<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142</id><updated>2011-09-02T14:44:25.059-07:00</updated><category term='promotion'/><category term='volunteer'/><category term='summer'/><category term='tornado'/><category term='vacation Bible school'/><category term='debris'/><category term='victim'/><category term='Christianity'/><category term='marketing'/><category term='The Frog in the House'/><category term='supplies'/><category term='writer&apos;s conference'/><category term='school shopping'/><category term='networking'/><category term='writers'/><category term='volunteers'/><category term='hope'/><category term='church leadership'/><title type='text'>Paula's Pocket</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>23</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-7960692939714315731</id><published>2011-05-20T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-20T19:08:49.921-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='victim'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='debris'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Hope in the Debris</title><content type='html'>A clock stopped at 8:45 p.m. A CD hidden under piles of brush showed no signs that a brutal tornado had sent it soaring like a flying saucer to worlds unknown. An artificial Christmas tree branch camouflaged itself under pine tree branches that had broken from the mountain pines.  The house that stood on a concrete slab seconds before had only debris as proof a house ever existed there. Family members were injured. Some didn’t make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The recent storms in the southeast were like nothing ever seen or felt. One thing was for certain—our lives were changed forever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is not about the tragedy or devastation of it all. One need only to click on any of the media outlets for visual proof. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the debris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is about the hope found in the debris. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Examples:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man was interviewed that had his house burned down in the fall. He had life-threatening heart surgery in the winter.  The “new” house he lived in before the storm was reduced to nothing more than a "dirt" spot with no grass growing as evidence that something had actually been there. The interviewer asked him how he felt. He replied that he had his coveralls covering his body, a hat on his head, shoes on his feet and food in his belly. He then smiled and with sincerity said that he was a blessed man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there’s the man who lost almost everything who said that he was able to get up in the morning and give his loved ones a hug. He then asked the reporter to ask him what more could he ask for? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many cling to the pictures and memories wishing that time would rewind.  Then there are those that walk amid the rubble and find hope.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Finding hope speeds the recovery and rebuilding process. We are eternal optimists and eternal-home dwellers. We have discovered that some of the things destroyed were just things and that the important things dwell within us. We have discovered that we are victims only as long as we allow ourselves to be and for as long as we look for only the destruction in the rubble. We have discovered that the most precious ones we love can be taken at a blink of an eye before we even have a chance to crawl in the bathtub and use our bodies as a shield to protect them. We have discovered that angels come in all sorts of shapes, sizes and abilities. But they all have big hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we realize that many years ago when the Son of God hung on a cross, that God could have sent a tornado to destroy the world, and the world would have been gone—just that quick.  But then there would not have been any hope in the debris for mankind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-7960692939714315731?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/7960692939714315731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope-in-debris.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/7960692939714315731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/7960692939714315731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2011/05/hope-in-debris.html' title='Hope in the Debris'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-1056424146336249655</id><published>2011-03-13T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T21:53:58.878-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='promotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marketing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='writer&apos;s conference'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='networking'/><title type='text'>5 Reasons You Should Attend a Writer's Conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;The lobby is like a jigsaw puzzle with 300 people trying to figure out where to go next. Books go from one hand to another and tables piled with printed material decorate the area. You stand there and it occurs to you, "Maybe this wasn't such a good idea after all."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many conferences take place each year for writers of different genres. A good writer's conference offers a nourishment to the writer--the kind that feeds the soul and brings new life to the fingers that perform the special magic on the keyboard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why should one spend the money on a conference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been going to conferences for several years and have come up with five reasons why every writer should consider going to a conference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You learn something. If you have written the next best seller and want to know as much as you can about the craft of writing, a conference is the place to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You network. Always take business cards with email information with you. Distribute them to everyone who will take one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You market your work. Memorize a one or two sentence pitch that tells about your book and be enthusiastic when others ask about it which they do at a writer's conference. Market yourselfr. That markets your work. Participate in the workshops by commenting or contributing to discussions. Be personable and friendly. Editors and agents want authors that peiople will like and that will connect to the readers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You meet with specific editors and agents that might have an interest in publishing your manuscript. If you do not have one ready now, set a goal to have a manuscript finished by the conference. Take advantage of the opportunity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get to hang around with those that are like-minded. There is a comradery. You find a place to belong with people who have something in common with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Conferences are where we can learn from the best, take our best with us, be our best and show and tell to others about our best.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't ever considered attending a writer's conference, research one in your particular genre and consider making the investment. Conferences help to feed the writer inside of you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will see you there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paula&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-1056424146336249655?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1056424146336249655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-reasons-you-should-attend-writers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/1056424146336249655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/1056424146336249655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2011/03/5-reasons-you-should-attend-writers.html' title='5 Reasons You Should Attend a Writer&apos;s Conference'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-403528931606534639</id><published>2010-07-28T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T14:59:52.682-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='supplies'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation Bible school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school shopping'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>Week 50 - Take Advantage of Sales</title><content type='html'>With school opening doors very soon, many retailers have school supplies on sale. This is a good opportunity to stock up on those items frequently used in vacation Bible school. Even if you do not know a theme or the date, the sales at this time of year are usually worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is a list of items to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pens - &lt;/strong&gt;Whether it is name tags or writing names on papers, one usually needs pens. Make sure there are plenty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Glue/glue sticks - &lt;/strong&gt;If crafts are a part of vacation Bible school, consider stocking up on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Markers - &lt;/strong&gt;A very popular item needed by volunteers. These are used for signs, name tags, and other labels. Buy mostly black, but blues and reds are good to use. I am big on color-coding many things, so I like to have the different colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Crayons/washable markers - &lt;/strong&gt;Even if these are not used in crafts, the younger children (ages 2 and 3) can use them for coloring. One option is to have coloring sheets available for all of the children when they arrive to keep them busy until time to start.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sticky stuff for walls - &lt;/strong&gt;Many signs and pictures are hung around the building during vacation Bible school. This is a good time to get whatever makes the signs stick to your walls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Paper - &lt;/strong&gt;Will copies need to be made? Will construction paper be needed? Make sure to get plenty of paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a partial list of some items to be considered for purchase during the big sales at this time. If there are any of these items left after vacation Bible school is over, they can be put in a supply room for use by teachers at other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vacation Bible school may not have been planned yet, but it is not too early to save with a bargain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy shopping!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-403528931606534639?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/403528931606534639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-50-take-advantage-of-sales.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/403528931606534639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/403528931606534639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-50-take-advantage-of-sales.html' title='Week 50 - Take Advantage of Sales'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-7055049234560704584</id><published>2010-07-16T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T09:51:29.695-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christianity'/><title type='text'>Week 51 - Ask</title><content type='html'>Our vacation Bible school has just ended. What a marvelous experience it was for me. I asked one of the children there what his favorite thing was at vacation Bible school. His face just beamed. He said, "I like it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This wasn't because of one person. It was because of God and the team effort in unity of those many volunteers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is "ask" week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask &lt;/strong&gt;God to guide you as you lead others. I want to feel His presence and see Him in everything that is done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask &lt;/strong&gt;others who have just finished vacation Bible school what the best thing was and what problems were encountered. The worst thing will tell me what problems to handle before the next one. The best thing lets me know what people will remember and what they will tell others. Sometimes the easiest way to do this is through an evaluation form--a simple one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask &lt;/strong&gt;yourself if it brought you closer to God. Then ask yourself how you can become even closer to God and bring others closer with the next vacation Bible school. If stress is a factor, then evaluated ways you can manage the stress.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ask &lt;/strong&gt;others for help next year. It is not too early. One can form a small planning committee to begin to work on it. In all my years of volunteering, whether it was for vacation Bible school, another Christian service, PTA or any other activity, the number one reason I found that people did not volunteer is because they were not asked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The volunteers will make it happen. One wants every attendee to say "I like it all!" The child who said it me confirmed it with the smile on his face. And when we sang the song about joy being in my heart, I knew he meant it. I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-7055049234560704584?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/7055049234560704584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-51-ask.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/7055049234560704584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/7055049234560704584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/07/week-51-ask.html' title='Week 51 - Ask'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-4744344257075153685</id><published>2010-07-06T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T11:03:14.813-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='volunteer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation Bible school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='summer'/><title type='text'>52 Weeks of Vacation Bible School</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vacation Bible schools are designated blocks of time--days, hours, weeks--designed to energize and encourage each other no matter what the age to draw closer to God. They usually have themes, heavy promotion and a lot of planning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you have never been involved, you are missing out on one of the most fun ways to work together as Christians and to draw closer to each other and Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;No matter what your age or the amount of time you can devote, you can participate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Even though the suggestions over the coming weeks are recommended for certain weeks, they can still be done in a timely manner if done at other times. These tips serve as a guide and a checklist in your own planning. They are based entirely on the author's experience as a volunteer in the last 40+ years and as a vacation Bible school coordinator for many years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Week 52: Thanks and Organize Props&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vacation Bible School is just 52 weeks away. I can hear the sighs now. "We've just finished VBS. I don't want to even think about it for another 51 weeks."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But doing just a few simple things can prevent a lot of stress later on in the year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;If you are a leader, as soon as vacation Bible School is over start following up with those who have attended. Send cards, letters and make phone calls, if possible, to the visitors. Thank them for attending. Let them know times of services, programs available, and courses of study offered at your church. This is not a job for one person. Have other volunteers to help with this task. Make it a personal follow-up and not a "form" letter that does not have the attendee's name on it. Ask those individuals who may not have had other opportunities to participate or who are confined to home to help with this task.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Vacation Bible School may have just ended for the summer, and things are being put away. Spend some time organizing and making an inventory of props and supplies. Be detailed when possible on location. The location may just be a particular room, but that will help you know where to look when you look for it the next time. If items are borrowed from members or others, record where and who you borrowed it from for future reference. Of course, if you haven't already, send the lendee a message of thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't forget to thank those who volunteer. It does not matter how much time a volunteer devotes to vacation Bible school or what is done, everyone who participates needs to be thanked--and soon. The longer one waits to send a note of thanks, the less needed a person may feel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A parent or a child who participates or visits can send a note of appreciation to the congregation or leave a comment on the website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Finally, thank God for what was accomplished and ask Him to be with you in preparing for another one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May God be glorified!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-4744344257075153685?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/4744344257075153685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/07/52-weeks-of-vacation-bible-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4744344257075153685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4744344257075153685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/07/52-weeks-of-vacation-bible-school.html' title='52 Weeks of Vacation Bible School'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-176843007886848127</id><published>2010-05-14T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T11:43:42.655-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Your Excuse?</title><content type='html'>What's your excuse?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moses had plenty of them. He claimed to be a nobody. The Lord convinced him that he was a leader to free the people. And look what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter was with Jesus during His ministry. Yet when asked if he knew Jesus, Peter disowned our Lord not once, not twice, but three times. God forgave him. He went on to preach on the day of Pentecost. Many were baptized.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saul plotted evil things against Christians. He persecuted them. Yet while traveling down a road with plans of evil, God softened his heart. There went Saul's excuse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not worthy. I sin. I want to hide in shame. I am stubborn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if God can take these people with all of their faults and imperfections and mold them into people with hearts on fire with His love, God can do the same for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I just let Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No excuses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I am not worthy--but He died for me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I sin--but He has forgiven me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I have struggled with a hardened heart at times--but He has softened it with His love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am all out of excuses. Whatever excuse I think I have for not trusting God, for not living a life of service for Him, was taken care of years ago--on a cross!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-176843007886848127?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/176843007886848127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-your-excuse.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/176843007886848127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/176843007886848127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/05/whats-your-excuse.html' title='What&apos;s Your Excuse?'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-8150798985735610793</id><published>2010-01-18T09:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T09:55:59.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Motivating Teachers</title><content type='html'>Our lawmakers seem to be looking for ways to cut costs.  Consider the move to base tenure on test scores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If students aren't motivated to learn, why punish a teacher.  If the only influence on our children is teachers, ten I would consider agreeing.  And if all teachers did was teach, then maybe.  But neither is true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are caught in a tug-a-war and used as pawns in families.  It's not that they crave attention, they need it.  Some come to school with little support and much stress.  Is it any wonder that they are distracted during an "optimal" learning part of the day?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers are caught in a tug-a-war, as well.  Teachers have to be bookkeepers, conflict resolution specialists and still be motivated after a parent has chewed them out for not giving a child individual attention in a too-crowded classroom.  They have to keep problem children away from everyone in class and have enough time during the day to complete the paperwork required.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teachers must look at the hurt in children's eyes.  They have to see the scars on the bodies of children and wipe away the tears from a life that seems to not give even the smallest child a break. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One cannot expect all students to be motivated to learn.  And if we cannot motivate our children to learn, then we cannot hold teachers responsible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Threatening the paycheck for not motivating students is not the answer.  If our children are to be motivated to learn, then we must motivate the teachers to teach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One does not wound the heart of the education system without the whole system being affected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I urge you to take action.  Call your lawmaker and...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't wait for Teacher's Appreciation Day--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank your child's teacher.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-8150798985735610793?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/8150798985735610793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/01/motivating-teachers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/8150798985735610793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/8150798985735610793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/01/motivating-teachers.html' title='Motivating Teachers'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-2136304800772560437</id><published>2010-01-07T17:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T18:25:15.169-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections On The Old and New</title><content type='html'>I didn't do it! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't make a list of resolutions for 2010 to break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It stresses me too much. I am just truly thankful that I made it through 2009. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With its bumpy roads (mostly bumpy roads), there is a part of me that screams just get through it in 2010.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that in mind, here is a list of what I learned in 2009 and my goal in 2010:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Whatever happens, its good to have friends, brothers and sisters in Christ, and a family to help you through it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The quickest way to forget your problems is to walk into a room of two-year-olds and ask for a hug (it works every time).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you want to really feel closer to Christ, teach others to love Christ.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The only way I am going to finish writing my book is to sit down in the chair and do nothing but write it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;A new coat of paint gives a room a new beginning and countless possibilities.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you don't go to exercise class for a couple of days, your body feels very stiff.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;No matter how full I am from a meal, I still want the chocolate.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;My goal in 2010 - To smile and laugh more and no matter what happens to lean on Jesus.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Have a great new year.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-2136304800772560437?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2136304800772560437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections-on-old-and-new.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2136304800772560437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2136304800772560437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2010/01/reflections-on-old-and-new.html' title='Reflections On The Old and New'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-4762328691888980072</id><published>2009-10-27T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T17:48:38.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's At Your Convenient Store?</title><content type='html'>"Excuse me, dear, I have to run to the nearest convenient store and get a bathroom scale." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds ridiculous, I agree.  But I was at a small convenient store, and yes, there near the front of the store was a display with digital bathroom scales for sale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I admit that I am an illogical logical person, but a bathroom scale?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand food, toiletries, cleaning supplies and other seemingly strange items.  At least, I can justify a sudden need for those things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a bathroom scale?  It's not like I am going to get ready for bed and suddenly have such an urge to weigh that I have to rush to the nearest convenient store for a bathroom scale.    Nor am I likely to want to pay a little extra for the "convenience" of weighing so quickly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood staring at the display in bewilderment while waiting to pay for my purchase.  Days have passed, and I still think of the bathroom scales sitting on the display near the register trying to capture the attention of a desperate customer or impulse buyer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't help but wonder if I have been so unobservant that I have missed items such as these at convenient stores?  Are there other items for sale at them that have little to do with the immediate needs in our daily lives?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I ask you.  What is the strangest thing that you have seen sold at a convenient store ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-4762328691888980072?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/4762328691888980072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-at-your-convenient-store.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4762328691888980072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4762328691888980072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-at-your-convenient-store.html' title='What&apos;s At Your Convenient Store?'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-4149557690993146365</id><published>2009-09-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T19:39:10.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>His Child</title><content type='html'>The Bible tells us in Mark 10:14  "...Let the little children come to me, and do not hinder them..."  I learned this verse very early.  I colored several pictures throughout my early years that showed Jesus with his arms outstretched and children running to Him.  I grew in faith with that verse in the back of my mind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an adult I see other things in that verse that bring me comfort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children wanted to come to Jesus.  It was the adults that were standing in their way.  The children wanted Jesus.  They wanted Jesus to know them.  But the adults discouraged them.  Oh, I know they had their reasons.  But they missed a major point in Jesus' teaching--the gospel is for all.  Jesus came to earth for everyone--man, woman and child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find enormous comfort in the fact that no matter what anyone else wanted, Jesus wanted the children to come to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible tells us in John 3:17 that Jesus wants us to be saved.  He didn't come to the world to exclude but to include.  He wants everyone.  I draw much comfort in knowing that however messed up I am and whatever I do that Jesus wants me to come to Him no matter who or what is in the way.  He wants me to draw closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, Jesus, my Lord and Savior, has more than enough love to reach everyone.  He shows no preference but calls us all.  His example of perfect love shows me that when it comes to His love, it is never divided between His people, but multiplied for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God that in reaching out for the children that He wants me no matter what and that I can still get to him no matter what the obstacle.  I pray that I do not stand in the way of any child of any age that wants to come to Jesus, but will do what I can to help them get to Him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I thank God that He calls me His child!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-4149557690993146365?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/4149557690993146365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/his-child.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4149557690993146365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4149557690993146365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/his-child.html' title='His Child'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-5595877889423731221</id><published>2009-09-05T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T08:02:05.187-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas Flowing for the Flu?</title><content type='html'>The flu struck our house like dust bunnies under the bed.  The hardest part is knowing what to do once you feel better yet still "quarantined."  You may not feel like reading or writing.  Television becomes boring after a while.  You really want to be productive, and you want to be with your family.  You walk the floors.  You eat because that's all you feel like doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do we do to keep the flu from flowing and ourselves from going  crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below are just a few ideas--some especially for children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Paint your fingernails and toenails a wild and crazy color.  Mine are teal at the moment.  My husband says that it is a good thing we are stuck in the house and no one can see them.  But I kind of like them.  So don't be surprised if you see me next time with orange or teal or purple polish or a combination of them all.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fix your hair in a different way.  Parting it on the other side is a start.  Remember it is only temporary.  Of course, you have to feel well enough to wash any goo or "purple" from your hair once you have experimented.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stack the antibacterial gel bottles in a design or like building blocks.  This works good with engineers who are sick.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Text your kids/parents funny messages to cheer them and you.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Make up limericks about the flu and you.  You can even set them to music.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Carry a pocket size recorder around with you to tape thoughts, reminders, and messages to friends and family.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;While laying in bed, think of the funniest thing that ever happened to you.  Write it down, record it or tell a loved one.  It will cheer you.  And you never know, it could be the idea that sparks the next best seller.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Play soothing music..&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Bark or imitate an animal singing your favorite song (This comes after the sore throat has left).&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;I hope these tips will prove helpful to you and help you conquer whatever ails you.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Paula&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;P.S. I might look a little different next time you see me.  How long does it take purple to come out of your hair?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-5595877889423731221?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/5595877889423731221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/ideas-flowing-for-flu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/5595877889423731221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/5595877889423731221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/ideas-flowing-for-flu.html' title='Ideas Flowing for the Flu?'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-2981676744316500190</id><published>2009-08-27T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T18:08:24.277-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seth - Who?</title><content type='html'>He was Adam and Eve's other son.  After the "fight" with Cain and Abel, Eve bore another son.  You might be thinking, "Seth, what did he do?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the story of his brothers that is taught to our children at a very early age. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Seth...Seth who?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two memorable things about the story of Seth.  The Bible tells us that after Seth was born, people began to call on the Lord.  The neatest thing about Seth is that it is through his seed that Jesus is born--not his other brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does this tell me about my children?  People--teachers, parents and friends--sometimes give the gifted or the problem child more attention.  If the child is no problem, if the child is just ordinary, he can be neglected or ignored.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But big things come from the child that is just ordinary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children may not have a behavior problem.  They may not be gifted.  But they are children.  We may not see their name in the paper.  They may not be the greatest athlete.  They may be quiet.  They may be the last one picked for the team.  They may sit on the back row.  But they still need a front place in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their minds can be shaped.  They can make a difference. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just look at Seth-God had a purpose for him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-2981676744316500190?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2981676744316500190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/08/seth-who.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2981676744316500190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2981676744316500190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/08/seth-who.html' title='Seth - Who?'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-4411638358170308370</id><published>2009-08-20T20:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-20T21:21:02.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to School</title><content type='html'>It's that time again. Time for back packs, composition books and two-pocket folders. For parents it's a time for fear and that sense of not being able to protect our children from the dangers lurking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In celebration of back to school and as an encouragement I will be studying children in the Bible gaining insight and inspiration from their lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;JOSEPH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Joseph is one of my favorite stories in the Old Testament. Here was a boy hated by his brothers, sold and taken to another place having no contact with his family. For all practical purposes he had no family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that didn't stop him. He made something of himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story doesn't end there. Because of the lies of others he was put in prison. You know the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the story of Joseph mean so much to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was a misfit that was "victimized" who rose above his misfortunes. He couldn't change his past. But he could change his future. It didn't just happen. Joseph had patience. Joseph had determination. What Joseph didn't have was hate in his heart. It would have been so easy to want revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want my children to rise above the disappointments and failures. I want them to gain strength and wisdom from the events in their lives. I want them to have patience and determination. I want them to have love in their hearts and not hate. I don't want them to want revenge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, reading and writing are important. But along with that too heavy back pack I pray that they will carry these traits with them as they face whatever is in front of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that they remember that Joseph overcame many obstacles and that they can, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that they remember that they carry their mom's love and the unmeasurable love of our God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Next time - Seth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-4411638358170308370?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/4411638358170308370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4411638358170308370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4411638358170308370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/08/back-to-school.html' title='Back to School'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-3939599994737633108</id><published>2009-06-05T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T23:37:25.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Many People Don't Wear Hats</title><content type='html'>The westerns from many years ago depicted cowboys who were good and bad.  The good cowboys wore the white or light-colored hats.  The bad guys had the dark hats.  As soon as you saw them on the screen, you knew which ones were good and which ones were bad.  The problem is now the good guys no longer wear the white hats and the bad guys don't necessarily wear the dark hats.  These days most people don't wear hats.  It's hard to know the good guys from the bad ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does this affect writing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If as a writer, I can influence a child, I want the child to know good from bad.  I want him or her to know the good guys from the bad guys.  I want them to read about a character not that they can just identify with, but someone they can aspire to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-3939599994737633108?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/3939599994737633108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-people-dont-wear-hats.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/3939599994737633108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/3939599994737633108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/many-people-dont-wear-hats.html' title='Many People Don&apos;t Wear Hats'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-2730647226318702718</id><published>2009-05-21T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-21T18:24:43.698-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Thursday - The Normal Child</title><content type='html'>Many years ago we had a saying that, “Oh that child is not normal.”  I also heard people say, “Oh, they don’t come from a normal family.”  Writers wrote “normal” books, and people lived normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere along the road things began to change.  The normal “gauge” changed norms.  A series of not-normal activities brought a lack of trust in what was always considered normal.   In the case of writing that was good.  There were more ideas, exposures and situations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not so sure about our families.  What changed the gauge on the normal children and normal family?  I think we have to look at the definition of a normal family before answering, and there lies the problem.  Many years ago a normal child—one with normal behavior, habits and questions for someone of the same age—came from a normal family—two parents, neighbors who took care of each other,  a ritualistic bedtime for the children and a time for creating happy memories together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, a normal family cannot be defined in those terms.  There are two many one parent households, next door neighbors whose names we do not know,  bed times whenever and very little time together.  All of this not only redefines normal, but takes a toll on our precious children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still stay, “I did not have a normal childhood.”  Now we don’t know what that means.&lt;br /&gt;We need to be able to define a normal childhood and address the issues that will help make our families “normal.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-2730647226318702718?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2730647226318702718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-thursday-normal-child.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2730647226318702718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2730647226318702718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-thursday-normal-child.html' title='Thinking Thursday - The Normal Child'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-2607065605848598315</id><published>2009-05-13T15:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T16:08:47.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Thursday - People Skills versus Computer Relationships</title><content type='html'>I wonder sometimes with the onset of technology that my people skills will diminish.   I am talking about the day to day, one on one contact we have in person—the confrontations, the companionships and the friendships-- versus the relationships that rely on technology. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I  will admit that e-mailing people at midnight appeals to me as a convenience.  I also like being able to delete those messages from certain people. I learn about others over the internet.  I can see that from the popularity of internet dating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I also understand the joys of having a "live" friend at my side, the smiles and the touch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the joys of writing is to observe.  I observe body movements, voice inflections and eyes.  I revel in seeing the excitement on children’s faces.  I want the picture in my mind and the memory in my heart.  I want to witness it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I learn from confrontation.  I grow from confrontation.  It gives me plots in my writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will friendships be only on the computer in the future?  Where will I find my plots?  Will I have to rely on the two-dimensional relationships (computer or texting)? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, you’re exaggerating,” some people have said.  They tell me it will never happen.  Some  accuse me of momentary lapses of sanity and exhaustion. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Maybe I am exaggerating—and maybe not.  Do you think technology will cause our relationships to become two-dimensional? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think this shortage of "in person" interaction will affect writing in the future?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-2607065605848598315?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2607065605848598315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-thursday-people-skills-versus.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2607065605848598315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2607065605848598315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-thursday-people-skills-versus.html' title='Thinking Thursday - People Skills versus Computer Relationships'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-2416620476433119612</id><published>2009-05-06T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T14:27:11.718-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Thursday - Happy or Sad</title><content type='html'>I mentioned in a previous blog that I have happy endings in the books I write.  I know that there are several good books out there with sad endings. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Books to me take the reader to exotic places and offers escape of the drudgery of life.  They provide hope and sometimes information.  They give us time to heal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I am reading a book, I want it to end on a happy note.  I want to close the book after the last word and feel the satisfaction of knowing that I made the right choice in my escape.  If I wanted to cry or feel hopeless, I don't have to read about it to do so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps, I am looking at this the wrong way.  Maybe books should provide solutions to real-life problems.  But do they?  Perhaps books should send a message that the sad feeling is normal?  But do most children want to feel sad?  Do we want children to base an opinion on reading on a sad book?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, just maybe, for a few minutes children want to smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-2416620476433119612?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2416620476433119612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-thursday-happy-or-sad.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2416620476433119612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/2416620476433119612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thinking-thursday-happy-or-sad.html' title='Thinking Thursday - Happy or Sad'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-5300628143214349328</id><published>2009-05-06T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T08:13:13.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kid in the Picture Book</title><content type='html'>Confession time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m the kid in the picture book--you know the one with a problem searching for an answer--the one who uses the illogical logic to find the way to the happy ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, in my writing children have happy endings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I’m the kid who does the stupid things and learns from them--eventually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that focuses on the problem at hand  willing to give anything a try to get passed it.  And hopefully, I am the one that does what it takes to get to the solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that finds peace in the simplest solutions and the satisfaction in knowing I tackled the problem and won.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one who uses time-out as a planning period and nap time as plotting time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kid that doesn’t look past the nose on my face for help, cause it’s a hard enough journey to get that far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the one that looks for possibilities with every touch, every smell and in every adventure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just as a picture book has limited pages to find the happy ending, my life has a limited number of days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the kid in the picture book!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the only thing that matters is the journey between the front and back cover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-5300628143214349328?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/5300628143214349328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/kid-in-picture-book.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/5300628143214349328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/5300628143214349328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/kid-in-picture-book.html' title='The Kid in the Picture Book'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-1584449902967345803</id><published>2009-04-28T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T11:15:29.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Shy;  I'm a Writer</title><content type='html'>Normally, I don’t like the silence.  You most likely will find me talking with my hands, maintaining eye contact and being what most would call a very animated conversationalist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are the other times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my children were young, I sat on the bleachers at ball games isolated.  I rooted at the proper times, and bragged on them at the proper times.  Otherwise, I sat alone looking somewhat down during the rest of the game.  Some people tried to start a conversation with me.  Some probably thought I was rude. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are times when I look for characters and times when I develop the characters.  Attending a ball game and sitting alone watching people, I look for characters.  What brings the young professional with the well-manicured fingers, a golden tan and not a clue on how to play the game to the ball field?  What does he and the older gentleman with the mismatched socks and the 70’s style shorts find so hilarious in their conversation?  Of course, I will never know.  But it’s at those times that I develop the conversation in my imagination.  What could the commonality be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like sitting at the chairs in the mall and observing people.  I like sitting at airports and watching people.  I like watching people in the grocery store.  And yes, I like seeing what’s in the shopping cart and writing a story around it in my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friends and acquaintances shake their head and wonder what is bothering me.  My family and close friends have come to expect it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you see me out somewhere, don’t be shocked or insulted if I look like I am in another dimension.  In fact, I will go ahead and answer your questions now:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;          No, I feel fine.&lt;br /&gt;          No, tell me your name anyway just in case I have forgotten it (I probably have).&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, the aisles aren’t big enough for two carts.  It’s okay to pass.&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, I have plenty of shopping to do.  I just sat down a minute to rest.&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, I see you.  My hearing is fine.  But wave your hands in front of me and call my name.&lt;br /&gt;          Yes, I saw it.  I agree.  The ump needs glasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally…&lt;br /&gt;          No, I’m not shy.  I am a writer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-1584449902967345803?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1584449902967345803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-shy-im-writer.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/1584449902967345803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/1584449902967345803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/im-not-shy-im-writer.html' title='I&apos;m Not Shy;  I&apos;m a Writer'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-7887122894907680948</id><published>2009-04-07T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T10:08:50.537-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creating Enthusiastic Characters</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;“It’s just clothes,” he mutters and throws the box on the floor.  The child wanted a toy, a video game, a gift card—anything but clothes.  When someone asks him what he received for his birthday, he rolls his eyes and shakes his head only to repeat it again, “Just clothes.”&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can tell if he really wanted it.  The eyes sparkle, the hands move, and sometimes he has to be told to slow down talking so we can understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt about the enthusiasm he has.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much like a child’s enthusiasm to a present, we can be enthusiastic about the characters in our stories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I dread writing about the character in the story?&lt;/strong&gt;  Whether the character is full of charm or the “bad” guy, I need to be excited to confront him on paper.  I don’t need to find an excuse to keep away.  Frequent breaks from writing may indicate a need to be away from the character.  If I dread writing about him, readers will not want to read about him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do I find myself putting my character in “what if” situations? &lt;/strong&gt; When I am sitting in the waiting room of the doctor’s office, what would my character be doing if he came with me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The character needs to be real with strengths and weaknesses.  I can like him or dislike him.  This doesn’t mean that I need to write a story on a character in the doctor’s office.  But I need to know my characters well enough to know what they would do if they were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is hard to be enthusiastic about a character if I am forming the traits as I go along.  I like to make a personality profile of the character and keep it handy.  As I put my character in a situation, I refer back to the character profile to make sure he is doing everything in “character.”&lt;br /&gt;The more situations I am in that I can do this “what if” exercise, the more enthusiastic I am about the character.  It becomes a game and it exercises my imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am I ashamed of the character?&lt;/strong&gt;  I may not want to talk about my character at the writer’s group meeting or I may apologize for the character.  I have even caught myself not even wanting to give the name of the character.  Sometimes I say that I am still working on character development.  That serves as a red flag for me.  If I don’t want to talk about him, I have to ask myself why.  Maybe the character is so bad that I cannot find any redeeming qualities in him.  Other characters in the story don’t want to be around him either.  Children want redeeming qualities in others.  It gives them hope.  I try to give even the most hopeless character hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of reaction does the character bring out in me?&lt;/strong&gt;  Am I laughing or smiling when I think about the character?  It is very similar to opening the present.  I am very animated when I speak (my husband points that out frequently).  I talk with my hands, very fast, and seemingly forever on the characters I love.  I even do it with characters that just fascinate me or make me curious.  One of the best exercises I have found is to look in the mirror and talk about my character(s).  I watch how I talk about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can be enthusiastic about gifts.  I am one who rips the paper anxious to see what is on the inside.  But I also need to be enthusiastic about my characters.  If I am, then it becomes a gift I give to the readers.  It helps to mold my book into something that others find can’t wait to open.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-7887122894907680948?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/7887122894907680948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/creating-enthusiastic-characters.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/7887122894907680948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/7887122894907680948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/creating-enthusiastic-characters.html' title='Creating Enthusiastic Characters'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-3865374289296498179</id><published>2009-03-28T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-28T11:53:51.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Print or Cursive?</title><content type='html'>Lately, several commercials depict children as young as four completing complicated tasks on the computer quickly.  Visual images of babies with pacifiers in their mouths and tiny fingers on the computer run through my mind. &lt;br /&gt;Will that affect handwriting and reading for coming generations?  It already has.&lt;br /&gt;Many schools today no longer teach cursive writing.   School officials cite several reasons for this.  First of all, children jump from learning the alphabet to the computer.  Why teach a different style of writing when most everything is done on the computer?  There is no reason to teach cursive, they say.  Print is easier to read.  We all know this to be true. &lt;br /&gt;I had rather my child learn to print well than to learn to print and write cursive barely legible. That makes sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;But here is where I have the problem.  Many personal and historical documents are in cursive.  If we don’t teach our children to write or read cursive, they will not be able to read important documents such as the Declaration of Independence.  They will not even be able to read a letter from Great-grandmother to grandmother.  Perhaps we are just a generation or two away from cursive writing being offered as an elective in art or as a foreign language.&lt;br /&gt;It’s not that crazy.&lt;br /&gt; I have checked with friends from other areas, teachers and other contacts and found that cursive is not being taught.  In one instance I talked with a parent whose child never learned cursive.  The elementary-aged child learned two different styles of printing in two years.  This totally confused the student and parents.  I was confused, as well, as I didn’t understand the point  in teaching two types of printing.&lt;br /&gt;With each generation comes change.  The changes can be good.  Learning to print is important.  Adapting to accommodate to the computer-literate generation is a must.  But we need to make sure our children will be able to read historical documents and letters from their family members already gone.  These are things that help shape their future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-3865374289296498179?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/3865374289296498179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/print-or-cursive.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/3865374289296498179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/3865374289296498179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/print-or-cursive.html' title='Print or Cursive?'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-8829668069173883827</id><published>2009-03-17T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:47:45.569-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Heart Cannot Count</title><content type='html'>In these economic times the number of heartaches can be too numberous to count and the money too little to count.  Here are some tips that hopefully can help with some of the stress:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stop and take a deep breath.  Matter of fact, take about three of them.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you can't afford it, don't buy it.  Some stress over money comes from the purchases we make that we think we can find a way to afford it.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Do you remember the old saying to stop and count to ten before you speak when you are angry?  It does work.  It can prevent a slip of the tongue and regrets.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Say something kind to someone as much as possible and be genuine about it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Remember who you are, where you came from and where you are going.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And remember, whatever the situation, it WILL pass.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;Several years ago, I wrote a poem that sometimes reminds me that it will indeed pass.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                    &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   My heart cannot count the aches,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   the breaks,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                    or the time it takes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                   to mend from broken dreams.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                  It can only grasp each moment&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                 and fill it with joy &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         and love&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                for as long as possible--&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;                         because my heart cannot count.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-8829668069173883827?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/8829668069173883827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart-cannot-count.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/8829668069173883827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/8829668069173883827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-heart-cannot-count.html' title='My Heart Cannot Count'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3390351609008595142.post-4361017458884608145</id><published>2009-03-11T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-11T09:51:14.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Frog in the House'/><title type='text'>What's In My Pocket?</title><content type='html'>Welcome to Paula's Pocket! I hope you find leaping through my blog interesting,  fun and full of surprises.  I write children's picture books. This is partly because I have the mind of a child and partly because I just do. I find my ideas for discovering subjects for my books mind-blogging (pun intended).  What follows is just one example.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several years ago, my husband and I found a rather adventurous frog in our bathroom. Catching it seemed like it would be no problem. However...We cornered the frog just as it leaped on the toilet seat and coaxed it in with a rolled up newspaper. Then we flushed. Did you know that a frog can attach itself to a porcelain toilet and remain long after the flusing has ended? I know that now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps the first flush weakened him. We flushed again. He remained. I know if I had seen his face, there would have been a smirk. We stuck the cleaning brush on him and flushed. He disappeared. High fives all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We turned around for a final glance (more like a gloat) before turning off the lights. He sat on the rim staring at us. This meant war!I grabbed an empty garbage can to see if I could coax him in there. This determined frog jumped and attached himself to the wall, and refused to take the hint. My husband and I placed the garbage can over him sliding the unrolled newspaper from side to side as we fit it barely between the wall and the can. If we couldn't coax him, maybe we could scare him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either the frog was afraid or it grew tired of the game, because it worked. Once we heard the "CA-THONG" of him hitting the side, we immediately flipped the can and covered it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being the animal lover that I am (well, a few exceptions), I insisted my husband take the can outside and release the frog to find his family. It was dark and pouring rain. My husband stepped onto the deck and emptied the frog there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That was quick," I said. "Where is he?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband proudly replies, "He's out on the deck."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I flipped on the light for the deck. The frog wasn't moving. I felt guilty. Did all the coaxing kill the frog? I had heard that if you touch a frog it would die? And even if it didn't die, it wasn't moving. And if it wasn't moving, it was good prey for a snake. And I DID NOT WANT A SNAKE ON MY DECK--frog or no frog!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I voiced my concern to my husband. My husband said I was too emotional over a little frog which meant he needed to take action.He grabbed an umbrella. I watched him from the back door as he picked up a stick to prod the frog until it leaped from the deck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband walked back into the house happy to be out of the rain and happy to be without a frog. I was happy, too. I even had idea for a children's book...Now you know the story behind &lt;em&gt;Chasing Frogs&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3390351609008595142-4361017458884608145?l=paulaspocket.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/4361017458884608145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-my-pocket_11.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4361017458884608145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3390351609008595142/posts/default/4361017458884608145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://paulaspocket.blogspot.com/2009/03/whats-in-my-pocket_11.html' title='What&apos;s In My Pocket?'/><author><name>paula</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07537040200409082975</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
