tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7492686561227733102024-03-05T01:59:10.591-08:00Milligansmilliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-81456414359332606202013-02-14T08:29:00.002-08:002013-02-14T08:29:39.827-08:00History of HymnodyI finished listening to a class on the History of Hymnody by Kevin Twit. If anyone is interested, here is the link: <a href="http://www.covenantseminary.edu/resources/#!/courses-history-of-hymnody">http://www.covenantseminary.edu/resources/#!/courses-history-of-hymnody</a>. I thought it was very lively and interesting. If you do, let me know what you think. Oh, I think to listen to it, you need to register for free. But it is another username and password to add to your growing list of logins.<br />
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happy 2013 from the bunch of us milligans!<br />
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it's been a while since we've visited our blog</div>
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here's what we look like these days . . .<br />
(and we asked the children to describe a bit about themselves for fun) </div>
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hogan, soon to be 12, with lego creations<br />
he likes to read, play outside, make things (with legos and in the basement with misc. junk)<br />
and he recently started playing football with some guys after our church meeting </div>
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owen goofballing with some birthday goodies - he is 10<br />
he likes to climb, run, play with legos and has his own business, Owen's Herbal Industries</div>
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our animal lover leannora with charlie dog </div>
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(grandpa bill and grandma sara's dog) </div>
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leannora is 8<br />
she likes to play the piano, she loves horses, and really enjoys drawing<br />
we all love to eat her cookies </div>
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nikao is going to be 7 VERY soon </div>
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and can't wait to share his middle man position in the family once the baby comes<br />
he likes to have light saber fights with geldan and play chase, and play destroyer droids with able<br />
he is really good at playing star wars angry birds </div>
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able is 5</div>
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he is going to join nikao as the milligan middle men<br />
he likes playing races, star wars pencil wars, and star wars battlefields with his brothers<br />
and pretending to be the greatest american hero</div>
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shiloh jubilee - cute as can be - she is 3</div>
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and will turn 4 around the coming of our new baby<br />
"i like making bed, i just said playing in the snow, having a nap and having snack and making snowflakes, coloring in my coloring book, and uhm pretending toys (dress up) and playing outside and in the snow and going down the slides we have . . . and watching movies and having pink buttons on my birthday baby . . . "</div>
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our 2 year old geldan is a grand little boy<br />
here's how his siblings described him . . . <br />
h -he likes light saber fights<br />
o - he likes tickles and jumping on beds<br />
l - he likes animals - real and stuffed<br />
n - he likes playing the guitar<br />
s - he loves playing with the dress up toys basically <br />
a - he likes playing with his turtle </div>
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here's baby milligan due to arrive march 9</div>
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so the momma and baby are considerably larger now)</div>
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happy days to you all!<br />
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(thank you ennis family for reminding us to update ourselves!)</div>
milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-80816398666399992432012-12-17T16:55:00.002-08:002012-12-17T16:55:51.706-08:00New Covenant TheologyI just finished a book by Steve Lehrer called New Covenant Theology. I was impressed. I found it to be very Biblical and agreeable. I thought I subscribed to Covenant Theology, so I was surprised to read his perspective of Covenant Theology, especially concerning Israel being the believing people of God before Christ. <br />
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I am a bit uncomfortable with his treatment of the law for a new covenant believer. He suggests that our law, or the Law of Christ, is simply the sum of all the commands from Jesus or the Apostles recorded in the New Testament. I don't know how or what exactly to refute about this, but it just seems a bit narrow, or cold. I see the apostles reading and using the Mosaic Law for the church, and I want to know how to read Moses the way they do. When Paul quotes God's law concerning muzzling the ox while threshing, he seems to understand that there is more to the law than meets the eye. I'm pretty sure we can learn God's will for the Christian by reading Moses' writings, though we must learn to see beyond the veil. Steve Lehrer often says that we must read the Old Testament through the lens of the New - I agree. <br />
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All in all, I was very comfortable with his words. He directly answered many of my longstanding questions concerning the law, Israel, and the Christian - and with much grace and brotherliness. I found it addressed the crucial points of the debate with relative brevity, without getting bogged down with the rhetoric of many theological books. That means it was good for me, who has a hard time finishing books. <br />
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Mark.milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-80410752700183923372012-08-01T09:20:00.003-07:002012-08-01T09:20:42.611-07:00hello again! we recently undertook a little project at home. a couple of our children decided to help us get started by ripping some wallpaper off the wall instead of taking naps. we found tiny shreds of wallpaper in and under our bed. but the carpet that's older than both mark and i was also good incentive for digging in to some bedroom remodeling fun. we let the kids help out with the unloading of the room, destructo work, and painting. i just love getting to share this stuff with our children!<br />
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so here's geldan (soon to be 2) wearing his safety glasses and dust mask hat. we have a cute video of this, but i don't know how to add it here. maybe mark can help me out sometime.<br />
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owen, nikao and geldan sure enjoyed making a mess of our room. some of the kiddos were jammied already, but you know it was just too good of an opportunity to let them help out with the fun to pass it up because of pjs and bedtime. somehow we didn't capture any other pictures of our project, but everybody got to take turns painting. hogan even helped me with the trim! (actually, our room is back in order now - as of a couple of days - and i don't think we've even taken any after pictures yet.)<br />
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so maybe i'll be a little more on the ball and post some more shots of our finished project. and hopefully it won't be a year before we post again.<br />
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happy days to you all! <br />
kim, for the bunch of us milligans :)<br />
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<br />milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-25036755348220142842011-10-24T18:45:00.000-07:002011-10-24T19:00:31.887-07:00Get back to work!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsqcDGSZUVgR0EVVDP2424u0YznmpIfq3iDrywBjww9m3t0e5eCL0V9CDLNrHEYQp-TBjXP1JcxRzBWXxWfDJTCjvEiWKynbtwVTMbjHH_lpFHKP2-wvQpKbSVksKLzBGTZw3nY8Wm-Q/s1600/IMG_0878.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJsqcDGSZUVgR0EVVDP2424u0YznmpIfq3iDrywBjww9m3t0e5eCL0V9CDLNrHEYQp-TBjXP1JcxRzBWXxWfDJTCjvEiWKynbtwVTMbjHH_lpFHKP2-wvQpKbSVksKLzBGTZw3nY8Wm-Q/s400/IMG_0878.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5667241750717324418" border="0" /></a><br />We start 'em early.milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-7650165561508577762011-06-15T20:02:00.001-07:002011-06-15T20:02:43.142-07:00the problem is _______________<span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">we had this really incredible afternoon, uhmmmm</span>, <span style="font-family:arial;">i </span><span style="font-family:arial;">think it was a couple of weeks ago? mark and one of the boys had picked out some ice cream in </span><span style="font-family:arial;">the morning while they were out. so i thought it'd be a good idea to have an ice cream snack with daddy before he left for his evening job at jb music. able and shiloh had missed their nap. the day had been one of those that just catches up with you. we dished out some ice cream, but our nice time with daddy before work didn't turn out quite as i had in mind. the kids were hyper and crazy - not listening when i instructed them to quiet down - interrupting our attempts at conversation - and mark was distracted at the computer for half of the time - not really with us . . . so when mark gave the word that he needed to run, i just about melted in disappointment. feeling frazzled, i left everyone at the table with strict orders to not make a noise, watched mark drive off, and shut myself in the little entry room at the front door to be ALONE. full of tears, i remember crying out to God. i usually do in those moments. but it was not a prayer of faith, just desperation. a what is wrong with me and why am i so upset and some complaints of sorts and a pleading "HELP!" kind of prayer.</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">the amazing part of this story is God's answer. somehow?!?!, even though my thoughts were pretty jumbled, i was able to sort out 2 problems. the first was that i was full of expectations for our "family time snack" and hadn't communicated those ideas to mark. so getting mad at him wasn't gonna fix anything. i had to put that trouble aside for the moment. second, the kids were disobeying me, and instead of correctly correcting them, i got angry.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />so i came back to the table and the very quiet kids. i had resigned myself to a very long and miserable evening, but knew i at least need to confess for being angry. and in my waaaaaaaay too many words (another usual of what i do in those moments) i started off telling them something like this:</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">"i was really wrong to yell at you. it was wrong for me to be angry with you. will you please forgive me?" . . . they did . . . "you know, i get angry a lot. but i want you to know that i REALLY love you. i think sometimes you might think that i don't love you when i get angry at you. hmmm. the thing is that i'm not really angry at you, but at your disobedience. the problem is (and here's where the lights not only went on, but the lights were flashing!!! whoa, this is great!!!) hey, daddy and i have been reading a book </span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">that talks about this! the problem is: when i give you instructions you don't obey right away or you have bad attitudes with me. so what i really should be getting angry at is the problem that is between us, not at you. but . . . okay let me show you on the marker board!"</span><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1-Sv5CPQohuqUPhmzgiCKUk2UYlmXMjEBJE91b2JxwBa2_Y2C9rznMAK8i0IrhyakvlbQLeFQ0t7Yv_hWfH_1oDz3ZxpVpQJGoMLWZjlRY5kkWifMccCDf-uUn56UyQUny6vUjQImNY/s1600/IMG_0338.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjo1-Sv5CPQohuqUPhmzgiCKUk2UYlmXMjEBJE91b2JxwBa2_Y2C9rznMAK8i0IrhyakvlbQLeFQ0t7Yv_hWfH_1oDz3ZxpVpQJGoMLWZjlRY5kkWifMccCDf-uUn56UyQUny6vUjQImNY/s400/IMG_0338.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5618642067734821874" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">so i drew something like this picture. i explained that the brother and sister in the picture have a BIG problem between them. we came up with some pretty crazy examples and had a great time laughing over them. so here's one example:</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">the sister has a toy that the brother wants (or was already playing with or something like that)<br />now the brother usually sees his sister as the problem and gets angry at her.<br />if he punches her in the nose, what do you think she will do?</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />do you think she will give him the toy? NO WAY! she will whine and scream and make a big fuss and go tell mom among many other things.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />and then the brother might call her a baby and a tattletale and so forth.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />what happens to the problem? the problem just turns into a monster and gets bigger and bigger.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />so what should the brother and sister do? how can they make the problem go away? they need to think about what t</span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">he problem is and then talk about it.<br /></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">so what is the problem? the problem is that the brother and sister both want the same toy.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />then instead of attacking each other, they can attack the problem by talking about the problem.<br />brother: can i play with that toy?</span><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">sister: no, i'm playing with it.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br />brother: but i had it first. i had to go to the bathroom and put it down. i was coming right back to play with it again.</span> <span style="font-family:arial;">sister: well, i have an idea! how about we take turns?!?</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />some the beauties of this are that as the children learn to communicate respectfully toward one another, they are also finding ways to resolve their problems without ever having to even involve the mommy who doesn't like playing the figure out what's fair in this situation game!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />this was just the beginning of my waaaaaay too many words. we continued at the table for well over an hour! i know, my kids are amazing! to sit that long and participate! even the littles! AND we had the BEST time laughing and talking and learning together!!! (we talked about another big issue troubling our family too, but that will be saved for a future blog.) anyways, what i really wanted to share was that God used the troubling circumstance, and then our loooooong table talk to unexpectedly solve an issue that has troubled our family for a long time. this might not seem like a big deal, but it has been huge for this momma. for so long i have wanted a solution to the endless arguments and troubles. this day and conversation was something that i have longed for for sooo long. and this is just the beginning!</span></span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-family:arial;">another cool thing was that mark and i have been reading a book called "the heart of anger" by lou priolo together each tuesday morning. it had been weeks before that we had read the chapter illustrating this problem lesson. God timed our reading, my understanding, the troubles, and then let us learn something all together by putting what we read into practice! and it seems that God had me wait until i could see the need to reach my children's hearts, not just fix the problem.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-family:arial;">then to top it off, i got a text message from mark apologizing for overlooking the table trouble. he never sends me little i love you messages like that. it was sweet! i called him up to ask a question about something, thank him for the text, and tell him something awesome was happening in our home (but i'd fill him in later). then i received an e-mail from the front counter at jb music?! it was another sweet message from mark!! by the time mark got home i was so hyper. just thrilled and excited at what God was teaching me and our children - together!!</span> <span style="font-family:arial;"><br /><br />of course, the newness has worn off. the following day was totally rough! and we've definitely had our normal share of problems that are unresolved and continue to trouble us. there is really no "fix it" solution that changes our hearts from selfishness and sin. but there is one "fix it' that gives me hope to press on. and that is that we have a God who is bigger than our troubles. He loves us and is always working to win our hearts and show us that He is the answer to our problems!</span> </span>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-81096664017110966792011-06-15T12:11:00.000-07:002011-06-15T13:26:32.911-07:00God's provision.<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dy0EE71KT1djIJO64k5AAJRVTOdpCP4xQY98_y3EJRDXUcRcANuJsBrecMYuWJKFk_KZ9Myv5Ve9fbcNFgysA' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Here's a little view of my shop.milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-61614681917740376742011-06-13T19:43:00.000-07:002011-06-13T21:01:35.976-07:00Ups and Downs<iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwsKflGvX7nPg7gmsNM3M4l3o3gXtT61idC-wWXM4_qg4tIfbgyVHCXicS0iD6qwOl08fb1ewOKcInVnThhRQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />Here's a video of Geldan's ups and downs.<br />He was having an emotionally indecisive evening.<br />Naturally, it was funnier just before I started recording.milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-7884474496185163152011-06-03T20:32:00.000-07:002011-06-04T04:45:59.155-07:00sprinkler fun.I talked to my dad on the phone after dinner tonight. He told Owen to tell me to get out the sprinkler to play in. So, like an obedient son, I went straightway to the garage to get the sprinkler. We had much fun.<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dzgjaOi63eRwPt4qGwhvMlkPl7OCudAMqqOMstgs8AnEJYVh9n7ffe3nLMOHK1ydYz-cQsbA1g9PVXpieRUcw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-10659083507647575212011-05-24T22:31:00.000-07:002011-05-24T22:43:47.388-07:00:)so i've been trying to begin this epic blog thing that i've had on my heart to share for some time now but my brain is running in circles of sanctification and hope and i keep getting off the subject i started out wanting to talk about and now it's late and not much makes sense because i must be tired . . . yet i can't stop because i'm so hyper about what God is teaching me so i want to share it with others and maybe tomorrow i can get back to the point that i'm reading this really good book called a heart of anger so stay tuned and sooner or later i'll get my thoughts together enough to hopefully build others up instead of driving them crazy with run on sentences that do not have an end just like the blog that never ends, yes it goes on and on my friends, some buddy started typing it not knowing what it was that she wanted to say and she'll continue typing it forever just because this is the blog that doesn't end, yes it goes on and on . . .milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-52377912627332956752011-05-23T10:04:00.000-07:002011-05-23T10:05:58.239-07:00chicken poxwe have the chicken pox.<br />our children were exposed to the chicken pox 2 weeks ago (tuesday, may 10).<br />we have been expecting them to be contagious just about now.<br />- on the lookout for fevers and spots beginning this weekend.<br />hogan had them when he was about 8 months old.<br />owen, leannora, nikao, able, and shiloh had them 2 years ago.<br />shiloh had a light case, so we thought she might get them again.<br />and geldan has not yet had them.<br />we know this is a touchy subject to some folks, but . . .<br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">WE</span> prefer to let the children build up a lifetime immunity by naturally exposing them to this fairly harmless, though very inconvenient childhood disease.<br />therefore, we knowingly visited a family who unknowingly caught the chicken pox.<br />oddly enough, we had been planning to visit this family for weeks.<br />very last minute we were informed of the chicken pox and had to make a decision.<br />we decided to take the chance, enjoy fellowship, and possibly share some spots.<br />anyways (sorry, i'm such an over-explainer!) . . .<br />nikao surprized us last night by revealing a back full of spots while getting ready for bed last night (sunday, may 22).<br />this caught us totally off guard because we know he has already had the chicken pox.<br />also, we kept the little ones - our suspected spot sharers - home from meeting with the church on sunday to consider those who would not want to be exposed.<br />so we have unknowingly let nikao, who is highly contagious (until his pox marks dry up and scab over), expose the chicken pox to others.<br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;">we are very sorry</span> if this news causes any concern for others!<br />we also (as previously planned) spent the weekend at the non-toxic teen center painting the girls bathroom electric pink. (we'll have some pictures up on that later.)<br />so our chicken pox germs might be floating around there.<br />sorry, that was probably dumb timing on our part!<br />we may be contagious and/or carriers of the chicken pox for a few more weeks.<br />so until we know we are free and clear, we'll try to lay low and stay home for a while.<br />anyone is welcome to visit who's not afraid of the chicken pox.<br />and i should add . . .<br />we are not opposed to sharing, but do not want to share with just anybody.<br />chicken pox parties are out of our comfort zone.<br />and sharing with strangers is just a bit strange.<br />kim<img src="http://mail.yimg.com/us.yimg.com/i/mesg/tsmileys2/01.gif" />for the bunch of us milligansmilliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-42602864540046850372011-04-27T18:49:00.000-07:002011-04-27T19:49:50.701-07:00House bummer & my sin.So, our house buyer just said they want to back out of the offer to purchase. That's a bummer. But, God knows best. It's good to rest in Him who has endless and perfect wisdom, love, compassion, mercy, knowledge, faithfulness, etc. etc.... <br /><br />Also, I heard a lecture by Jerram Barrs today. It is the first in his class on Apologetics and Outreach. It was beautiful. He challenges his class to imitate Christ - specifically in the way He was not very welcomed by the "righteous", but very much by the "sinners". Jesus was called "a friend of sinners." That was His reputation. And, I have a difficult time being friendly with people I don't agree with much. Did Jesus agree with very many people? Did He let that get in the way of asking good questions, showing them much care, and pouring love and patience and grace over many hurting and wretched people ... .. like us? If Jesus had the tolerance, patience, love, mercy, and compassion I have, there would be no Christians - no sacrifice - no life. God, grant me the love for people that will drive me to seek them out. Let me find your glitters of "common" Grace in those most wretched among us, and may I speak highly and think highly of them based upon Your work within them. Whether I find them to be good husbands, or skilled teachers, or artisans in trade, or well-spoken, or men of justice, or whatever, let me credit both them and ultimately You. Teach me humility as I begin to love people enough to search them gently, and challenge them to reach for Life - knowing that I am but a poor blind beggar who has been touched by a healing Spirit. Thanks for your uncommon and fruitful grace upon those whom You've called out, Lord Jesus.<br /><br />-Markmilliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-35906089603140886352011-04-25T16:40:00.001-07:002011-04-25T17:22:06.400-07:00new newsnope, we're not expecting baby milligan #8, yet.<br />just planning milligan move #11 :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU7wAVw6Q1NjStdFL6sEgPUMm4cpsvwNVp3-d62CuMZGO1-yNkc5Xq0hImgl8N5ffQhQiaMLx0XPzA6EOUkeBeesnxwIap1Up-dLlKO4_Sws9rzhGXg24sEuc0LpDT7QCuciRA-uwaT6s/s1600/IMG_0097.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhU7wAVw6Q1NjStdFL6sEgPUMm4cpsvwNVp3-d62CuMZGO1-yNkc5Xq0hImgl8N5ffQhQiaMLx0XPzA6EOUkeBeesnxwIap1Up-dLlKO4_Sws9rzhGXg24sEuc0LpDT7QCuciRA-uwaT6s/s400/IMG_0097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599678529530799042" border="0" /></a><br />so a lots been happening around here lately.<br />we've been thinking about putting our house on the market this spring.<br />at the beginning of the month mark decided we'll go ahead and give it a try.<br />he gave us 2 weeks to get the house ready to be listed.<br />we signed papers with our realtor april 14th.<br />last week we had 4 showings. . .<br />today we signed papers to accept an offer!<br />11 days on the market.<br />less than a month since we decided to get the house ready to sell.<br />if all goes smoothly, we will close on june 30th.<br />then the new owners have given us the option of renting the house from them until they can move in at the end of august.<br />and since we don't know what we're doing next, it seems that God is just taking good care of us.<br />the children have been doing a great job helping and are excited about future adventures awaiting our family.<br />we're just waiting on the Lord to lead, hopefully in faith and not foolish wanderlust.<br />since we don't have the green light to move to dixon yet, we are planning to stay close to edgerton.<br />edgerton has become our home.<br />mark's business has been established here.<br />and God has given us a wonderful church family!<br />but we are open to God changing our plans and moving us just about anywhere in His timing.<br />so ya'll can be praying as you please!<br /><br />the children think a log cabin would be great.<br />but this is probably a bit too cozy, dontcha think? :)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATMRLm3kBqT1o_oX9TMpKMDc13OQ9UBvC_S3OpSo9IbuAv0ZXtsjPFZ0e84JKpI9V_sSFQ2YGCtrTju7e7i7-YRFbwleiJFqLuN3Y53hYQRVsUb4n37wsQVcUvLF5qL7mMnkR-sg8jGA/s1600/IMG_0098.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjATMRLm3kBqT1o_oX9TMpKMDc13OQ9UBvC_S3OpSo9IbuAv0ZXtsjPFZ0e84JKpI9V_sSFQ2YGCtrTju7e7i7-YRFbwleiJFqLuN3Y53hYQRVsUb4n37wsQVcUvLF5qL7mMnkR-sg8jGA/s400/IMG_0098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599678533045263442" border="0" /></a>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-76737104932353485582011-04-24T15:45:00.000-07:002011-04-24T20:48:58.505-07:00Easter Bubbles<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByWYQuA3Xyz2HHERz68RecIajXpU-OyE7eujN9dkVhvbv4vOZePjpO8pRwESF-Vk76OsEH00ECv_jBXaReogqZYziH8P2GkHcn7XvEqi5UkLCDYmaOZo0qPmZq5hbeNWw9hBu8IAmquk/s1600/IMG_0187.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiByWYQuA3Xyz2HHERz68RecIajXpU-OyE7eujN9dkVhvbv4vOZePjpO8pRwESF-Vk76OsEH00ECv_jBXaReogqZYziH8P2GkHcn7XvEqi5UkLCDYmaOZo0qPmZq5hbeNWw9hBu8IAmquk/s400/IMG_0187.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599359234484320402" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYApW3RMPHvfIcub5IK7_Ij3XTw_KELgldwZ52ExSjBHEAQ4w6uV4iUSSkqc4koDvDquO-XcrduWzaUiYmnruV6w1718KYOt25klVzVteyE5uSORa7MOdgfCROw3bH-0NiAKCOd2s-d0s/s1600/IMG_0183.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhYApW3RMPHvfIcub5IK7_Ij3XTw_KELgldwZ52ExSjBHEAQ4w6uV4iUSSkqc4koDvDquO-XcrduWzaUiYmnruV6w1718KYOt25klVzVteyE5uSORa7MOdgfCROw3bH-0NiAKCOd2s-d0s/s400/IMG_0183.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599359227326300706" border="0" /></a><br />Here we are playing with bubbles on Easter day. It was a nice lazy day, which is good because we haven't had one of those in awhile.milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-86006641415895044662011-04-18T10:17:00.001-07:002011-04-18T10:35:07.543-07:00Mark's Birthday BlogHere are my birthday presents. Owen made them for me. They are tools for working on instruments.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLwAT78u6hV7ESu3ufgCVfhm5wrJoT01Z12rMAzLOQaA8h4_mt5zRYzlFiCrR1paFdZiJY8RGqxVcQSehmjPv_vf6BMmCB79HM_6PGNcTE4-xpy-14vhQzBmEOIEkFFG4ZL6Q7f5zZyw/s1600/IMG_0148.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKLwAT78u6hV7ESu3ufgCVfhm5wrJoT01Z12rMAzLOQaA8h4_mt5zRYzlFiCrR1paFdZiJY8RGqxVcQSehmjPv_vf6BMmCB79HM_6PGNcTE4-xpy-14vhQzBmEOIEkFFG4ZL6Q7f5zZyw/s400/IMG_0148.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596974515706646738" border="0" /></a><br /><br />Here are some fun pix with my "looking glass tool."<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOwYA2WmkyaWmwulVRwqqwgLhmf4ouzHngR8x6iCKTBU4TWRhbRrxYcme-WhMbeo19AdxzgMWjE0ETIXDsLIFEkMZR8JTN5WDGhToA6HwgFD17SNrfS9fZjvYbOHIjPUxXXsbC6QQZQM/s1600/IMG_0152.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhOwYA2WmkyaWmwulVRwqqwgLhmf4ouzHngR8x6iCKTBU4TWRhbRrxYcme-WhMbeo19AdxzgMWjE0ETIXDsLIFEkMZR8JTN5WDGhToA6HwgFD17SNrfS9fZjvYbOHIjPUxXXsbC6QQZQM/s400/IMG_0152.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596977937693924210" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26RN8J8L8svrUalcW8t4wKQtHeRgBUT2h0KyvEpOMi96PhUdqa_qq7ynHQNog7Cejq8isDkamd_3RXfbnytPBNZvV4jksiAUvReKI2-Xmze7MnyoGOe3nWeUqMUBuuXc_8CJ-80j2gXg/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi26RN8J8L8svrUalcW8t4wKQtHeRgBUT2h0KyvEpOMi96PhUdqa_qq7ynHQNog7Cejq8isDkamd_3RXfbnytPBNZvV4jksiAUvReKI2-Xmze7MnyoGOe3nWeUqMUBuuXc_8CJ-80j2gXg/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596977954092025122" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0i4rMspdsQaltL3CZ0S7JidTOw-Yuj-VYtJ_1zSONFMPfLETah4RHjD6Ce3zraTb0wbndUCbw08FlU2ZR-tdt6Q6gYujpjljKVTwJZZwYUi06aI4GOl5KECbEoPBq1_cJg9o0FtcdhgQ/s1600/IMG_0157.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0i4rMspdsQaltL3CZ0S7JidTOw-Yuj-VYtJ_1zSONFMPfLETah4RHjD6Ce3zraTb0wbndUCbw08FlU2ZR-tdt6Q6gYujpjljKVTwJZZwYUi06aI4GOl5KECbEoPBq1_cJg9o0FtcdhgQ/s400/IMG_0157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596977947544677650" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitZ8ljZ0Ke3r1WEi5ugsdVrrnFABPJONbK2QpSmDM3IcpcdjPD0luMJ4vv979vQXf8kYwFth6nfavSGXStt8Z8993U-zsr07uomO1jsYvVG5DKlriIBrpwt3qpS3elSllJHpWm42Xlz8/s1600/IMG_0156.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiitZ8ljZ0Ke3r1WEi5ugsdVrrnFABPJONbK2QpSmDM3IcpcdjPD0luMJ4vv979vQXf8kYwFth6nfavSGXStt8Z8993U-zsr07uomO1jsYvVG5DKlriIBrpwt3qpS3elSllJHpWm42Xlz8/s400/IMG_0156.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596977941027796066" border="0" /></a>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-41163536983128727982011-03-24T21:00:00.000-07:002011-03-24T21:46:50.847-07:00some milligan happenings in march<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmyYjJ9FEXFmaCy12o-mgCWl56rM87IflO_FQUvEeYMrPaPzoTeHQQ7OEspi5aUOrzRvu-Ycz7O0X3uRe8q-l-isYH0EQ-UylPq57SqPzwKdxHq2WIZEswUkUwyFCVzt8_BxHYc91Bgvs/s1600/IMG_0006.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmyYjJ9FEXFmaCy12o-mgCWl56rM87IflO_FQUvEeYMrPaPzoTeHQQ7OEspi5aUOrzRvu-Ycz7O0X3uRe8q-l-isYH0EQ-UylPq57SqPzwKdxHq2WIZEswUkUwyFCVzt8_BxHYc91Bgvs/s400/IMG_0006.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587871977426015490" border="0" /></a><br />we've had a few beautiful days early this spring.<br />the children begged to dig out their bikes from the garage.<br />leannora mastered riding her bike without training wheels one of those days!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiioLe5HnkJDoNIvUUNRa-3dY6AQXo4TR3P6xBLjcOxtll7aIBfV4H7BDzXGJVdW4L7K9iBpXfLe0CDsbXSDZnHFAI2yVBR2kktxS7T0DFyTO1vBPZNP6PYd3dnsGzb03Uafc8VNQZ0IA/s1600/IMG_0093.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgiioLe5HnkJDoNIvUUNRa-3dY6AQXo4TR3P6xBLjcOxtll7aIBfV4H7BDzXGJVdW4L7K9iBpXfLe0CDsbXSDZnHFAI2yVBR2kktxS7T0DFyTO1vBPZNP6PYd3dnsGzb03Uafc8VNQZ0IA/s400/IMG_0093.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587870369410522994" border="0" /></a><br />able in his favorite "happy birthday" shirt<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx24JQsj5q8z5ANIiTG66mbNJjwmGUtBynqPBj_HXOzR8oSDnkTwwkHLRZ5FNLnpgGh24CjpJhd4w3sxYr6mxL22c-yt0SBQKI8FxQAfiTO3Zk8q3zfDD_ulHraRZsTtttIz0OrxPLqr0/s1600/IMG_0164.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgx24JQsj5q8z5ANIiTG66mbNJjwmGUtBynqPBj_HXOzR8oSDnkTwwkHLRZ5FNLnpgGh24CjpJhd4w3sxYr6mxL22c-yt0SBQKI8FxQAfiTO3Zk8q3zfDD_ulHraRZsTtttIz0OrxPLqr0/s400/IMG_0164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587870355510596546" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;">shiloh wanted to help hold "dahldee" (geldan) too<br /></div><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzvZfe4fHZdNIWGE4eHPbdwRdH2rzPi3EtXSNgkqIzDMYNZt2kEmDyBT2W0I-M2-4GoH1pw8NqZ4YMfHkTpYxP3-cPEPBoQdhN9hJczUXVtGVRAB6G3Y3j2vEqCfVlyD0x6KkWTYLim0/s1600/IMG_0158.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCzvZfe4fHZdNIWGE4eHPbdwRdH2rzPi3EtXSNgkqIzDMYNZt2kEmDyBT2W0I-M2-4GoH1pw8NqZ4YMfHkTpYxP3-cPEPBoQdhN9hJczUXVtGVRAB6G3Y3j2vEqCfVlyD0x6KkWTYLim0/s400/IMG_0158.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587870347849894882" border="0" /></a>nikao had been requesting shiloh's rhinocerous hairdoo?!?!<br />we later realized he meant triceratops<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8GiDH0Rg40LtgyACXEIPjB9E5ULMJeaKMoHtz8VT1BK6YWQPQnaUQp2Qzv1wXJ1W8QCzEP4RvizSEw8N4oar2C00smOoT3kE8EoWC0oLvDhcKL8bRXSMGCNWIjH2tH42Mh-pQ1OeNzQ/s1600/IMG_0160.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEim8GiDH0Rg40LtgyACXEIPjB9E5ULMJeaKMoHtz8VT1BK6YWQPQnaUQp2Qzv1wXJ1W8QCzEP4RvizSEw8N4oar2C00smOoT3kE8EoWC0oLvDhcKL8bRXSMGCNWIjH2tH42Mh-pQ1OeNzQ/s400/IMG_0160.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587866469285784034" border="0" /></a><br />some of the boys doing some bedtime reading<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC24UhQtfOnMOhMb5TFn-FW7VSvJgS8fg8UKbfieWRpLU3Al2rCJgahoT6thRRSIMO28G4h_HbXBdEgUicmst9eF5lfj_J4S7i3yA9oZqb317yeISskwSpadBuzBB1u2XIvY6oJZho9wg/s1600/IMG_0012.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiC24UhQtfOnMOhMb5TFn-FW7VSvJgS8fg8UKbfieWRpLU3Al2rCJgahoT6thRRSIMO28G4h_HbXBdEgUicmst9eF5lfj_J4S7i3yA9oZqb317yeISskwSpadBuzBB1u2XIvY6oJZho9wg/s400/IMG_0012.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587866458104634962" border="0" /></a>hats off to ya geldan, you can fold in half & eat your toes!<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIeYfvpn4UKS9mlZK5J1B4svH5lDTCO1Gdeb8gzidx7qWKHKhCKS6NtrejWuizck2Nwg1IePoBi5AY2J8phqxP96DIFhnlnRuEHgZt90irRey7ROoplTymGTb_HyhyphenhyphenFijtiOKRkc6Sfs/s1600/IMG_0009.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgFIeYfvpn4UKS9mlZK5J1B4svH5lDTCO1Gdeb8gzidx7qWKHKhCKS6NtrejWuizck2Nwg1IePoBi5AY2J8phqxP96DIFhnlnRuEHgZt90irRey7ROoplTymGTb_HyhyphenhyphenFijtiOKRkc6Sfs/s400/IMG_0009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587866449235183746" border="0" /></a></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhZblxEhmLUJznnTl97gGLhBnlZevkfec2AI48kNHJdBVZ6EqNp9wTo33maO1o7MhsG9zzau47hCyVm1nlWMxyeDM8UsAOcP2r-QscpC1xwGlibRWBax8s8o4r8Snk91zwwe0z-ZS24U/s1600/IMG_0004.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwhZblxEhmLUJznnTl97gGLhBnlZevkfec2AI48kNHJdBVZ6EqNp9wTo33maO1o7MhsG9zzau47hCyVm1nlWMxyeDM8UsAOcP2r-QscpC1xwGlibRWBax8s8o4r8Snk91zwwe0z-ZS24U/s400/IMG_0004.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587866437532120898" border="0" /></a><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyme7qFwFGP7UaOpk3qv56a_-aMRqlNdPBcmi52E1knLblF7UuERZLTC7Q01gZFIz9ceJ58rkCfgkgBHn9y3BsweblszwIMveA0Di0CqgcF_TGpfF3JJXB_eFcEP79lmEETUIfrGwxH70/s1600/IMG_0002.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhyme7qFwFGP7UaOpk3qv56a_-aMRqlNdPBcmi52E1knLblF7UuERZLTC7Q01gZFIz9ceJ58rkCfgkgBHn9y3BsweblszwIMveA0Di0CqgcF_TGpfF3JJXB_eFcEP79lmEETUIfrGwxH70/s400/IMG_0002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587866431103975426" border="0" /></a>just a crack up picture of cutie shiloh<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizDrAQ-4f1wD9XyvpjsgHDeMnZWdw1k_5sPUk5SJMvs3lTRlnApkKdciIFU6RdIBy0cBsPq6e3Qt8RVeilq0pNxjO8MdkhcHVJfRLxdNV6t6XgAKnUVNx8PA-3W4ddehjNjQFwcPnqm0/s1600/IMG_0105.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhizDrAQ-4f1wD9XyvpjsgHDeMnZWdw1k_5sPUk5SJMvs3lTRlnApkKdciIFU6RdIBy0cBsPq6e3Qt8RVeilq0pNxjO8MdkhcHVJfRLxdNV6t6XgAKnUVNx8PA-3W4ddehjNjQFwcPnqm0/s400/IMG_0105.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587870364259731010" border="0" /></a>(oopsie, just realized these 2 are sideways)<br />mark and the boys playing in legoland<br /><br />YIKES, STRIPES!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUNEdotqMoZWLU-AiKDEYOYfYQaJPPylc3zDcoluSOuKhQoUkZNUhEZw7ZvKa1ITDsaxprwMZO5h8o2hYwc9SMFqNBIvd0P6DXE4DHDw72B2bFXRHXhBWuLFrCidiPwJXjhyK3lP2vco/s1600/IMG_0146.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjMUNEdotqMoZWLU-AiKDEYOYfYQaJPPylc3zDcoluSOuKhQoUkZNUhEZw7ZvKa1ITDsaxprwMZO5h8o2hYwc9SMFqNBIvd0P6DXE4DHDw72B2bFXRHXhBWuLFrCidiPwJXjhyK3lP2vco/s400/IMG_0146.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587870337426347074" border="0" /></a>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-88143627244412056092011-03-13T16:15:00.000-07:002011-03-13T17:49:09.467-07:00Fighting, loving, etc.We read a story for school recently that included a bully, a farm boy, and an old prairie school. It brought up some interesting challenges to talk about. When is it alright to fight? When do you fight back in defense? How do we "turn the other cheek?" How do we love our enemy and bless those who persecute us? I thought our church assembly this morning was of interest to this subject. <br /><br />Numbers 20:5 was read. It is where Israel once again grumbles against Moses and God. They ask Moses "<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Why did you bring us up out of Egypt to this terrible place?</span>". In this question they forget to take their own responsibility for their predicament. They were there because of their own sin and rebellious hearts.<br /><br />Also, we prayed for wisdom for how a family will relate toward their aging parents. Someone noted that parents must do things that their young children don't like "for their own good", and in the same way the roles can reverse with aging parents.<br /><br />I also noted how the Father led Jesus into the wilderness to test him with hard things. It was for the best - His best and our best!<br /><br />My thought on all this is simply this: God's true love (the kind He wants all of us to know and practice) is often mislabeled as hatred or malice. I think the Israelites in the above passage is a clear example. God would not have loved them as much if He resigned to just giving them the land in spite of their rebellion. Remember Hebrews 12, "<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Endure hardship as discipline; God is treating you as his children. For what children are not disciplined by their father? If you are not disciplined—and everyone undergoes discipline—then you are not legitimate, not true sons and daughters at all,</span>" and Jeremiah, "<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">Though I completely destroy all the nations among which I scatter you, I will not completely destroy you. I will discipline you but only in due measure; I will not let you go entirely unpunished.</span>" Sometimes the best thing for someone (a blessing) is the very thing they think a curse. At least, this has been true for me. Bless the name of the Lord, for He has shown me sonship!<br /><br />So, how do we bless those who persecute us? I think it may have less to do with violence vs. passivism and more to do with love vs. hate. Remember Paul's words in 1 Corinthians 5, "<span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 204);">hand this man over to Satan for the destruction of the flesh, so that his spirit may be saved on the day of the Lord.</span>"<br /><br />God, teach me to see your love in the midst of my trouble, and then empower me to imitate You as I attempt to love my family and neighbors. May your name always be exalted!<br /><br />-Markmilliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-25009588505384845302011-02-18T18:01:00.000-08:002011-02-18T18:41:27.464-08:00wintertime wondersit's been a wonderful winter so far this year. we've not been continually dumped with snow. nor have we had to endure extremely cold temperatures for too long. the house has been roasty toasty with our woodstove blazing. we've enjoyed being creative indoors, accomplishing a few projects and lotsa crafty creations. and the children are big enough to get themselves ready for outdoor play without much help from the momma. <br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;">we've built snowmen, snow forts, a snow cave,<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBx-hqHkCdtLCFdGyKa5LKxeMv2R3wNCH-oQrklB4qgPgqROjOl_o8MnSZg4uTRyOICVbEXWX0s88yaMYfMgLTiLhfTxl7aHrp4fXSQzO_whgRUDvEs7sx_V7YVfod0A-OuUCd5V4UqCk/s1600/IMG_0045.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhBx-hqHkCdtLCFdGyKa5LKxeMv2R3wNCH-oQrklB4qgPgqROjOl_o8MnSZg4uTRyOICVbEXWX0s88yaMYfMgLTiLhfTxl7aHrp4fXSQzO_whgRUDvEs7sx_V7YVfod0A-OuUCd5V4UqCk/s400/IMG_0045.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575221636695889554" border="0" /></a><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJSff7ZCVWDocqVQ9JNpYpj3vqGJqt6NPWGRjSCYSXviQNE-6Z5oAQl3BQ7EY3DGJAbpIIVGRgnZ5zfvbw82xBQ4Z5h_e_X5krx3URqtln7-FW-eRGmvvqCch5aNcBzpFkfbjhZZK22M/s1600/IMG_0046.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjnJSff7ZCVWDocqVQ9JNpYpj3vqGJqt6NPWGRjSCYSXviQNE-6Z5oAQl3BQ7EY3DGJAbpIIVGRgnZ5zfvbw82xBQ4Z5h_e_X5krx3URqtln7-FW-eRGmvvqCch5aNcBzpFkfbjhZZK22M/s400/IMG_0046.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575218144715225570" border="0" /></a>thrown snowballs, and gone sledding a few times. <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncTsCMZQOi15H5RILTTxTq2RXNYemhq29wfeCFU7dvbvab38Ga43nSqtA2ZOHcvGdbikfLtJmnQ5_w5uud00CjJl13YSB8mwTtMES5BSy3BTyrCCc9Piji5Ox1-GfsdI505FLMhPJR4M/s1600/IMG_0041.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhncTsCMZQOi15H5RILTTxTq2RXNYemhq29wfeCFU7dvbvab38Ga43nSqtA2ZOHcvGdbikfLtJmnQ5_w5uud00CjJl13YSB8mwTtMES5BSy3BTyrCCc9Piji5Ox1-GfsdI505FLMhPJR4M/s400/IMG_0041.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575221651501910226" border="0" /></a><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPBFba3SnJl00bOEYf0BeKGbuXzMKjNZFZUC-l8-F1vVPQwed8xMzQSIg_8JD1XGFrWWxbGG-NOg-jRdZIWOlBNDPGssK9u2rnWIAG3gsAA2byEfY1g8gqsftOB3aADj7W-kcvY0hie8/s1600/IMG_0039.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilPBFba3SnJl00bOEYf0BeKGbuXzMKjNZFZUC-l8-F1vVPQwed8xMzQSIg_8JD1XGFrWWxbGG-NOg-jRdZIWOlBNDPGssK9u2rnWIAG3gsAA2byEfY1g8gqsftOB3aADj7W-kcvY0hie8/s400/IMG_0039.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575221642935993426" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWpiQ8EoVX7GEC0Qw3yY_wrqyaKZEeKb0LZaJWXwoZNcMVszt4D5qywzTR9g-G5VHs1-aMl1GV-T4UeLHHonwr-LoPoJ55h1u8UMoJqhRGKEV0QLz-Aan2n0tnb4IByQ2qSvi7wZLwIA/s1600/IMG_0038.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiEWpiQ8EoVX7GEC0Qw3yY_wrqyaKZEeKb0LZaJWXwoZNcMVszt4D5qywzTR9g-G5VHs1-aMl1GV-T4UeLHHonwr-LoPoJ55h1u8UMoJqhRGKEV0QLz-Aan2n0tnb4IByQ2qSvi7wZLwIA/s400/IMG_0038.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575218136100085810" border="0" /></a><br /><br />the weather has been warming up quite a bit and the children are now itching for spring. the momma is content to keep spring waiting because she doesn't like mudland and has some more things to knock off her to do list inside before we give our attention to the outdoors again.<br />so we're making the most of our indoor days and loving our adventures with our bunch of kiddos.<br /><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJT0kV2UlHzKA6Oq9FR4r2vT3ImVwoqfJN6wPrw_vcIR3PboAxYbXClPZI-bBw4_rSQyv7-zuIh0VRFVvnfOXAjbQv0pTA2aoErIitkpEtZ7RECK4-jdfFG3dn0WXCZMmbaHoHYrUnnA/s1600/IMG_0053.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjGJT0kV2UlHzKA6Oq9FR4r2vT3ImVwoqfJN6wPrw_vcIR3PboAxYbXClPZI-bBw4_rSQyv7-zuIh0VRFVvnfOXAjbQv0pTA2aoErIitkpEtZ7RECK4-jdfFG3dn0WXCZMmbaHoHYrUnnA/s400/IMG_0053.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575218119339407410" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvG7-PEQAsDRbQKUG03XJu9_YWrMOfUhCnqS7F08CARTdWBb5b4Sgj9bHmKz7u9pm6333xpL08m4S0LLdsGwa2DWd3QLz0vcLqJ7XW1eJeSjwK-UMr2cdebNloNs3tJQ_2YAbaywZNTI/s1600/IMG_0054.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjuvG7-PEQAsDRbQKUG03XJu9_YWrMOfUhCnqS7F08CARTdWBb5b4Sgj9bHmKz7u9pm6333xpL08m4S0LLdsGwa2DWd3QLz0vcLqJ7XW1eJeSjwK-UMr2cdebNloNs3tJQ_2YAbaywZNTI/s400/IMG_0054.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575218129956467666" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5WRrrzZIeolwKZN16v8pZUmmIg4ETHqNfPhsrCwxq1zFVj1EOH6vzwadBw14dWTUfBTFlj6cVXuWbjJ6ZSaLqRuWQTp7nu1sTDlxy2circZWDmRhTvyebOYu7rE98nToWBaQNyi09Pc/s1600/IMG_0055.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhr5WRrrzZIeolwKZN16v8pZUmmIg4ETHqNfPhsrCwxq1zFVj1EOH6vzwadBw14dWTUfBTFlj6cVXuWbjJ6ZSaLqRuWQTp7nu1sTDlxy2circZWDmRhTvyebOYu7rE98nToWBaQNyi09Pc/s400/IMG_0055.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575218131380717810" border="0" /></a><br />shiloh will be 2 very soon.<br />once our shy, sober one,<br />she has found her jubilee and now is miss charming!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEz2YTWmFK7oEPOUzcNyFhZRRlbJabMEN7e_L612VT4DUbgCXbICEKDq5sfG_RHcFjGNga1od-LxGjtt2LQvk6erGLxMut5guwORLrxAb1S2wAgUx6Fw8O5_VGD8cqiBWIOfuX9UwEouQ/s1600/IMG_0035.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEz2YTWmFK7oEPOUzcNyFhZRRlbJabMEN7e_L612VT4DUbgCXbICEKDq5sfG_RHcFjGNga1od-LxGjtt2LQvk6erGLxMut5guwORLrxAb1S2wAgUx6Fw8O5_VGD8cqiBWIOfuX9UwEouQ/s400/IMG_0035.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575221664183769634" border="0" /></a>at 4 months, geldan has found his fingers.<br />he is incredibaby, a delight to us all!!!<br /><br /></div><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdWf4I7dX7D-IsQo4srs8QnC-ofZYZO-JJ3Py_AUwdz2XGTnu_0ny4opN0vt6b3cVYUCtjND-oYoTdaW2FJ-vDNfLkpRQFYyBusjXGG2ryr6MccKT6ErXCKmvnhKnBp9TyvV5fn4paNU/s1600/IMG_0022.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjSdWf4I7dX7D-IsQo4srs8QnC-ofZYZO-JJ3Py_AUwdz2XGTnu_0ny4opN0vt6b3cVYUCtjND-oYoTdaW2FJ-vDNfLkpRQFYyBusjXGG2ryr6MccKT6ErXCKmvnhKnBp9TyvV5fn4paNU/s400/IMG_0022.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575221668763580162" border="0" /></a>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-64368801225959212622011-01-09T11:57:00.000-08:002011-01-09T15:09:23.049-08:00Adam's Party<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI5FlzarfV1QGrhhvfurfkVpstmwV9ZmXB6tF1JEs_fARjEaPvEV3KgjiQNE0wX1Oyc6gtYLu0PlFAbtuaZ6q1GGxh4NvRTx6laFQRYXyliYMkhWcVqu8baBi5b6Vw19qiq5JJndg_WQ/s1600/IMG_2743.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjQI5FlzarfV1QGrhhvfurfkVpstmwV9ZmXB6tF1JEs_fARjEaPvEV3KgjiQNE0wX1Oyc6gtYLu0PlFAbtuaZ6q1GGxh4NvRTx6laFQRYXyliYMkhWcVqu8baBi5b6Vw19qiq5JJndg_WQ/s400/IMG_2743.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560303633966863010" border="0" /></a>Here's a snapshot of Adam's camera.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulUbaS7LbR9vrkOrxfN8tvA_AVIk9Cny_PIwrnwdqE-fD-Y3PH-mSCHNkTcTV1Eld6797ZrlqjAWfIJO-dlylfw4TRDIbhBbBaOX40fbBiP8q2pXZ-9zwCxPkjc38Oz7k6Aa48cWRyrs/s1600/IMG_2741.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgulUbaS7LbR9vrkOrxfN8tvA_AVIk9Cny_PIwrnwdqE-fD-Y3PH-mSCHNkTcTV1Eld6797ZrlqjAWfIJO-dlylfw4TRDIbhBbBaOX40fbBiP8q2pXZ-9zwCxPkjc38Oz7k6Aa48cWRyrs/s400/IMG_2741.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560303626018948642" border="0" /></a>This is a photo of the artwork at Chuck's Southern Comfort.<br /></div><br /><br /><br /><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyJSFBYk-pnLtMWMuMgQyht2djPHlIARxyc22j8swZejo475jSBzI__6esQfJjIZzZaxwmlr_IBDn0e1vQMMQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />This is a video of the lights at the Whirlyball place.<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dx7aKR9rP-S-FsGgq67KHyVmPBeuvtdyQAitRXPtiMMJv8tGw4V7g9RByGGvQwYmXoVp36XYTpLgN_egwd7iQ' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br />Here is a motion picture of Margie's Ice Cream.<br /><br /><br />Lots of fun. Thanks gentlemen. And I'm looking forward to the wedding celebration next week. Hooray for Adam and Leslie and what God will do with them.<br /></div>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-74370557663126322362011-01-08T21:39:00.000-08:002011-01-08T21:50:43.222-08:00Christmastime cuties<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCT7v2TLw_4VqOcBPqCzqti62iSK2F3uI-SI2Gydzdqe4IPMoDmNWVCJ4DaV7A7keAs9F-j2c-x4TvZuCkEeCUb075ryq3uei0PVj6wXaf6H46AZQFPPqOv2-UozW-tIm4nbyjPIPRX0c/s1600/IMG_2725.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhCT7v2TLw_4VqOcBPqCzqti62iSK2F3uI-SI2Gydzdqe4IPMoDmNWVCJ4DaV7A7keAs9F-j2c-x4TvZuCkEeCUb075ryq3uei0PVj6wXaf6H46AZQFPPqOv2-UozW-tIm4nbyjPIPRX0c/s400/IMG_2725.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560058204585278594" border="0" /></a><br />geldan erik & shiloh jubilee<br /><br /></div><div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlhHNLF9YMn7nOBWvyDK6UkDxREZRSSUSOB_8Ztaot-seZtRGK1RdfaagHOF9BFM4NH2z_HVOD0HgM0aCrcL8RwNMR2Bcr6abLHhMbJx5sLkqGm6kff3w3_3OSgsjF4cGLyTvFA4EF-Q/s1600/IMG_2713.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQlhHNLF9YMn7nOBWvyDK6UkDxREZRSSUSOB_8Ztaot-seZtRGK1RdfaagHOF9BFM4NH2z_HVOD0HgM0aCrcL8RwNMR2Bcr6abLHhMbJx5sLkqGm6kff3w3_3OSgsjF4cGLyTvFA4EF-Q/s400/IMG_2713.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560058199163367074" border="0" /></a><br />can these cute kiddos really be mine?!?!<br /></div>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-26452310455611934582010-12-08T11:58:00.000-08:002010-12-08T13:53:07.440-08:00Leannora's latest.Here's what Leannora has been up to lately:<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dyyEAzFm9BoH4QL-Ujry-5c8RreQ_fz5M7bV8zXuw03ex8Fs1DHt2Sj9brjuJ26ZmQ9UTn_YVguvtf5x9xi7g' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-32663251548955910082010-12-04T10:01:00.000-08:002010-12-04T11:58:04.213-08:00Wild children.Look Out! There's Wild Children in There!<br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dwTQUWEdQaeOyN9HAYuMIdmow-QrnhJa4werSW6LIEfvv1EjmULoXTy1MsVWnZ_f_NYagDGrZ2WGzNjD0rJUw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe><br /><br />This is what happens when the Milligan children are left alone for a few minutes. (I think it actually settled down in there because they saw me pass with the camera.)milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-88717899776880977262010-12-02T08:31:00.000-08:002010-12-02T09:51:27.019-08:00Chocks in da chotter<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDdJvwPlb9Or_FUmctXvo4-5k8YjPbCNYl7bAMO1SBYVMATHgj5ZLVezL5GnvRc1B1vFS8NgZqQgTLlM0IP_CKOuT7bpV_cgHxQedGgqnqU32veFivZGqxugEX2gAJGcwulGI9Xy2L_Q/s1600/IMG_2592.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLDdJvwPlb9Or_FUmctXvo4-5k8YjPbCNYl7bAMO1SBYVMATHgj5ZLVezL5GnvRc1B1vFS8NgZqQgTLlM0IP_CKOuT7bpV_cgHxQedGgqnqU32veFivZGqxugEX2gAJGcwulGI9Xy2L_Q/s400/IMG_2592.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546127112951384850" border="0" /></a><br />When we lived in an apartment in the northwest side of Milwaukee, we had a pretty spot right across the street. Hogan was just learning to speak, and Owen was a baby. We would take Hogan across the street, down the path, and throw "rocks in the water." Hogans best try at that request was, "chocks in da chotter." Its been a revisited phrase in our family ever since. Here are some pictures of us visiting that spot while we were in Milwaukee recently. It was the first time back since we moved away.<br /> <a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VVWouFw87vBghFLGW6q3xnmbPXnn_e_ZjfGnw9iRgb01bgc8ymoU6E3CSKf8N6zDlI0MhjY_OJ4YpdozMV7ItInj87hGyA9bbQl7EgEtIAFQI4EKmNFOrrlYwQc5JsR9dPOxut-zSWw/s1600/IMG_2589.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi4VVWouFw87vBghFLGW6q3xnmbPXnn_e_ZjfGnw9iRgb01bgc8ymoU6E3CSKf8N6zDlI0MhjY_OJ4YpdozMV7ItInj87hGyA9bbQl7EgEtIAFQI4EKmNFOrrlYwQc5JsR9dPOxut-zSWw/s400/IMG_2589.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5546127104939120274" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><iframe allowfullscreen='allowfullscreen' webkitallowfullscreen='webkitallowfullscreen' mozallowfullscreen='mozallowfullscreen' width='320' height='266' src='https://www.blogger.com/video.g?token=AD6v5dw3uTf8dpociDt_3hZ58A4WcFv4n5tiuZEWeC1gIsA86Irjw8NzL136bHonnMTOfTLKWuyOYWxjERCDTg0NXw' class='b-hbp-video b-uploaded' frameborder='0'></iframe>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-13085132224055351992010-11-28T20:00:00.000-08:002010-11-28T20:21:44.069-08:00fun with bread<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OTcSo7g6hFm1zEj92Z3HTyph7WgqxgGExjGtv70BG2QV3hiSKgV6ZZmAB_H1btL8vhw1WV-Ld6GHq2kpeTCqrozekY70Gnk5AP5N5EmYKK4Jgc_pvhNp4hmFfviU9aIUD060-BqR8Bs/s1600/IMG_2633.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj1OTcSo7g6hFm1zEj92Z3HTyph7WgqxgGExjGtv70BG2QV3hiSKgV6ZZmAB_H1btL8vhw1WV-Ld6GHq2kpeTCqrozekY70Gnk5AP5N5EmYKK4Jgc_pvhNp4hmFfviU9aIUD060-BqR8Bs/s400/IMG_2633.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544818818416428962" border="0" /></a><br />We're joining the Crazy club, I guess. We just tried grinding fresh wheat berries into flour, then making bread out of it. It was actually kinda' fun, and I was surprised how good the bread was without any white flour. I expected bread like the really hearty whole grain stuff I've had before, but it tasted better. Anywho, maybe we'll keep trying some more. I'm pretty sure it's a bunch healthier. Chances are, I'll burn out on making it really soon. I tend to be very faithless on carrying through on things.<br />-Mark<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZK1aHzyjnuj5f_VumaQiLLneMMsoUYcdbeDFAu8VMh8qNi3LWxbTQYUYTgWyc4YuA2fLv6Ucc1OsTsMYCWSbmmhwR0J7KhH5_ShPf2jj_vuFRV1CD45SdNAZ5-ojbsRLTL3BQaY_4H4/s1600/IMG_2632.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiUZK1aHzyjnuj5f_VumaQiLLneMMsoUYcdbeDFAu8VMh8qNi3LWxbTQYUYTgWyc4YuA2fLv6Ucc1OsTsMYCWSbmmhwR0J7KhH5_ShPf2jj_vuFRV1CD45SdNAZ5-ojbsRLTL3BQaY_4H4/s400/IMG_2632.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544818813342937378" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1wSew17gfvhZtbWf-UpQJ8VHBFFh3OCjSpnSzi_VS1oywflnuHjOjLugK79fxWT_tGs2Qn4WuXFVZvPA8ThBsOuFU9z540ExM6rCDBMLKhI7aLzjDGlZVXMTo9qpRMgHJi8h32fyA3g/s1600/IMG_2631.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhb1wSew17gfvhZtbWf-UpQJ8VHBFFh3OCjSpnSzi_VS1oywflnuHjOjLugK79fxWT_tGs2Qn4WuXFVZvPA8ThBsOuFU9z540ExM6rCDBMLKhI7aLzjDGlZVXMTo9qpRMgHJi8h32fyA3g/s400/IMG_2631.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544818809799617746" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhqzbzWblmLImVHl-Hc93F9b6MjwDp4aEhTNaV5Q8qsoSYqTxHLHS8WKbyZWEpBNoZuPaAJk9P26b_lQC-P2KupmYN82nqBYhSGvJUhYX1Bs2_t1wpwsUCW1zBhUWSH53fFq8ndtTTh0/s1600/IMG_2630.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEinhqzbzWblmLImVHl-Hc93F9b6MjwDp4aEhTNaV5Q8qsoSYqTxHLHS8WKbyZWEpBNoZuPaAJk9P26b_lQC-P2KupmYN82nqBYhSGvJUhYX1Bs2_t1wpwsUCW1zBhUWSH53fFq8ndtTTh0/s400/IMG_2630.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544818807162034994" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNrkcoQzom3QFr5emM_hi8C5Rvw7uNIFLiBhr4oWFBzz2yaQpuYQwy6UJe0ok1250x-74Kg-yN-rbNF8f8GTZOqDY23JObd6bmgqouwh894wxerY7DfKiTFx_zdWPMQFofk-FAPtTIn4/s1600/IMG_2629.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEieNrkcoQzom3QFr5emM_hi8C5Rvw7uNIFLiBhr4oWFBzz2yaQpuYQwy6UJe0ok1250x-74Kg-yN-rbNF8f8GTZOqDY23JObd6bmgqouwh894wxerY7DfKiTFx_zdWPMQFofk-FAPtTIn4/s400/IMG_2629.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5544818791850140530" border="0" /></a>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-749268656122773310.post-49113744893960092012010-11-03T18:19:00.000-07:002010-11-04T12:37:55.373-07:00Geldan's birth story (the momma's attempt at a quick version)so Geldan is now 3 weeks old.<br />i have been having the hardest time trying to write out his birth story.<br />i'm always wanting to chronicle every detail.<br />here goes . . .<br /><br />?am - mark set off for a tuning day in lake geneva/williams bay<br /><br />after breakfast and morning jobs done - turned family room into a fort for school and fun<br /><br />normal stuff goin' on<br /><br />3-4:15 - momma and 2 little milligans take a late afternoon nap<br /><br />snacktime<br /><br />4:50 - call grandma sara (she asked,but there was no baby news to report - nothing happening)<br /><br />5:16 - i called mark to check on his day and estimated return home (first time i noticed that i was having some contractions)<br /><br />suppertime - homemade frozen pizzas needing some doctoring up - owen helps with the toppings - the rest of the bunch is instructed to pick up the family fort room - the momma is annoyed at the kiddos not helping - the momma is annoyed by more persistent contractions keeping her sitting down every 10 mins or so and keeping her from getting supper done<br /><br />6? - mark returns home - gets a cold, distracted welcome - the momma is crabby and grumpy and frazzled - the kiddos are still cleaning up and unhappy about the fort fun being done - mark takes over the supper stuff<br /><br />6:16 - i begin keeping track of contractions - barking out orders for all between cntx 2-6-4-10-8 mins apart (strong, but irregular) - not yet willing to admit this is really labor (after 4 "false alarms" i really doubted my judgement) - not ready to call midwives or grandmas<br /><br />suppertime<br /><br />7? - finally give the midwives and grandma strub a call - in task mode and feeling guilty over grouchiness with everybody - busy cleaning up and attempting to get the house in order before baby arrives - really annoyed that after all this time of waiting, this baby is going to come and my house is not ready (my first due date of september 21 was off. we recalculated to a possible october 2nd?? or maybe 6th?????? so geldan was either 3 weeks overdue or right on time??)<br /><br />8ish - midwives and grandma strub get here all around the same time - i'm needing to concentrate and breathe through cntx stronger, but still irregular - mark has been getting kids ready for bed<br /><br />8:20 - decide i need to turn off the task mode and work on birthing a baby - head upstairs to our bedroom (where all the birth supplies have been set out since our sept 15 "preparatory labor" day 4 weeks before) - midwives check vitals on momma and baby - i lay down on our bed - cntx kick up a notch -really having to concentrate and breathe through cntx - staying calm and relaxed<br /><br />8:47 - water breaks - cntx at full speed with no rest between - start moaning as the cntx increase in intensity - thoughts on children who were not yet asleep - hoping they were not scared hearing momma screaming - midwives announce "there's the head" - my body does it's work<br /><br />8:55 - heard my baby cry for the first time and "kim, you have a beautiful baby boy!" - 8 mins after my water broke - less than 4 hours from the time i noticed i was having contractions - and i don't remember pushing at all - our biggest baby yet - no tears - surprized that all the things i was even slightly anxious over were never present - amazed at this unbelievable experience of birth<br /><br />(time had stopped when i decided to go upstairs and enter baby mode, so i checked out the labor flow chart for timing details)<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFZjg5uRTcZpPvKsWQ4nXFhhoyKMewwzYfvkWI3Knnpj45_ptY8tMEADcmHx4dmh74CTr_zrnQgAMgFVij0vXjPMLF9ipy19UCmI7mbrJpINV6yRrF0COMC6w_rIjaMO9zOwj_O6U0Fs/s1600/100_0546.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhPFZjg5uRTcZpPvKsWQ4nXFhhoyKMewwzYfvkWI3Knnpj45_ptY8tMEADcmHx4dmh74CTr_zrnQgAMgFVij0vXjPMLF9ipy19UCmI7mbrJpINV6yRrF0COMC6w_rIjaMO9zOwj_O6U0Fs/s400/100_0546.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535743216559807490" border="0" /></a><br />- that wonderful moment finally arrived when mark handed our son to me and i held this new child for the first time!<br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GETF0W_pGQfY4sJMWPl9m3F6A2UiBgzgrCi6p3H2-vo0RFlliLT-TxmRX2yPszoVoGDXQ7WJYOVtmIqD_p31MCCM0d3novxG4zemDjokoBnSCgTcyb4EYkNkZ50HrYNyKP0ps8rOJy8/s1600/100_0549.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj8GETF0W_pGQfY4sJMWPl9m3F6A2UiBgzgrCi6p3H2-vo0RFlliLT-TxmRX2yPszoVoGDXQ7WJYOVtmIqD_p31MCCM0d3novxG4zemDjokoBnSCgTcyb4EYkNkZ50HrYNyKP0ps8rOJy8/s400/100_0549.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535743220913729634" border="0" /></a><br />-we delivered the placenta - grandma strub got to cut the cord - we got cleaned up just enough so that the children could meet their new baby brother (it couldn't happen fast enough for me because i was still concerned over them hearing me in labor and my crabbiness of the evening) - hogan, owen, leannora, and able were still awake, so grandma strub got the curious children up - it was so sweet to see their excitement over their new baby brother<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4DmXye1hN4H30_pfKvmM93V8vw9F-scqwILmsjTK2-rBHPzSWWNjsjjOHXd9kBLUJ6wA_4vQsoJZw6L0RssAlzZkRbSIs7tCbg7YpHm92Phnw2YCOqZincoLVvmLsYxtF2njc_RiQRQ/s1600/100_0543.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj-4DmXye1hN4H30_pfKvmM93V8vw9F-scqwILmsjTK2-rBHPzSWWNjsjjOHXd9kBLUJ6wA_4vQsoJZw6L0RssAlzZkRbSIs7tCbg7YpHm92Phnw2YCOqZincoLVvmLsYxtF2njc_RiQRQ/s400/100_0543.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535743209345140706" border="0" /></a><br />- when the children went to bed we did the baby check - 8# 15 oz!! & 21 in long - gestation right on time<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYUE-KfQE9ERhmNGd0PWYq5msUIQh5djU61vcThlEGywyTKaL0CeSIO9Vr31KqHsoGqIniK-fIbHD8m-7ZeAeamD_4C57dWEj0gAULqMnHvVzmAxRXdgm2E_EPk7A1SF2A_wVhHhPiuE/s1600/IMG_2479.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgNYUE-KfQE9ERhmNGd0PWYq5msUIQh5djU61vcThlEGywyTKaL0CeSIO9Vr31KqHsoGqIniK-fIbHD8m-7ZeAeamD_4C57dWEj0gAULqMnHvVzmAxRXdgm2E_EPk7A1SF2A_wVhHhPiuE/s400/IMG_2479.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535743233950291154" border="0" /></a><br />9:42 - called grandma sara - shocked her with the news (things had happened so fast we hadn't called to update her)<br /><br />10:36 - called grandpa strub (who was working out of town)<br /><br />11:10 - midwives head home<br /><br />cozy with baby, birth stuff cleaned up, ready for our first night with our seventh child who still needed a name (i did make the request that mark give our son his name before going to sleep for the night)<br /><br />geldan erik milligan is named - meaning: to yield to the eternal ruler, surrendered to the sovereign one - the significance of his name is a whole story in itself - that will have to be saved for another day - but to say something simply . . . we are rejoicing over the opportunities God has been giving us to yield things to Him. it has been amazing to experience victories while resting in His work. what a blessing it is to learn to trust Him and wait on His timing. "be still before the Lord and wait patiently for Him . . ." psalm 37:7 - in all things we praise the Lord!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxOW1shRdl_Ct6zE4DAgAM-DxXgEo-GO2Wt_wkF2HVEGL8BgHDe7dwCfy9krhc6L2XnDE9j2Xhen1bJHVAwLONROnaphwoNxgaIE1tbWuKA4Pzw_8Too-0_J0AYQm7ADWPPqOM4STszs/s1600/100_0555.JPG"><img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBxOW1shRdl_Ct6zE4DAgAM-DxXgEo-GO2Wt_wkF2HVEGL8BgHDe7dwCfy9krhc6L2XnDE9j2Xhen1bJHVAwLONROnaphwoNxgaIE1tbWuKA4Pzw_8Too-0_J0AYQm7ADWPPqOM4STszs/s400/100_0555.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5535743227507525154" border="0" /></a>milliganshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16872248553812161090noreply@blogger.com1