person’s heart
and soul. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Dad did everything
with his whole heart and soul … He was such a big part of so many lives! He...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Worked,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 16px; line-height: 18px;"&gt;Played,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Laughed,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Prayed,
and&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Loved
…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;BIG … With his whole heart and soul…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what were
we thankful for despite the loss of Dad? &lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We were thankful for all the years we got to
spend sharing this life with dad. Thankful for his whole being! His laugh, the twinkle in his
eye, the whistle on his lips, the dance in his step, his wisdom and teaching. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We miss everything about him, from his big soft
hands to his ornery personality. But, we were thankful that he lived big, played
big, worked hard and loved even harder. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;And now, in 2011 … the loss of Sweet Sara…&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;A loss
that is BIG … A sister, daughter, aunt, friend who filled so much space in a
person’s heart and soul.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span class="apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span style="background-attachment: initial; background-clip: initial; background-color: white; background-image: initial; background-origin: initial; color: #222222; font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Sara did everything with her whole
heart and soul … she was such a big part of so many lives! She...&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Laughed&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Played&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Prayed, and &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Loved…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;BIG … with
her whole heart and soul…&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;So, what are we thankful for despite the loss of Sara?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We are thankful for the 38 years we
got to spend sharing this life with Sara. Thankful for her whole being! Her
laugh, the twinkle in her eye, the song in her voice, her wisdom and teaching of
what it meant to be a true disciple of Christ! We are thankful for how she
chose to live Joy each and every day! &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We miss everything about her from her gentle hands to her ornery personality. But, we are thankful that she lived and loved big.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;We love them, miss them, and are
thankful that God chose us to be in their lives … what an honor!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 12pt; line-height: 115%;"&gt;Happy Thanksgiving to all of you. We are also thankful to each of you for loving Sara so BIG!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adzXlNLh6aA/TsGhF8INU6I/AAAAAAAAFsc/KMUe17Y95es/s1600/sara+dad+dancing.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="213" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-adzXlNLh6aA/TsGhF8INU6I/AAAAAAAAFsc/KMUe17Y95es/s320/sara+dad+dancing.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara was a girl who lived her life all over the place, despite the constraint of being &lt;i&gt;in &lt;/i&gt;the condo.&lt;br /&gt;
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Her presence was felt and acknowledged far beyond her dwelling spot.&lt;br /&gt;
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At &lt;a href="http://www.crosspoint.tv/"&gt;Crosspoint&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;located in Nashville,Tennessee&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, Blake Bergstrom addressed &lt;i&gt;Choose Joy&lt;/i&gt; during the amazing sermon series entitled &lt;i&gt;Better Days.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;It was..&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;powerful&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;honest&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;thought provoking&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;tear causing&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Blake spoke on the difference between happiness and joy; he talked of making a choice.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;He hit the nail on the head&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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For those of you who were unable to enjoy the live feed, I'm linking to the video and audio portions of his sermon, as well as notes for it&lt;a href="http://www.crosspoint.tv/media/better-days/"&gt; here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;i&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Note: It's week 3 Choose Joy&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara's choice? &amp;nbsp;Joy.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.soaringandstillness.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Shannon&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://www.soaringandstillness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt; here...&lt;br /&gt;
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Just wanted to let all of you know that the church Sara attended (online) will be doing a message tomorrow evening about choosing joy and will share her story; it should be phenomenal. You can click &lt;i style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.crosspoint.tv/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/i&gt;to watch live...&lt;br /&gt;
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I'll be tuning in at &lt;b&gt;6 pm central time&lt;/b&gt;.&amp;nbsp;For those of you who aren't able to view this tomorrow evening, I will post links later this week so you can enjoy the message as well.&lt;br /&gt;
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One of&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.crosspoint.tv/"&gt;Cross Point&lt;/a&gt;'s pastors, Blake Bergstrom, will be speaking.&lt;br /&gt;
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The sermon series is entitled "Better Days" &lt;i&gt;which makes me start singing the Goo Goo Dolls&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;and the first two messages are currently available on the crosspoint.tv site....&lt;br /&gt;
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Here's a brief preview...&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;One huge thanks to sweet&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href="http://www.themomcreative.com/"&gt;Jessica&lt;/a&gt; for the heads up on this; I know we all appreciate the community being able to come together and share in Sara's ripple effect. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I'm so thankful she lived her life &lt;b&gt;loud&lt;/b&gt;, aren't you?&lt;/i&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/12QgunVO4Zg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-11-05T21:32:37.795-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/11/crosspointtv.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>The Blog Dog</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/VrSWItPID00/blog-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2011 08:39:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8874775148524367824</guid><description>&lt;i&gt;Laura here...&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Today we are celebrating another joyous occasion in the life of Gitz. &amp;nbsp;Riley, the blog mascot's Birthday!&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Birthday, Riley!!&lt;br /&gt;
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Along with loving Sara, came loving a very special companion, Riley. &amp;nbsp;We want everyone to know that Riley is doing great and loving life. Linda, Susie's mom (the one in the middle of the picture below) and Riley are enjoying each other's company.&lt;br /&gt;
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Linda loved Sara and assisted her by bringing her groceries and running errands as often as needed. Sara wanted to make sure Linda didn't get bored, so&amp;nbsp;Riley is now making sure Linda has someone to pay attention to and treat as a king!&lt;br /&gt;
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Happy Birthday Riley and thank you for helping bring JOY to Sara's life. &amp;nbsp;We love you!!&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: white; color: orange;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;"Feeling gratitude and not expressing it is like wrapping a present and not giving it." ~&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;William Arthur Ward&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;As I sit and try to find the words to say &lt;em&gt;Thank you, &lt;/em&gt;I find myself under a lot of pressure since Sara was definitely the writer in the family!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I began looking through one of Sara's journals&amp;nbsp;where she kept many of the quotes that meant a lot to her. I found the one above about gratitude. Gratitude is being truly thankful from the heart.&amp;nbsp; That is how we, Sara's family feels...thankful from the heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Sara wrote a blog in August for (in)courage titled &lt;strong&gt;"Overwhelmed." &lt;/strong&gt;In her writing she talked about how she got overwhelmed and how she wondered if that is also how Jesus felt in those days prior to dying on the cross.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Eucharisteo is how Jesus, at the Last Supper, showed us to transfigure all things - taking the pain that is given, giving thanks for it, and transforming it into a joy that fulfills all emptiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; ~Ann Voskamp&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;As I read through many of Sara's writings, she gave thanks for her pain, transforming into a joy that filled her emptiness.&amp;nbsp; Sara got it and she lived it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;So today, Sara's family is also giving thanks. Even in the midst of the pain we feel for the loss of our sweet Sara, we are thankful. Thankful to her for being a true disciple. Thankful to each of you for helping her carry out her purpose. And, thankful to Jesus for dying on the cross so that we may experience eternal life, together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;Sara wants us to be thankful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;Because this is where, together, I know we will find our joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="color: orange;"&gt; ~Sara Frankl, Gitzen Girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;Laura, Sara's sister :)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #6fa8dc;"&gt;﻿&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/RIydzmhNKHE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2012-05-01T11:57:12.561-05:00</atom:updated><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-LFgLf8sLDSk/Si_6mNB8OvI/AAAAAAAADD0/XMWg4tQVBrU/s72-c/choose+joy.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/10/gratitude.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Words</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/x06wYOSAybo/words.html</link><category>Friends</category><category>Lessons</category><category>Reflections</category><category>Death</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Fri, 30 Sep 2011 10:55:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-6813086022466805654</guid><description>Before Sara died, she asked me to speak at her wake. She didn't desire that I share with others memories &lt;i&gt;of &lt;/i&gt;her. Rather, she asked that I speak about who she was in this world. She told me that she wanted people who came&lt;i&gt; to see her &lt;/i&gt;as I spoke. &amp;nbsp;She also told me I wasn't allowed to cry. It would, she stated, "Make things less effective." &lt;i&gt;Love her. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;A friend who was present asked that I &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.soaringandstillness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/span&gt; put it up for all of you, who were unable to join us at the service, to read.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;. &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;. &amp;nbsp;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Gail Caldwell wrote: &lt;i&gt;"It's an old, old story. I had a friend and we shared everything, and then she died and so we shared that too."&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Words are powerful. Uniting. They shape our view of the world, ourselves, each other. Words, in the best cases, make us immortal. Words are how I found her. Faith is what brought us together.&lt;/div&gt;
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A friend send me an email, asking me to pray for a mother who knew she was going to lose her baby girl and carried her to term anyway. I immediately prayed, and then got online to read something called a &lt;i&gt;blog&lt;/i&gt;. First time I'd read one. &lt;i&gt;In. My. Life.&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;I took in the&amp;nbsp;entries&amp;nbsp;from first to last, with tears streaming. My heart ached. I prayed. I returned again and again to follow &lt;a href="http://angiesmithonline.com/"&gt;this mom's&lt;/a&gt; story. In the process?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;I found Sara.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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Our friendship was wildly unexpected. I linked to gitzengirl.com and as I read I heard her voice. &lt;i&gt;Honest&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Full of Faith&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Strong&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;True&lt;/i&gt;. Her words? They were &lt;i&gt;her&lt;/i&gt;, and like a book waiting to be opened, I dove in. Heart first. Because that's how &lt;i&gt;all&lt;/i&gt; of the great things in life are to be done. I sent an email explaining the similarities in our stories and assuring her that I'd never written to someone like this before, I wasn't creepy, and um, if she had some time, could we possibly correspond? She immediately replied with an, "&lt;i&gt;Of course! I'd love to get to know you..."&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;And, as it's said, the rest, for us, for was history. Day in, day out, doing "life" together. Only now, knowing what I do about her, does this response make me laugh. I'm quite sure that is how Sar answered &lt;i&gt;every single person&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;who contacted her. .&lt;/div&gt;
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Sara did everything full throttle, both feet in, filled with intention and limitless&amp;nbsp;enthusiasm, shown by the sparkle in her eyes for what most interested those she loved. She told me that &lt;i&gt;the most important gift you could ever give someone was your &lt;b&gt;full&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;and &lt;b&gt;undivided&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;attention&lt;/i&gt;. Sara&lt;i&gt; got&lt;/i&gt; it. She knew that to live well meant to treasure moments and seem them as gifts. She &lt;i&gt;chose&lt;/i&gt; joy. Not happiness, which is as flimsy as a shirt blowing on a line in the breeze, but true &lt;i&gt;heart joy&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;which sustains through obstacles, disease, death. She make the hard choices.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She &lt;i&gt;chose&lt;/i&gt; community . Using her words to a build a life when her body failed her. She shared her faith boldly. She was &lt;i&gt;real&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Alive&lt;/i&gt;. &lt;i&gt;Present&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;in every moment. She made those around her and those who shared her world via her words desire to enjoy their days as &lt;i&gt;she &lt;/i&gt;would have...&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;No going back&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;...&lt;/i&gt;taking the time to feel the sun kiss their cheeks and cause freckles, which she so missed seeing on her own. Sara lived.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;
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She was a daughter, a sister, a friend. She loved to sing. She loved to dance. She made the world's best&amp;nbsp;volcano&amp;nbsp;cake. She adored cheese...and&amp;nbsp;Oreos, frozen and dipped in peanut butter. Some have called her inspirational. She was, but not intentionally. Honestly though? To me? She's simply Sara, my best friend. The one with the&amp;nbsp;snort-filled&amp;nbsp;laugh who made up songs for everything. She had eyes that twinkled and hugs that filled you up way past overflowing. &lt;i&gt;She was my heart&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;
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And here she is, proclaiming that it's not about her, in full &lt;i&gt;Sara-get-the-last-word&lt;/i&gt;&amp;nbsp;fashion. But this time? I have to disagree. Because it &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; about her, what &lt;i&gt;He's&lt;/i&gt; done through her.It's about her taking the time to teach us through her words and her beautiful life how to be genuine and honest. How to love the Lord and follow Him. How to make our lives more outward focused than in. Loving well. Living well. Choosing joy. That was our gitz. And because here, in this place, she deserves the final word, I'll leave you with hers...&lt;/div&gt;
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Well said, good and faithful servant. Well said.&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/x06wYOSAybo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-30T12:55:24.831-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/words.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Live Ustream of Cedar Falls Memorial Service NOW</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/l1yD-H-i2iQ/live-ustream-of-cedar-falls-memorial.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Thu, 29 Sep 2011 17:12:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8268756378288018597</guid><description>I literally just walked in from the airport after travelling home from Iowa and Sara's funeral yesterday, so I apologize for the late notice on this; I didn't know a live stream was going to occur until I was on my way home from the airport.&lt;br /&gt;
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There is a live Ustream video of Sara's Cedar Falls Memorial Service going on &lt;a href="http://www.gritandglory.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; if you'd like to join and watch.&lt;br /&gt;
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If that does not work, please click &lt;a href="http://www.ustream.tv/channel/mandyhornbuckle"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shannon&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/l1yD-H-i2iQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-29T19:20:22.687-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/live-ustream-of-cedar-falls-memorial.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Live UStream of Sara's Funeral</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/TKbMsXFXY_o/live-ustream-of-saras-funeral.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Wed, 28 Sep 2011 08:42:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-7567872968594068886</guid><description>Last night was Sara's wake.&lt;br /&gt;
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Hundreds attended.&lt;br /&gt;
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It was amazing. Friends and family laughed and cried, shared stories and viewed a video slideshow of her life. &amp;nbsp;A deacon from her St. Stephen church family talked about joy, and then those in attendance were asked to share memories of Sara.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara was beautiful. Frail, but beautiful. She laid in her casket, wearing her "It's Not About Me" shirt, her jeans, and holding 2 rosaries. Even in death, our friend proclaims her life was about something bigger....she desires people to see it's about what God does through her rather than what she could do on her own.&lt;br /&gt;
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The scope of her life continues to grow. &amp;nbsp;I was contacted before her death by a reporter named Emily who &amp;nbsp;wanted to discuss the positives of social media and friendship with me. &amp;nbsp;Reluctantly I did so, mostly because I was uncomfortable being out front in a story that is all about Him, how He brings people together, how He worked through her. &lt;a href="http://wcfcourier.com/news/local/sara-s-web-dying-cedar-falls-woman-inspired-thousands-with/article_dcec6fba-3fd2-5366-b40c-67d88cda3864.html"&gt;This &lt;/a&gt;was published yesterday, and Sara's story continues to grow.&lt;br /&gt;
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The Frankl family will be streaming the funeral live this afternoon at 1:30 CT if you'd like to attend along with us, please click &lt;a href="http://www.siouxlandcommunitychristian.com/node/66"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. The link&amp;nbsp;is located at&amp;nbsp;the bottom of the page, beneath Live Video from SCCS Sports. Sara told me she wanted her death to be a celebration. She was home with her Savior. &lt;br /&gt;
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I can think of no better reason to have a party, can you?&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/TKbMsXFXY_o" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-28T11:08:42.130-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/live-ustream-of-saras-funeral.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Arrangements</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/YH1oL_1V-J4/arrangements.html</link><category>Death</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sun, 25 Sep 2011 19:52:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-8571190738161021136</guid><description>Hello Friends,&lt;br /&gt;
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Stopping in to let all of you know the arrangements for sweet Sara.&lt;br /&gt;
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The wake (visitation) will take place on Tuesday evening, September 27th, from 5-8 p.m. at St. Cecilia Catholic Church in Algona, IA.&lt;br /&gt;
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The funeral will also be at St. Cecilia's at 1:30 p.m. on Wednesday afternoon, September 28th, in Algona, IA.&lt;br /&gt;
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There will be a memorial service on Thursday, September 29th, at St. Stephens Catholic Church in Cedar Falls, IA at 6:30 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;
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The family is exploring the feasibility of doing a webcast of the visitation/service. I'll post further details as they become available.&lt;br /&gt;
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Everyone is welcome to attend.&lt;br /&gt;
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Algona is a small community, but as of this posting, rooms are available at &lt;a href="http://www.sistersinn.net/"&gt;Sisters Inn&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.burroakmotel.com/"&gt;Burr Oak Motel&lt;/a&gt;. West Bend, IA also has a few hotels and is in close proximity to Algona.&lt;br /&gt;
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For further information, please visit the funeral home site that is handling arrangements &lt;a href="http://oakcrestfuneralservices.com/obituary/63805/Sara-Frankl/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;
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Shannon&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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I've received many comments/emails regarding correspondence and memorial&amp;nbsp;contributions. I've updated below with that information, as well as links to the organizations that were close to Sara's heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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Cards may be sent to the family, care of Jane Frankl (Sara's Mom) at the following address:&lt;br /&gt;
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Jane Frankl&lt;br /&gt;
405 Timber Estates&lt;br /&gt;
Algona, Iowa 50511&lt;br /&gt;
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Memorial Contributions/In Lieu of Flowers:&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara was quite passionate about &lt;a href="http://www.worldvision.org/content.nsf/pages/sponsor-a-child-regions?open&amp;amp;?open&amp;amp;campaign=1193512&amp;amp;cmp=KNC-1193512"&gt;World Vision&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.relayforlife.org/"&gt;Relay for Life&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.ststephenuni.org/"&gt;St. Stephens Catholic Church&lt;/a&gt; in Cedar Falls, IA. &amp;nbsp;In lieu of flowers, she suggested that you purchase books and donate them to an organization close to your heart.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/YH1oL_1V-J4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-26T09:36:57.017-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/arrangements.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Mourning into Dancing</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/3WnBYU5L_7U/mourning-into-dancing.html</link><category>Illness</category><category>Grief</category><category>Death</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Sat, 24 Sep 2011 21:58:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-1611275960815202686</guid><description>Hi Friends,&lt;br /&gt;
Shannon here to let everyone know that at 11:14 pm tonight, Sara died peacefully with her mother and brother at her side. &amp;nbsp;Arrangements are pending, and I'll be back with information on the family's wishes as how best to honor her; please continue to hold them close in prayer.&lt;br /&gt;
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I know that in Psalm 30:11 it says, "You have turned my mourning into dancing..."&lt;br /&gt;
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I'm quite sure that there's a whole lot of that going on right now in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/3WnBYU5L_7U" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-24T23:58:11.842-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/mourning-into-dancing.html</feedburner:origLink></item><item><title>Friday Update</title><link>http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~3/DHpbXxeJVRI/friday-update.html</link><category>Illness</category><author>noreply@blogger.com (gitz)</author><pubDate>Fri, 23 Sep 2011 10:53:00 PDT</pubDate><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3416269008311217146.post-2428293313895418392</guid><description>Just a quick note to let everyone stopping by know that our Sara continues to hold on as of 1:45pm EST. Although her body is restful, she is showing more signs of it shutting down fully.&lt;br /&gt;
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Please accept my apology for not updating sooner, I was trying to be sensitive and post when pertinent information was available.&lt;br /&gt;
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Sara's family appreciates all of your prayer and support as they've gone through the last week and a half and welcomes the continuation of it as they travel this road.&lt;br /&gt;
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As soon as something changes, I'll be back to let you know.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://soaringandstillness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Shannon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/blogspot/gitzengirl/~4/DHpbXxeJVRI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</description><atom:updated xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom">2011-09-23T12:54:13.319-05:00</atom:updated><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://gitzengirl.blogspot.com/2011/09/friday-update.html</feedburner:origLink></item></channel></rss>
