<?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-6809707398087794866</id><updated>2012-02-16T09:25:48.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life With Lorraine</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts, Events, Ramblings, News, Special Interests...
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I have noticed this word being used repeatedly, and for several weeks I have been compelled to write my feelings regarding it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I am sure that what I am about to write will offend some.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My intention is not to offend anyone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;However, almost 46 years ago I was blessed to be born in the United States of America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Although in the last 46 years things have DRASTICALLY changed, I still very firmly stand on my inalienable rights as a Free American. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;My inalienable rights include freedom of speech and expression, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and you might say that I am now launching both…courageously and proudly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Dr. Laura Schlessinger said it like this, “&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I think the only people who don’t want you to make judgments are the people who don’t want to be judged, because they know what they are doing is wrong.  They are defensive.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I once heard a story of a man that was standing in a voting line one day, and overheard &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;a woman justifying her foolish choice for president by saying, "Well, we aren't supposed to judge." Imagine that! Choosing NOT to judge a political candidate on election day! No wonder our nation is in such a horrendous mess!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Our society has indoctrinated us to be ‘politically correct’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Alcoholism, drug use, and continual immoral lifestyles are now ‘diseases’.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Diseases? Excuse me??!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; is an abnormal condition affecting the body of an organism. It is a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;medical condition&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; associated with specific &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Symptom"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;symptoms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Medical_sign"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration:none;text-underline:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;signs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A disease is something that YOU CAN’T CONTROL!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Cancer is a disease!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Alcoholism, drug use, and immorality are NOT diseases!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;People that practice them simply, have no discipline, conviction, or principles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I suppose that some would say that I am guilty of ‘judging’ after reading that last paragraph. (Ironic observation...when accusing one of ‘judging’, aren’t YOU then guilty of the same?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I have chuckled when I have heard self proclaimed heathens (or simply ones who live like heathens) quote the scripture “Judge not that ye be not judged’, as a rebuke or reprimand to those who live in this great Democracy, and are simply stating their beliefs or opinions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;These types of scriptures are sometimes thrown in the face of Christians to invoke feelings of guilt and shame, when said Christians whom I might add are ‘Free Americans’, state their opinions or beliefs. To that I say, unless you live by ALL of the Great Book, it is deceitful and fraudulent to use it’s sacred verses at your whim or convenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;To those of you who frequently quote it out of context, and have no idea where it is found,….Matthew 7:1 says,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;“Judge not, that ye be not judged.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Regarding Matthew 7:1-5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;The context allows judging after you have first judged YOURSELF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Jesus did not make a blanket statement against judgment!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A ‘holier than thou’ and prideful attitude is one I refuse to own, and I do not condone, nor do I practice a daily dose of ‘judging’ people. However, now that we have established first, that here in America our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;inalienable rights INCLUDE freedom of speech and expression, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;and I who have made it my life’s objective to live by ALL of God’s Word, do not feel guilt when having an opinion, nor will I keep silent when I hold true a belief that is sacred to me, and I feel it is being compromised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;A quote I found most interesting;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;"He who accepts evil without protesting against it is really cooperating with it.” Henry David Thoreau. &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;There are things that I don’t plan on ‘cooperating’ with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;I humbly pray for wisdom and courage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Silence is not an option, and charity MUST always be a top ingredient…but, silence is not an option.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Before I end this ‘write’, I am obliged to be ‘politically correct’. (*Smile &amp;amp; Wink*)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Democracy is communication: people talking to one another about their common problems and forging a common destiny. Before people can govern themselves, they must be free to express themselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Citizens of a democracy live with the conviction that through the open exchange of ideas and opinions, truth will eventually win out over falsehood, the values of others will be better understood, areas of compromise more clearly defined, and the path of progress opened. The greater the volume of such exchanges, the better!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Democracy thrives upon the energy of citizens who are sustained by the unimpeded flow of ideas, data, opinions, and speculation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'lucida grande';"&gt;Free American, signing off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; 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&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial; mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Grande&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="Lucida Grande&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-family:&amp;quot;Lucida Grande&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-Lucida Grande&amp;quot;;font-family:&amp;quot;;font-size:11.0pt;color:black;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times;mso-bidi-font-family:Times;font-size:16.0pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4375261614442928541?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4375261614442928541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4375261614442928541' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4375261614442928541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4375261614442928541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2011/05/judge-not.html' title='Judge not?...'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6633738360558584080</id><published>2011-05-02T08:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-02T08:19:00.291-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why the hate??</title><content type='html'>****I recently read something that rang so true, and I felt like it couldn't have been written with more clarity or improved on.  I immediately contacted the author, and he so graciously gave me permission to put it on my blog.**** &lt;div&gt;(( I might add....Sam Hassas is probably one of the best, **If not THE best!** photographers EVER.  Take a look and be impressed!   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style=" color: rgb(0, 128, 0);  font-family:arial, verdana, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;www.hassasphotography.com&lt;/span&gt;))   &lt;div&gt;_____________________________________________________________________&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Why the hate??&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am going to preface this post with this first, I was born in Kabul Afghanistan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;All the hate towards the U.S. is sickening. America has her ills but when it's all said and done, (feel free to plug your ears here) it is the GREATEST NATION in the world and I dare say the history of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it so hypocritical t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;o those that came here from other countries and cast stones about the U.S. You left your country for a reason. War torn, dictatorship regimes, lack of work/jobs, quality of life, the list can go forever. Whatever the reason it's clear that HERE is better then where ever it was that you came from. Yet you freely insult, tear down and mock the very thing that gives you the life. The life you could have never had from where you came. A good life. A protected life. A FREE life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't even start with the unbelievable amount of foreign aid that comes from the U.S. when trouble hits. TOp givers in every category for ever crisis over and over again. Japan, Haiti, 2004 Tsunami..........and hundreds of others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I come from a proud race of men and women with strong hearts. It was sad to see these same people, my people be lotted together with the monster that is Osama Bin Laden and the Taliban. That said, today is a great day. Not just for the U.S. but for the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get it though, tall trees catch the most wind. My rant is far saying that we are perfect as a nation. We're certainly not. Just next time you decide to go on the attack about how bad things are here and how evil of a country the US is, consider what the consequences of you "speaking your mind" would have been if you were back "home".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love it or leave it folks. Love the U.S.&lt;br /&gt;Land o the free, home of the brave. Pass a cheeseburger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;***steps off soap box***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 14px; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show" style="display: inline; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: bold; font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://www.facebook.com/samhassas" hovercard="/ajax/hovercard/user.php?id=1330415880" style="cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Sam Hassas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6633738360558584080?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6633738360558584080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6633738360558584080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6633738360558584080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6633738360558584080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2011/05/why-hate.html' title='Why the hate??'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-177977709414761498</id><published>2011-04-19T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T11:36:14.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My April Fools Post.....(that some actually fell for!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; -webkit-tap-highlight-color: rgba(26, 26, 26, 0.296875); -webkit-composition-fill-color: rgba(175, 192, 227, 0.230469); -webkit-composition-frame-color: rgba(77, 128, 180, 0.230469); font-size: 14px; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Just found out that I'm expecting my 4th child at 45 years old, and also celebrating the announcement of my first grandchild! Meanwhile, Chantal got accepted to Princeton, but is not accepting, as she is newly and happily engaged! I am writing all this while I sit in my brand new 2011 Mercedes Benz C-Class that my husband just paid cash for, and saying goodbye to my son David who just purchased a 5-star Hotel in Dubai, that he must immediately take possession of. #HappyAprilFoolsDay&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-177977709414761498?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/177977709414761498/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=177977709414761498' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/177977709414761498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/177977709414761498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2011/04/my-april-fools-postthat-some-actually.html' title='My April Fools Post.....(that some actually fell for!)'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-2520110677358612396</id><published>2011-04-14T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-14T11:36:07.135-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Response......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;This blog entry is to respond to an 'anonymous' comment I received after writing a blog called 'The Debilitating Disease of 'Hypochondriasis''. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Dear 'Anonymous', I read your comment, and deleted it, as I felt that you totally misunderstood the context and spirit behind my writings.  Although things are a bit busy right now, I felt compelled to sit down and write to you, because although I don't know you, you matter to me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have immense empathy for you and your little daughter. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm assuming that you don't know me personally.  I have been in the ministry all my life....I have worked with hundreds of people and held many hands in hospital rooms of people that in one day their life has taken a turn, and changed forever.  THESE people are NOT the ones that I am referring to in my blog.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My post was referring to people that  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;have nothing wrong with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;, and try to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;conjure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; up sickness and affliction.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I am right now thinking of a girl that I won to the Lord that I have always described her as a 'Pentecostal Model'.  An incredibly beautiful girl.  Talented girl.  She was very active and  right in the middle of everything our church did.  This girl is the same age as my oldest son, and has been like a daughter to me.  At the age I think it was 21, one day she was helping her family with something, and all the sudden she couldn't walk or move.  They took her to the Doctor and found out that the bones in her back were deteriorating.  **I don't know all the medical details**, but to make a very long story short, she had a couple of very serious surgeries.  (The first one, the Surgeon might have even done more damage than good).....This beautiful, talented, girls life changed in one day.  She lives in pain like very few can relate to.  She lives in an almost bedridden state.  Her condition is not one that is 'conjured up' or the invention of a negative disposition.  In fact she has never blamed God, and from her bed has made outreach calls and helped in organizational things.... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;from her bed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;She has a debilitating situation, but it is NOT hypochondriasis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have also been in a surgical waiting room of someone that the doctor came out with dozens of 8x10 colored pictures (that he took during exploratory surgery), almost apologetically telling the husband that "as hard as I have tried to find something wrong with your wife,... I can't.  I took these pictures as proof.  Unfortunately, this is one time that I think my patient will be disappointed."  He and the husband looked each other in the eye, both silently acknowledging the fact that this lady definitely was sick, but it was a different kind of sickness.  Both shook their heads, and the doctor walked out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Being able to discern the 'real' from the 'fake' is an asset when in the ministry.  Although all need love and direction, there is only 24 hours in a day, and if we couldn't discern who &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;really &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;needed help, the ones who need it the most would be neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I also must add that I have seen many a home broken because of this very 'Debilitating Disease of Hypochondriasis',.....if we don't address it, we really aren't helping anyone in the end are we?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;My heart and prayers are with you and your daughter.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:'trebuchet ms', verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse;  line-height: 18px; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-2520110677358612396?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/2520110677358612396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=2520110677358612396' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2520110677358612396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2520110677358612396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-response.html' title='In Response......'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-2928471277064099796</id><published>2011-02-18T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-18T20:30:20.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Debilitating Disease of 'Hypochondriasis'</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Do you know anyone with this disease?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I’m sure we all have run into one or two in our lifetime.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;The problem is…..do they know it’s them??&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they know that we all try to avoid all the talk about their aches and pains?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do they know that we are inwardly cringing when they seemly turn every conversation into a session regarding their latest doctors appointment?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;How can they get so animated and excited when telling you about their gallbladder and feet problems for the umpteenth time? If it weren’t so pitiful, it would be hilariously funny!!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;What a miserable way to live!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;I have often wondered, what motivates a person with ‘Hypochondriasis?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Is it attention seeking, or merely an extremely negative personality?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Do these same people find their self complaining about everything?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It’s too cold, it’s too hot, it’s too loud, it’s not loud enough….?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;We have watched a girl in our church go through 4 years of stage 4 Cancer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;She has had endless sessions of chemo, and radiation. &lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;A Stem Cell Transplant, and 3 brain surgeries, and 1 hip surgery later, she is a beaming light of joy and optimism.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;I have noticed that she would much rather talk about other things.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Why?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Because she knows what it REALLY means to be sick and to suffer.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘Real’ illness is not ‘glamorized’ in her mind, for she has truly experienced the ‘shadow of death’ and unthinkable pain.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;If anyone had rights to complain or be consumed with ‘sickness’, this girl would.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;But she doesn’t.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;If you are reading this, God has so graciously given you the gift of life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;In fact today, God gave you a gift of 86,400 seconds!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;He also fearfully and wonderfully made YOU.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Instead of being so fascinated with the negative and infatuated with sickness, why don’t you take a deep breath, smile as wide as you can, turn on some high-steppin’ music that gives glory to your incredible creator, and just simply sing…..Thank You.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Thank you for each new morning with its light, for rest and shelter of the night, for health and food, for love and friends….for everything Thy goodness sends.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;Here’s my prescription,…..Thankfulness!!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#220404;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-2928471277064099796?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/2928471277064099796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=2928471277064099796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2928471277064099796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2928471277064099796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2011/02/debilitating-disease-of-hypochondriasis.html' title='The Debilitating Disease of &apos;Hypochondriasis&apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-5468932469906697026</id><published>2011-01-06T23:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-06T23:47:51.764-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Parenting, kids, influence....Rambling!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix" style="display: block; zoom: 1; margin-bottom: 20px; font-size: 11px; line-height: 1.5em; padding-right: 100px; word-wrap: break-word; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;When raising our kids, many times we shielded them, or maybe a better way of saying it is; 're-directed' them from spending time with certain peers.  These 'peers' many times were 'somebodies'.  These peers many times were 'THE' ones to be seen with.  I know  that others watching from the outside probably thought we were crazy.  After all, doesn't everyone want their kids to be seen with 'them'?!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I must admit that there were times that I would second-guess myself.  "Can these kids REALLY negatively affect my kids??  After all, we're talking about the growing up years when they weren't doing horrible things-why be SO careful?............I can't explain it.  It was always just a feeling I would get.  An intuition. At those times I would pray that I was doing the right thing for my kids, and just keep on trucking,  and re-directing, with my fingers crossed, and my heart holding its breath.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Our kids never knew it.  In fact, very recently my husband and I, Chantal (17), and David (20) , were sitting across the table from a minister who asked us to give him some of our parenting philosophies. At this moment, just a few months ago, my kids heard for the very first time our ideas and  feelings on this subject. (Our reasoning for not telling them what we were doing, was that we didn't want to raise kids that felt like they were 'superior', or 'better' than others.  Had that happened, WE would have been the ones hurting them.)  They listened quite captivated and somewhat surprised.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;During all this time, and still to this day, we teach our kids that GOD gives them their  identity - not people.  GOD elevates them - people don't.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I'm so grateful to God for His help.  I've seen my kids grow up to be very secure in who they are.  I have seen them love people regardless of their 'status'.  I see in them a real depth.  The 'cool' thing to them is living for God.... so if you do that, no matter who you are, what you look like, how much your daddy makes a year,    ....you're accepted, and they'll love you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; text-align: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 1.5em; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;In looking back, I can truly say that those 'intuitions' (that I truly believe are God given), never steered us wrong.  My kids were shielded and protected from influences that would have harmed them, not physically, but spiritually.   In the end, there's only one that can elevate them, .....and He knows their name, He knows their every thought, He sees each tear that falls, and He hears them when they call!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5468932469906697026?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5468932469906697026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5468932469906697026' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5468932469906697026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5468932469906697026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2011/01/parenting-kids-influencerambling.html' title='Parenting, kids, influence....Rambling!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-1219981351946206861</id><published>2010-10-18T23:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T23:42:10.515-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What is going on in this head of mine tonight? I’m thinking about a word that means the world to me. Family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;What makes a great family? What makes a close family? What makes a strong family and keeps a family together?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have been in the ministry all my life, and have observed many families. What stands out the most to me when I see a family that has that extra ‘specialness’ is one thing. Love. There is a little plaque that I put in a very conspicuous spot right out side our front door. Everyone that enters our home sees it. It reads, ‘Love is Spoken Here’. I’m really big on this. Our family not just ‘speaks’ love, but ‘shows’ love. To some who have not been raised this way, and look at our ‘way’ as ridiculous, or unnecessary, ....I don’t feel intimidated or in the least bit daunted…I just feel sorry….for you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;There have been times over the years when we felt immense pressure and had to take stands regarding the way we raised our children. We were ‘over-protective’, or ‘over-bearing’, …..etc….. Peer pressure comes outfitted a whole lot of different ways, and from a whole lot of different kinds of people. However, to this, we would stand tall, square our shoulders, smile, and, do it our way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;The ‘over-bearing’ mantra has never intimidated me. Proverbs…”She watches over the affairs of her household.” It is my job before God! (And when she does), “Her children arise and call her blessed.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 16pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Love causes you to do a lot of things you didn’t think you were strong enough to do. One of them is sometimes standing up to people, and not always taking the easy road.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;We are not finished raising our kids quite yet, but we are already blessed with little rewards that mean the world to a loving mom and dad…..&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;One of them happened just a couple of nights ago, when my beautiful daughter approached me, and trusted me with her heart. These are times that I stop and reflect, and thank God for the bond that we share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Other rewards are when one of David’s clients (whom I have never met) sent me a 2 page letter giving me honor and thanking me because of the quality son I have raised. **David does her Pest Control.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Other rewards are when your own children call you blessed. A few years ago Jonathan left a message on our answering machine thanking us for the way we have raised him, and how much he appreciates us and loves us for it. The message was so heartfelt and touching that I have saved it to this very day, and listen to it frequently….it just makes my day so much brighter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Although a little fragmented, I hope my rambling thoughts encourage a parent today. Don’t be lazy. Don’t be easily intimidated. Pray and ask God for guidance, wisdom, and direction. After doing that, just simply STAND. Stand and Love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I have all the faith in the world that when you do this, you will have a great family, a close family,…a strong family that stays together through everything that life brings your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;***I could go on and on!!!! Maybe I will....There just might be more to come!! =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-1219981351946206861?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/1219981351946206861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=1219981351946206861' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1219981351946206861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1219981351946206861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2010/10/family_18.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-5710296311682717453</id><published>2010-09-05T23:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T00:31:54.792-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Age Gracefully Ladies!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Yes, that's my title....'Let's Age Gracefully Ladies'.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;What is worse than seeing a 'mature' lady walking down the street, trying her hardest to look like a teenager?  Something just doesn't add up, does it?  You get embarrassed for them and want to discreetly take them by the hand and very nicely let them know their really not pulling off the 'look'....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I have used the analogy of a flower when discussing this subject.  The flower goes through all states of development much like a female.  It has a bud stage, and then it goes through the height of its color, then to the fading stage before it one day dies.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;There comes a time when the 'bloom is off the rose', however, when you stop trying to capture what is gone, and live and love the new season of your life, you will be so much happier!!  My delight is not looking in mirror,  but now it's seeing my beautiful daughter walk in the room, in the 'height of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt; color'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;I say, take the botox, take the articles on looking 'ten years younger, take the 'obsessed with myself' mentality, ....take it all and throw it under the nearest bus!!  Deal with it!  Stop spending thousands of dollars trying to turn back the clock!  Enjoy every season....and spend more time with what's on the inside instead of the outside.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 5px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 5px; font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;table&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr valign="top"&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Aging steals, your physical beauty If that's, all you have to show &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;So you better have, a deeper beauty That's everlasting, this I know,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Time, can be so cruel And the years, can take a mighty toll &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Wrinkles, sagging, and all such Been the same, since times of old,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;You can, spend a fortune But the aging, will go through &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;It's something, you can't stop Going on, inside of you,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;So develop, your inner beauty And don't neglect, the outer too &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;Cause both of them, together Make up, what God, has made of you. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:webdings;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5710296311682717453?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5710296311682717453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5710296311682717453' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5710296311682717453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5710296311682717453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2010/09/lets-age-gracefully-ladies.html' title='Let&apos;s Age Gracefully Ladies!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-7260676515897130183</id><published>2010-08-27T11:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-27T11:05:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Falling Away</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Helvetica; "&gt;I woke up this morning with this on my mind.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;I have heard all my life that there would be a ‘great falling away’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Scripture refers to it…&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;"Let no man deceive you by any means: &lt;i&gt;for that day shall not come,&lt;/i&gt; except there come a falling away first..." 2 Thessalonians 2:3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;I know of many people that are ‘falling away’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Good people.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;People that I have enjoyed friendships with.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;People that I have loved, and dearly love to this day.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;People that have sat in the same pews as me and worshipped in the same church as me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;Many have lead in the worship experience, many have been in the ministry, and many have been raised in the ministry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;These good people are simply ‘falling away’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;This term ‘falling away’ or&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘apostasy’ means; to depart from revealed truth, to lead away, seduce, mislead; to defect, to blind the eyes of the people by manipulating the truth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family:Verdana"&gt;It's a walking away from the truth that you've once known in favor of something else. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica;mso-bidi-font-family: Times"&gt;….(In Matthew 24, verses 4-12, the Lord specifically warns about this time.)&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;One of the things that most disturbs me, is no one appears to have any fear of the Lord, or even of Hell any longer….(that hard stance is surely politically incorrect and ‘uneducated’).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Although the Word of God clearly tells us that millions of those who claim to be Christian will stand before God and be quite surprised when they hear, “Away from Me, I never knew you.”&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Though they will tell him of all the great and wonderful things they did in His Name, He will still say ‘I never knew you’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:Helvetica; mso-bidi-font-family:Times"&gt;I ask myself, “How can this be?”….I am sure that there are many factors, but can one be that they&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;have&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;allowed things into their lives that has desensitized them?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Did they open their selves up to television, media, internet, ‘higher’ learning,…and now they can no longer discern right from wrong - Holy from unholy - The pure from the profane?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;The spirit of this world is ‘the old ways/paths are archaic - we need &lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal"&gt;change&lt;/b&gt;.’ There are so many spiritual and political parallels that I see.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;Obama’s campaign mantra was ‘CHANGE’.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;‘There is a new and better way to do this.’…&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Now the White House sports shirtsleeves, bare arms, and have replaced the once ‘Sacred’ Office, with an informal, laid-back posture - where EVERYTHING is accepted.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Can you see the parallels?? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;We have seen young couples marry, and after the parents in all faith and trust give their daughters hand over in marriage, the young man all of the sudden has a ‘new and better’ way, and pulls the young new wife (who was lovingly been raised in the ‘old paths’) into the web of deception and apostasy (‘Change’).&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Oh the sorrow that this has brought the parents, it is one that I cannot even imagine.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;My husband has described the actions of this young man as the highest form of ‘treason’, and has gone so far as saying that when he marries our daughter, he is adding vows in the marriage ceremony that vow the young man to keep the sacred beliefs that we lovingly and fearfully raised our daughter in.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;Oh what a time we are living in.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;It makes me want to embrace the truth harder and more intensely to my heart than I ever have before.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I desire more than ever to love what God loves and hate what God hates.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray for discernment, so that I can discern right from wrong, holy from unholy, and the pure from the profane.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will ALWAYS have accountability in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I will NEVER do away with Elders in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;They are my balance.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I NEED them in my life.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;I pray that I will not only have a love for God in my heart, but always a healthy fear of God in my heart.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:16.0pt;mso-pagination:none;mso-layout-grid-align: none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Helvetica"&gt;If you are reading this and if any part describes you, - go back.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;You are not enlightened, just the opposite…you have been blinded.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Find that real Man of God in your life and come home.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;The Prodigal did, and what a homecoming that was!&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes"&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-7260676515897130183?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/7260676515897130183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=7260676515897130183' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7260676515897130183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7260676515897130183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2010/08/great-falling-away.html' title='The Great Falling Away'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3161315280614477362</id><published>2010-05-15T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-15T21:39:39.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is my love for them so deep and my bond with them so strong??</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;div class="note_content text_align_ltr direction_ltr clearfix" style="display: block; direction: ltr; text-align: left; clear: both; margin-left: 6px; padding-top: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; word-wrap: break-word; width: 460px; "&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;I've heard it said that in any given congregation,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;20% of the members are the 'workers', or the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt; 'movers and shakers' so to speak--while the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;rest enjoy the benefits.  I have never sat down &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and proven or disproven that statistic in our local&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;assembly...I'll leave all that stuff up to God!  As a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;pastors wife, I find a way to love them all...but I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;got to say that some just make it SO easy!!!!  Tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;was one of those nights when I looked around and my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;heart burst with gratefulness and love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;It is the beginning of our cherry season, which in other &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;words, it's the beginning of our 'sacrificial season'.  Precious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;saints that work all week, reserve 4-6 of their weekends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;*in a row* for one thing...to work for God's Kingdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;***Asking nothing in return.***&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Tonight I was so touched when I saw each of them coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;in after a long hot day of cherry selling.  They unloaded their &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;trucks, and then moved into the sanctuary for our weekly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;all church hour of prayer.  My heart burst with pride and love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;and gratefulness.  These faithful saints are heroes in my eyes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;They are the ones who make FMT shine.  They are the ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;that make FMT what it is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;Thank you Lord for giving us these precious, faithful saints...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;And now you know why my love for them is SO deep and my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="clear: none; line-height: 14px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 10px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFFFFF;"&gt;bond with them SO strong!!!!  =D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3161315280614477362?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3161315280614477362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3161315280614477362' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3161315280614477362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3161315280614477362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2010/05/why-is-my-love-for-them-so-deep-and-my.html' title='Why is my love for them so deep and my bond with them so strong??'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-2135290017745391516</id><published>2010-03-31T09:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T10:19:27.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Memories of Kauai</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/S7OECjVgI6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/F3eAdzi6t8k/s1600/DSC02637.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 74px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/S7OECjVgI6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/F3eAdzi6t8k/s200/DSC02637.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454848753055835042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/S7OClil-3wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B5GLHN2psvg/s1600/DSC02666.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/S7OClil-3wI/AAAAAAAAAQE/B5GLHN2psvg/s200/DSC02666.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454847155128688386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two weeks of bliss is really what it was.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We jumped on a plane headed for the Pacific Ocean.  Our calendar had a big red X on 2 weeks worth of days.  This is the longest we have ever went away together -ALONE ....no one but US!!!!  **That's just what you do when you are celebrating 25 years of marriage!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My honey had spent hours and hours planning this trip.  His goal was to make it special and memorable....and that's exactly what it was.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Staying at 3 different sides of the island, we were able to experience the WHOLE beauty and wonder of this paradise called 'Kauai'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We did so much....a scary helicopter ride, jumped off cliffs (him NOT me!), spent a full day on a Catamaran and saw hundreds of dolphins and whales,  went scuba diving, watched a play, quads, incredible dinners, long walks, and so much more **Can't forget the imminent Tsunami that the world was watching!**&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...But my favorite thing to do was to get in our convertible-top down,turn on our 'special cd' *had all our special songs on it*, and just drive.  We would talk about our life together.  What we've done, what we've accomplished.  The children we made and nurtured, the church we have given our heart to.  We would laugh out of sheer joy of just being together.  When our sentimental talks would bring tears of love and gratefulness - we would burst out into laughter because we would see that the 'other' had that same deep love that sometimes just makes you cry.  These were my favorite moments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Memories that will last a lifetime were made on this special trip - I will hold them close forever, and play them over in my mind like a movie. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Looking forward to growing old with 'My Guy' and making many more special memories.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:11px;"&gt;You know our love was meant to be -The kind of love that lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;And I want you here with me- From tonight until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You should know, everywhere I go-You're always on my mind, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In my soul, Baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're the meaning in my life - You're the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;You bring feeling to my life - You're the inspiration&lt;br /&gt;Wanna have you near me - I wanna have you hear me sayin'&lt;br /&gt;No one needs you more than I need you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I know, yes I know that it's plain to see - We're so in love when we're together&lt;br /&gt;Now I know that I need you here with me - From tonight until the end of time&lt;br /&gt;You should know, everywhere I go - Always on my mind, in my heart&lt;br /&gt;In my soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Verdana, Helvetica, Arial;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-2135290017745391516?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/2135290017745391516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=2135290017745391516' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2135290017745391516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2135290017745391516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-of-kauai.html' title='Memories of Kauai'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/S7OECjVgI6I/AAAAAAAAAQM/F3eAdzi6t8k/s72-c/DSC02637.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4441443541306936708</id><published>2010-02-12T10:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T10:20:41.938-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Value of a Girl</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; white-space: pre-wrap; "&gt;The beautiful sunny 'San Diego' weather that we are so blessed with was hiding its splendor this last Monday, and Mr. Rain had taken it's place.  Some of our youth at church, my daughter included, had a day off from school and wanted to just be together.  We opted to have lunch in the food court at the local mall.  We are a very creative bunch, and also took some games, so suffice it to say that we spent a very healthy amount of time at a table in the food court.  We were not the only 'creative' bunch that had decided to make the food court our personal rain shelter.  I noticed 2 girls and a boy sitting very near to us.  They had already been there when we first sat down, and although were not eating, they were there the whole time we were.  I have always had a burden for young people, and I just kind of felt drawn toward one of the girls.  She was a very beautiful YOUNG girl.  The make-up and seductive clothing didn't fool me.  The guy that was with them  could have starred in the music video 'Pants on the Ground'...Now enters Mr. Gangsta. As I played our latest craze, 'Monopoly Deal' with my daughter Chantal and these incredible young people from our church, I found it harder and harder to stay focused on the game.  My laughter and joy began take a drastic turn.    My heart was breaking and I was shaking with anger and sadness inside as I sat in this mall where people were deciding the 'value' of 'things' and  buying and selling 'things'..... all the while there sat 2 young girls in the very same mall who didn't know their own 'value'.  I shook with anger as I watched 'Mr. Gangsta' go from one girl to the other.  He would sit on their lap and put his hands ALL over them.  After spending time with one, he'd go to the other.  As I sat there I began to feel VERY angry.  I got up at one point and asked an employee to call Security.  I was told that if there was no immediate danger, I would have to go to the information desk and make a request.   Meanwhile my daughter had sensed something wrong with me.  The other kids as well.  When they noticed what was taking my attention, they all began to feel the same feelings of compassion, anger, sadness.  I felt like something had to be done.  As I was preparing to get up, I noticed one of the girls quickly walk away, followed by the other girl (the one I had been drawn to).  This was my chance.  I stood up and said "Excuse me,  excuse me"...got her attention and she came over to me.  My first question was 'How old are you?'  I learned that this beautiful girl was 13.  I wanted to cry.  I began to talk to her about her 'value'.  I told her that she was very beautiful and deserved so much more than to be treated how she was being treated.  I could tell that I was reaching her, but when my daughter stepped in and began talking to her, I KNEW we were reaching her.  We made friends with her and gave her our church card.   When she left our table she left with the knowledge that she had 'value'.  She was worth so much.   That day really impacted me and the young people I was with.  We saw so many things on this girls face in a matter of minutes....shame, embarrassment, regret, then... hope?   A spark of hope??  It was a 'Real Life' lesson for them seeing that this kind of behavior doesn't bring bliss, but brings shame.  It was a 'Real Life Lesson' when they saw the power of looking someone in the eye and telling them how 'valuable' they were to God and to the people of God.  The value of one girl.....worth the whole world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4441443541306936708?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4441443541306936708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4441443541306936708' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4441443541306936708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4441443541306936708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2010/02/value-of-girl.html' title='The Value of a Girl'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-9116735481204377223</id><published>2009-12-29T08:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-29T08:57:08.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today We Turn 25</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/Szo0vORMdxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CRpAmrWmK10/s1600-h/paul+and+lorraine+kiss+pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/Szo0vORMdxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CRpAmrWmK10/s200/paul+and+lorraine+kiss+pic.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420703087382525714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/Szo0msSNguI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vBTW72xx5Hs/s1600-h/IMG-wedding+picture.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 158px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/Szo0msSNguI/AAAAAAAAAP0/vBTW72xx5Hs/s200/IMG-wedding+picture.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5420702940821029602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=""&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Twenty-five years ago today I married  the love of my life.  When I think back, I remember feeling at the time - like I really loved my groom.  But the love that I felt then doesn't EVEN compare to the depth, height, and width of my love today.  Through good times, through bad times, in sickness, and in health, we have forged through the days.  The days have turned into years.  TWENTY FIVE YEARS!!!!  We created 3 beautiful, incredible people, and are building a thriving church together.  Together, we have accomplished so much.  &lt;div&gt;Today I look back, but also look ahead.  I know that you have lots more surprises up your sleeve.  You have many more life ideas and experiments yet to live and try.  And today, like I did so many years ago I vow to stay by your side.  Whatever life brings us. I'm excited about spending it with YOU.  Here's to 25 MORE with YOU babe!!  I love you forever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-9116735481204377223?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/9116735481204377223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=9116735481204377223' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/9116735481204377223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/9116735481204377223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/12/today-we-turn-25.html' title='Today We Turn 25'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/Szo0vORMdxI/AAAAAAAAAP8/CRpAmrWmK10/s72-c/paul+and+lorraine+kiss+pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-5620733640088609739</id><published>2009-11-09T21:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-09T22:13:33.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Landmark Experiences</title><content type='html'>Last night in our evening service I received a 'Landmark Experience'.   Words never do justice to these experiences, however, my husband best described it when he said that "It felt as if we had been take up in angels wings and carried into the Presence of the Lord."  He quoted the verse in I Hebrews....."Of the angels, Are they not all ministering spirits sent forth to minister for them who shall be the heirs of salvation?"&lt;div&gt;I couldn't stop weeping, and at the same time I felt like laughing because it was so beautiful and sweet.  I didn't ever want to leave.  I didn't want that feeling to stop.  Before the night was over I just sat there in that special 'spot' where I received such overwhelming love from God.  That 'landmark spot'.  Today when I went to the church to do some work, I went to that 'spot' and just sat and let the tears fall in gratefulness for what God had done in my heart and life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today as I went through the  daily 'stuff' that I do as a wife, mom and Pastors wife, I began to remember many other 'landmark experiences' in my life.  As I thought of them I realized that those experiences are what has made me who I am.  They have kept me through the hard times.  They are what I hold onto when the demon of doubt would like to wage a battle with my mind.  Today I took a journey; not physically, but spiritually to many of those 'landmarks' in my life, and thanked God for them. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today my load is lighter.  Today I can see clearly, for the rain has gone.  Today I feel the brush of angels wings....But I know that when Tomorrow comes, *and it will*....I have another landmark in my life that I can return to and 'remember' the power and sweetness of God's love, and that memory will carry me through....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5620733640088609739?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5620733640088609739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5620733640088609739' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5620733640088609739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5620733640088609739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/11/landmark-experiences.html' title='Landmark Experiences'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-261828584141620829</id><published>2009-10-23T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T23:36:01.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering....</title><content type='html'>I was just sitting and pondering.....*this could mean trouble folks!*  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was born and raised in an Apostolic home.  It's all I've ever known.  (It's all I ever WANT to know... I might add!)  I have always loved God and lived for him simply because I WANTED TO.   Nothing has changed....I STILL WANT TO!  I am, *to put it simply*....&lt;i&gt;in love&lt;/i&gt;.  In love with Jesus.  In all the years that I have lived for Him, I have NEVER EVEN CONSIDERED any other 'way'.  I am unapologetic about my 'lifestyle'.  In fact, I consider my 'lifestyle' a &lt;i&gt;privilege&lt;/i&gt;.  There are many before me that have walked this narrow path.  I value them and am so grateful for their faithfulness and commitment, and treasure the heritage that has been passed down to me.  I now am lovingly and proudly passing this treasure down to my children.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our political &lt;i&gt;and&lt;/i&gt; religious world today scream for &lt;i&gt;change&lt;/i&gt;.  So far the only 'change' Washington has brought, is a president and first lady that have no &lt;i&gt;respect&lt;/i&gt; or &lt;i&gt;understanding &lt;/i&gt;of the &lt;i&gt;sacredness&lt;/i&gt; of the highest office in our nation.  Their dress code, their references to our incredible country, and political stance, &lt;i&gt;scream&lt;/i&gt; and &lt;i&gt;prove their&lt;/i&gt; '&lt;i&gt;CHANGE'=EMINENT DESTRUCTION&lt;/i&gt;!!  We are being destroyed not from the 'outside', but from the 'inside'.  Is this same evolution taking place in the Apostolic world?  I say yes!  And lookout, because the &lt;i&gt;real damage&lt;/i&gt; is being dealt from the inside.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want any shortcuts or new plans.  I want what is tried and true and what I consider My Pearl of Great Price....just sayin'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-261828584141620829?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/261828584141620829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=261828584141620829' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/261828584141620829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/261828584141620829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/10/pondering.html' title='Pondering....'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6203560505579956390</id><published>2009-10-15T20:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T08:04:22.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To 'My Dream Come True'</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/StiLbQKtFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bqTnBfej0qA/s1600-h/IMG_9854.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/StiLbQKtFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bqTnBfej0qA/s200/IMG_9854.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393213854088763186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/StiKiV5nHhI/AAAAAAAAAPE/R6hLNP0FRHs/s1600-h/IMG_9694.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Sixteen years ago today, God gave me the desires of my heart....actually He gave me so much more than I ever dreamed of, in a beautiful little package we named Chantal Lorraine Bertram.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; God had called us to go on the evangelistic field, and we were selling our home and  EVERYTHING we owned.  Our family at the time, consisted of 2 of the most delightful boys you could ever ask for, and I was a very happy Mommy.  My deepest dream however, was to have a little girl.  At this very momentous time of our life,  surprising and delighting us, Chantal made her entrance into our world.  I remember crying and laughing in the delivery room telling my husband, the doctors and nurses, (like they didn't know already!)..."It's a girl!  God gave me my girl!  Oh I can't believe it!  DID YOU HEAR ME??? IT'S A GIRL!!!!  Thank you JESUS!!"  They gave me polite little nods and congratulations, but that didn't dissuade me.  I cried and laughed and gushed on.   What a total blast this little package brought to our home.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She was and still is the perfect balance.  She is not afraid of getting dirty, and is perfectly content in a jean skirt, cowboy boots, and a bun on her head....And she takes a backseat to no one when she gets all gussied up!  LOL  Tomboy, and Princess all in one package!   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I remember praying over her every time I would change her diaper, or feed her.  Thanking God for her, and asking God to keep His hand on her.  To protect her and give her a heart after Him.  My prayer has been answered.  I have watched this little Tomboy Princess turn into an incredible young lady.  She is one of our best altar workers.  She sings with anointing, and genuinely loves people.  She prays.  She is a real christian!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;With a grateful heart I write this....I know this is a public forum and others will read it, but there are 2 beautiful blue eyes that are my focus and this is written for those 'blues'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantal, you are my dream come true and oh so much more.  You have been nothing but a delight to your Dad and I and your 2 VERY protective brothers.(lol)  You have brought laughter, singing (all the time...), and such fun to our home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My wish for you is that you keep God first.  He WILL give you the desires of your heart....I know what I'm talking about....He did that for me!  I love you more than you will ever know.  Happy 'Sweet 16'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6203560505579956390?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6203560505579956390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6203560505579956390' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6203560505579956390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6203560505579956390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-birthday-to-my-dream-come-true.html' title='Happy Birthday To &apos;My Dream Come True&apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/StiLbQKtFzI/AAAAAAAAAPM/bqTnBfej0qA/s72-c/IMG_9854.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-94974977433413255</id><published>2009-09-17T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T02:27:03.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>David &amp; Chantal Singing 'The Prayer'</title><content type='html'>This is an audio clip of David and Chantal singing 'The Prayer' at Jonathan &amp;amp; Cynthia's wedding.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for letting a proud mama brag!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-d2e33f34b31ed9e6" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2e33f34b31ed9e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331929861%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63694BE36765B53CBE361AB933E2A5A6B949FD96.2962EF1A176471234274D50AE0D56AE217A75F29%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2e33f34b31ed9e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYMkeX1it62o2e2Mh6863ChskFGQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v12.nonxt4.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dd2e33f34b31ed9e6%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331929861%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D63694BE36765B53CBE361AB933E2A5A6B949FD96.2962EF1A176471234274D50AE0D56AE217A75F29%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dd2e33f34b31ed9e6%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DYMkeX1it62o2e2Mh6863ChskFGQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-94974977433413255?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/94974977433413255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=94974977433413255' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/94974977433413255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/94974977433413255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/09/david-chantal-singing-prayer.html' title='David &amp; Chantal Singing &apos;The Prayer&apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-8315946207298585667</id><published>2009-09-03T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T17:20:07.325-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Introducing.....Prince David</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SqBZkyRdHhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zJdwZ326_pM/s1600-h/Flower-Power-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SqBZkyRdHhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zJdwZ326_pM/s200/Flower-Power-1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5377396443585519122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This being a very 'transitional' time (Is that even a word?.....it is now!) in the Bertram household, with Jonathan married and out of  the house, it really got Chantal and I thinking....Here's what we came up with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have officially crowned David Hunter Bertram the 'Prince' of the house.  YES....he now holds the very royal spot that sits right next to the throne.  Thus he must be treated like the royalty that he is.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This last Sunday night (the very first night after the big coronation), when we came home from church,  Chantal (The Princess) and I were poised and ready.  When he entered the dining area we quickly sat him down and asked him what he wanted to eat...."ANYTHING, to the half of the kingdom is yours just ask"....and that he did.  We tirelessly served him his hearts delight.  Meanwhile the delight was ours.  Just to watch the little grin, huge dimples, and the chest expanding before our eyes was incredible fun.  I must say that the Prince is milking this one for all it's worth.  The Princess is working tirelessly in the kitchen granting the Prince his every wish.  (It is loads of cute!!!!)  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my opinion, the Prince is so worthy of this royal treatment.  He is nothing short of delightful.  He has the Queen and blonde little Princess wrapped around his handsome little finger.  However, the queen is now waiting for a new awareness to set in and be realized....The one that will occur with startling clarity,...the one when the Princess realizes her royal spot in the Kingdom, and has the Prince finally doting on her.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8315946207298585667?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8315946207298585667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8315946207298585667' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8315946207298585667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8315946207298585667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/09/introducingprince-david.html' title='Introducing.....Prince David'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SqBZkyRdHhI/AAAAAAAAAO0/zJdwZ326_pM/s72-c/Flower-Power-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4526153772132814640</id><published>2009-09-01T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-02T00:41:26.392-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WEDDING ALERT</title><content type='html'>Wow it has been ages since I have written on my blog.  I have so many friends and family all over the United States, and this blog was a way for them to keep connected to me....however, it's not as effective a tool for me to keep connected to them.  Thus Facebook.  I have neglected my blog, and have been staying connected to loved  ones via Facebook....It's more of a 'mutually satisfying' experience.  One problem being that EVERYONE does not have FB.  At my sons wedding (which I will talk about later on in this update) several friends and family (that are not FB converts yet) requested some blog updates....So here we go.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I probably should have went back and read what my latest blog entries were, so that I could be more informative, but I didn't.  (Too lazy I guess.)  So, I'll just pick up on the LATEST, BIGGEST, news in our family.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The most sentimental and HUGEST news in our family, is that my son Jonathan Paul Bertram is now a married man.  YEP!  I can hardly believe it, but it is true.  Jonathan married a precious girl from our church.  'Cynthia' is an incredibly beautiful and Godly young lady.  I am so proud of Jonathan's pick!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cynthia has been a part of FMT since she was about 10 or 11.  Something about Cynthia grabbed my heart.  (Those of you that know me well, know that 'maternal' blood flows in my veins in the healthiest form, and I just can't help it!)  I can't explain it, just can say that since she was very young, I would always 'look out' for her.  A mother's love from me was just hers, free for the taking.....and she did.  I often tell Jonathan that I fell in love with Cynthia before he did....I really did.  I have corrected many people in the last couple of weeks when they refer to my 'daughter-in-law'...I quickly tell them that I have no daughter-in-law.  I have 2 daughters.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was thrilled to share every wedding planning experience with my girl.  Many LA trips, David's Bridal trips....you name it.  What fun we had.... The bond becoming stronger and stronger.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All this said, there were many bitter/sweet sentimental moments.  Realizing that nothing would ever be the same.  The little guy that I lived to take care of, and put every part of my being into, would be leaving home forever...  The job of taking care of him would be passed on to someone else.  It wouldn't be mine.  Forever.....  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan has always had a special 'sense' with me.  I might be able to fool everyone else but never Jonathan.  He just knows when I'm sad or upset, ....  One night before he was married I was having one of these bitter/sweet sentimental moments, and didn't want anyone to see me cry...SO, knowing I wouldn't be missed (everyone was out with various events) I got in my car and just started driving.  I cried and cried driving the streets of Santee.  After about an hour my phone rings....guess who?!  (He made me so mad that night!...Can't a girl just cry her eyeballs out without all the commotion?  Drown her sorrows in a calorie filled milkshake or something without having to report to everyone?!)  "Mom are you alright?"  Trying to make my voice all 'sing-songy'.  "Of course I'm alright....I'm at Sonic getting a drink."  That 'sense' kicked in and he held on like a pit bull, and wouldn't let go until I was sobbing, hiccuping, and drooling all over the phone, telling him how hard it was for me to let go and let life take it's natural God elected course.  We had a very sweet talk,....talked about all our special dinners together, and just how special and dear our bond was to each of us.  He was so sweet, and the bitter tears turned sweet, as we talked and I cried, hiccuped, and felt like a nerd...but a nerd that was making the very necessary adjustments of the heart and soul, and the one helping me was that little boy that had turned into such a sweet, sensitive and incredible man.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am a grateful lady.  My first born has made the biggest step in his life, and he picked a little angel.  My heart is full of gratefulness and peace.  God has been so good to me!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4526153772132814640?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4526153772132814640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4526153772132814640' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4526153772132814640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4526153772132814640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/09/wedding-alert.html' title='WEDDING ALERT'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-1233073287710938128</id><published>2009-05-08T01:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T01:45:08.765-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Baby!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SgPxCAwmS9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/tBL3OJ-IETA/s1600-h/DSC00799.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SgPxCAwmS9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/tBL3OJ-IETA/s200/DSC00799.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5333371400602667986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I am celebrating the birthday of the LOVE OF MY LIFE....Happy Birthday Babe!!!!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Paul I am thankful for the man that you are.  You live what you preach.  You have integrity.  You are a hard worker.  You are a compassionate and strong leader.  You have been a wonderful Dad to our children, and an incredible husband to me.  I love the home we have created side by side, and  cherish the children we have so lovingly raised together.  Little did I know that a cowboy from Michigan would sweep me off my feet like you did....but I'm oh so glad you did!!!!  Looking forward to being by your side for MANY more birthdays to come.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Lorraine  :-)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-1233073287710938128?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/1233073287710938128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=1233073287710938128' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1233073287710938128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1233073287710938128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-birthday-baby.html' title='Happy Birthday Baby!!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SgPxCAwmS9I/AAAAAAAAAOk/tBL3OJ-IETA/s72-c/DSC00799.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-809229149721193880</id><published>2009-04-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T19:58:06.269-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan &amp; Cynthia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZvCXDIOFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZO4TwJnR6wQ/s1600-h/DSC01206_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZvCXDIOFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZO4TwJnR6wQ/s200/DSC01206_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329569295377119314" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZugg4hEpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ImNY3Tu5Slw/s1600-h/DSC01753_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZugg4hEpI/AAAAAAAAAOU/ImNY3Tu5Slw/s200/DSC01753_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329568713901413010" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZtw2DBhQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yy3ZuTqmQ1Q/s1600-h/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZtw2DBhQI/AAAAAAAAAOM/Yy3ZuTqmQ1Q/s200/get-attachment.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329567894948906242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My beautiful - soon to be - Daughter-in-law....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have had a special love in my heart for this young lady for many years, not knowing....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you Cynthia, and am so excited to welcome you into our family!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-809229149721193880?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/809229149721193880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=809229149721193880' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/809229149721193880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/809229149721193880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/04/jonathan-cynthia.html' title='Jonathan &amp; Cynthia'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfZvCXDIOFI/AAAAAAAAAOc/ZO4TwJnR6wQ/s72-c/DSC01206_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3274000047441421397</id><published>2009-04-25T23:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T00:18:49.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Love Him Forever...</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfQKN46RK_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oNHzrFmpOGM/s200/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328895492817497074" /&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfQKvQgcoLI/AAAAAAAAAOE/r3eMVC8EFAI/s200/DSC01745_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328896066087329970" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight is a very special night for my son Jonathan....Today he proposed marriage to a beautiful, sweet girl...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh how time flies....It was just 'yesterday' that I brought Jonathan Paul Bertram into this world.  Just 'yesterday' I held him in my arms and proclaimed him to be the most beautiful baby that ever was born.  Just 'yesterday' I took a long walk in the country with him and giggled at the tough manly way my little 2 year old did everything....Just 'yesterday' I went with him to get his first pair of glasses....yep, it was 'yesterday' the Doctor said Jonathan would have to wear an eye patch to help his vision, and I wore a patch over my eye too just to  make him feel like it was the 'cool' thing to do.  Yeah, and just 'yesterday' we went to 'Po Folks' ...our favorite hangout to be together just him and I, to talk.  Just...'yesterday'....In fact just 'yesterday', I sat you and David down after a brotherly squabble with your 'Jonathan and David' bible storybook, and went over again why it was that I named you 'Jonathan and David'...."Yep, they were the very best of friends"...and "that's what Momma wants you both to be."  Just 'yesterday' I would sit with you and help with homework, quizzing you before a test...At your high school touch football game 'yesterday' I screamed till my throat was raw and filled my camera to overflowing with pictures of you!  Yes, just 'yesterday' I sat on the floor alone in my room and wept as I filled out your graduation card.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jonathan, it seems like 'just yesterday', but it really wasn't 'yesterday'.  Many days, months, and years have passed.  You have valuably used this time to apply yourself.  To better yourself.  To have a real relationship with Jesus Christ.  You even have sacrificed your passions and career goals because you wanted to please God more than you wanted to please yourself.  Son, I am so proud of the man you have become. You are the epitome of  what a real man should be....Cynthia is a blessed girl.  You will be an incredible husband....and Daddy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All that said, this is how Mommas heart feels tonight.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Jonathan, I'll love you forever, I'll like you for always.  As long as I'm living, my baby you'll be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you son!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mom&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3274000047441421397?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3274000047441421397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3274000047441421397' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3274000047441421397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3274000047441421397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/04/ill-love-him-forever.html' title='I&apos;ll Love Him Forever...'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SfQKN46RK_I/AAAAAAAAAN8/oNHzrFmpOGM/s72-c/GetAttachment-1.aspx.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3233867858301063538</id><published>2009-04-22T10:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T17:12:28.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Guilty of Blog Neglect</title><content type='html'>It has been forever since I have posted on my blog!  I am definitely guilty of 'Blog Neglect'.  I'm sure in this world where no one is responsible or accountable for ANYthing they do, there is a more 'politically correct' way of saying that, but oh well...&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Life has been very busy for the Bertram family.  We have had two incredible girls from our church in and out of the hospital and undergoing very serious surgeries, and against all odds, we went ahead and did our Easter drama....and with just the busyness of everyday life....well, our household has been going non stop!!!! .  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Easter Drama was an INCREDIBLE success.  The best ever!!  Not only did we have a packed house at both showings, but both showings culminated in new people FLOODING the altars!!!!  Incredible altar calls!!!!  Thank you Jesus!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will be explaining the reason behind my blog neglect, and will have some more VERY interesting news to share real soon...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3233867858301063538?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3233867858301063538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3233867858301063538' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3233867858301063538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3233867858301063538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/04/guilty-of-blog-neglect.html' title='Guilty of Blog Neglect'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-391716163628018567</id><published>2009-02-26T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T17:34:19.201-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Home SWEET Home</title><content type='html'>Briana told her Doctors before and after surgery, "I will be going home on Wednesday."  Their comment to her was, "If all goes well, you will be home maybe on Friday."  Guess who was right?!&lt;div&gt;BRIANA!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briana and Jeanette got home yesterday late afternoon, dropped off their hospital 'stuff', and came right over to our house for a delicious home cooked meal, and an 'out of hospital celebration'!  We had a wonderful time being together, and celebrating another 'win' on this battlefront of cancer.  Our little girl is weathering the storm with extreme strength and unwavering faith.  She is eating VERY well, and giggles when we tease her about her bountiful appetite.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today Chantal went to Briana's house to spend the day with her (We can't pry those two apart lately!)  The bond that these two girls share is so beautiful and rare.  I love to just sit and watch them....it's the sweetest picture of real friendship you'll ever see!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Please continue to pray for Briana, as next week will be back to City of Hope for chemo and radiation.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-391716163628018567?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/391716163628018567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=391716163628018567' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/391716163628018567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/391716163628018567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/home-sweet-home.html' title='Home SWEET Home'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4513360992717968382</id><published>2009-02-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T07:54:43.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Update</title><content type='html'>I am so sorry that I have lagged....with Bri at the City of Hope in the LA area, the drive and dynamics have been a little different.  But GREAT news!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Surgery had been scheduled for late afternoon on Monday, but there was a cancellation, so by noon, Bri was already in surgery.  My husband and I, Chantal, Dad Hoffer, Tia, and little sister Morgan got the call, and raced up early in the morning.  Aunt Jackie and Mom Jeanette were already there, and Grandpa and Grandma Garrido met us all there.  Before surgery the Doctor asked Bri if she had any questions....her response was..."I don't have any questions, but I do have a request.  I want that breathing tube taken out of my mouth BEFORE I wake up!"  Well, that's exactly what happened.  They took the breathing tube out before she woke up, so she was a much happier camper this time waking up.  She continues to blow our mind....an hour after her THIRD brain surgery in 2 1/2 weeks, my husband and I are at her bed side and the THREE of us are TALKING and GIGGLING our heads off!!!!!!!!!  (Briana and I were confessing our sins to our Pastor and telling him how 2 days before we were playing FBI secret agents. (At the City of Hope hospital!)  Running down the halls (literally...yes me her 43 year old pastors wife and our other 2 famous agents Jonathan and Chantal....I will DO ANYTHING to brighten this childs life!!!!  ....besides it was a blast!  LOL)  our hands postured as guns in front of us-- hiding behind pillars, sneaking from one hiding place to another and LAUGHING OUR HEADS OFF!!!!  Johnny would bust through a door ahead of us, do a famous secret agent roll on the ground (you know to avoid flying bullets), make sure it was all clear for 'Nancy, Beth, and George', then we would proceed to find another pillar or hospital cabinet to hide behind...guns drawn of course.  We would get in a single file line holding on to each other like a little secret agent train and peak our four little heads around the corner, and make a bee line for our next destination.  (Never did we imagine that there are cameras all over the hospital, and that we probably had quite an audience!!!!)  Needless to say, my husband was quite enthralled with this latest escapade of his WIFE, kids, and little faithful saint.  (You'd think he'd get used to it after 25 years!)....Bri and I felt much relief as we confessed all!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briana has had QUITE AN APPETITE, and soon after surgery was wondering when they were going to feed her.  She was DESPERATE TO EAT....Later in the evening, I entered the room to the sound of more giggling.....Morgan was filming Chantal feeding Bri her first meal after surgery (yummy lemon jello)....why film that?  Because she was doing the "open your mouth for the airplane Bri Bri,  weeee wee weee here goes the airplane through the sky woooo wooooooo and laaaaannnndddsss in Bri's mouth...crash!!!"  Then tons more giggles as Bri tries to swallow the jello and giggle too.  Bri looked at us and said "I can't believe I'm doing this for jello!"  That evening, City of Hope ICU Ward, was bright with the sunshine of gratefulness and joy, and the beautiful sound of giggles and laughter.....THANK YOU JESUS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yesterday Bri was taking short little walks to the bathroom, eating TONS, and only needing Tylenol for pain.  THIS IS INCREDIBLE!!  SHE is insisting on coming home today....we will soon find out what the DOCTORS have to say.  Thank you so much for your prayers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4513360992717968382?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4513360992717968382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4513360992717968382' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4513360992717968382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4513360992717968382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgery-update.html' title='Surgery Update'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-8295593849295303497</id><published>2009-02-20T22:24:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:51:13.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Briana Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SZ-40MvdRPI/AAAAAAAAAKk/0qSn3dTPsEo/s1600-h/DSC01284.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SZ-4fY1EjOI/AAAAAAAAAKc/w8zR9p7ZAtw/s1600-h/DSC01233.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SZ-36-pH4WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/p1JBie9zb2E/s1600-h/DSC01288.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SZ-36-pH4WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/p1JBie9zb2E/s200/DSC01288.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305161109941510498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been 1 week since Briana got out of the hospital.   (Although it seems like so much longer.) &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Briana's Week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Briana got out of the hospital Valentines Day, and that evening was partying with my husband and I, Jonathan and Cynthia, Chantal, the Casias's and her sweet family.  We had a great time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bri's biggest wish was to be in church on Sunday......Briana had good church Sunday morning AND Sunday night.  (When people give wimpy excuses why they can't go to church, hit them with this...2 brain surgeries and days later in church - BOTH services!!!!)  It was so moving just watching her being wheeled into the doors.  God moved so strong, and I know He gave Bri more strength, meanwhile she inspired and blessed all of us who were just weeping and dancing with thankfulness and new found inspiration and faith.  What a day that was!!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Between services, Jonathan and Cynthia spent the day with Briana, making sure she ate well, and got some rest...the Hoffer's were entertaining another house full...everyone loves the Hoffers!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Monday evening, Amanda (a sweetie from church) was having a birthday party at a local restaurant for all the 'girls'....Chantal and I planned to go, (Amanda is my baby in the Lord - won her to God when she lived across the street from us.)...well, Monday afternoon, I get this call from our little Angel (who knows I can't say no to her).  She asks me if she can go with us to the party!!  It had been pouring down rain, and I was a little nervous, but WE DID IT!  Took the wheelchair, a big blanket, took meds with us, partied, and made some precious memories.  Bri was determined to be there for Amanda.  It was so cute to watch our brave little soldier, or should I say our brave little actress pretend like everything was just peachy....you know she didn't just have TWO brain surgeries days ago or anything!   Her vision is temporarily affected, and a lot of the time she sees double, but far be it from her to say a word.   Miss Independent DOESN'T ask for help. She was knocking stuff around, getting her sleeve in ranch dressing, and trying to camouflage the fact that she was covering one eye so that she didn't have to endure more than one of all of us--or make too big of a wreck of the table!  (We later had a huge giggle, when I told her I saw EVERYTHING, and was trying myself to be sneaky and intercept the carnage!  LOL  With Chantal on one side, and myself on the other, we managed to have a great time and EAT EVERYTHING IN SIGHT!!!!  I am SO not kidding!  The girl was an eating machine....and I was just so thrilled and beside myself excited to see her eat so heartily, I  was keeping right up with her and loving every minute of it!!!!&lt;div&gt;Tuesday morning Jeanette, Briana, and I made our way up the freeway to City of Hope to find out our next step in this journey.  We spent the day together and had a great time.  I will say this...I put my foot down, and told Miss Independent that it was time to not be so independent!!  (I did this when I found out that little Missy had fallen on her face the previous night getting ready for bed.)...So at lunch Bri let Jeanette and I escort her down the stairs at Spaghetti Factory....WHAT A GIRL!!!!  We met with Briana's Rhabdo Specialist Dr. Soto, and planned our next steps, and got back into town about 10pm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On Wednesday Bri got to see her Aunt Jackie.  What a great reunion this has been...how happy she has been to have her two Tia's around.  I might add that Chantal has not missed a minute of 'Bri time'.  I panicked  on Wednesday night when I called to check on them... just in time to hear 'Dr. Chantal (with an Australian accent I might add) talking to her 'patient', as she administered the antibiotic ointment to her head staples...YIKES!!!!  All I heard on the other end of the phone was an Australian accent, and tons of giggles.  Jeanette also taught Jonathan how to flush Bri's pic line....Jeanette is so CRAZY!!!!  Doesn't she know that these Bertram Doctors can't be trusted?!  Actually Momma Jeanette is making their day...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Currently:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bri was admitted to City of Hope on Thursday morning, as Dr. Soto decided at our Tuesday meeting would be the best way to coordinate our next step.  Dr. Soto ordered another MRI and evaluation, and has met with the Neurosurgeons that specialize with cancerous tumors.  What they have discovered, is that there is still a small piece of tumor left (almost an inch big), and because these tumors can be very aggressive, and have the ability to grow quickly, they have scheduled surgery to remove it this coming Monday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Through all of this Briana's spirits continue to be UP.  She hasn't wavered for one minute.  She has an incredible example in her dear parents.  Jeff and Jeanette are extraordinary in the way they have put their faith and total trust in God.  It is so beautiful to see them worship their way through this journey.  To watch them despite what they are going through, reaching out to the new ones in the church, praying with others, dancing, running the aisles, and saying with big grins on their faces..."We've got the victory".  What a family!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you for your continued prayers.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8295593849295303497?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8295593849295303497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8295593849295303497' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8295593849295303497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8295593849295303497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/briana-update.html' title='Briana Update'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SZ-36-pH4WI/AAAAAAAAAKU/p1JBie9zb2E/s72-c/DSC01288.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6609892454834246069</id><published>2009-02-14T11:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T12:20:48.247-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming Home Today!!</title><content type='html'>Briana is coming home today!  She has done very well recuperating from brain surgery, is eating well, and although very weak, is walking short distances.  What Bri wanted most was to be in church on Sunday, and that WILL now happen! &lt;div&gt; It has amazed me to see how many hospital personnel Bri has touched.  There are nurses, hospital office clerks, outpatient employees, janitors... the list goes on... these people are  constantly coming to her room to check on her.  Many were in tears when they found out about this latest setback.  One very classy lady that works close with Bri's Oncologist said she will be in church this Sunday Morning.  The Hoffer's have never questioned God as to why any of this has happened to their precious daughter, but what they have done during this whole journey is to try and touch EVERYONE they come in contact with....and I mean EVERYONE.  One of Briana's  visitors while she was in ICU, was a mother of a little boy they met when Bri first was diagnosed.  After a valiant fight, the little boy died a few months back in that same area of the hospital where Bri was, and although it was very difficult for this mother, when she heard about Briana she just had to come and visit her.  With tears in her eyes, and heart wrenching reminders everywhere she looked, she came to bring comfort and support to Bri and her parents.  The sweet sacrifice of this visit just made me cry. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bri has so many people that care for her and love her and I just want to mention them because they are so wonderful.  One of these people is her Aunt Angela, whom we all lovingly refer to as 'Tia'.  Tia has been such a blessing to the Hoffer family.  Tia is always there to care for Bri and Morgan, and just do anything that needs to be done.  (She is also real good at helping us all smile and laugh when we need it the most.)  Bri also has incredible grandparents.  Grandpa and Grandma Garrido are the sweetest people you will ever meet, and are so devoted to their family.  (Tia gets her sense of humor from them!)  Last but certainly not least is Grandma Red.  (This is Jeff's mom, and her nick name is derived from her beautiful red hair.)  Grandma Red is a wonderful grandmother.  Although she is also fighting cancer, her focus is Briana.   I also want to mention Auntie Jackie who Bri is SO EXCITED TO SEE THIS NEXT WEEK!!!!  It has been so hard on Aunt Jackie to live so far from Brianna during these times, but she so faithfully is on the phone checking on everyone, and praying...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday Bri has an appointment with Dr. Soto, her Rhabadomysarcoma specialist at City of Hope.  During this visit we will get direction on how to face our next battle.  Please continue to pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6609892454834246069?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6609892454834246069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6609892454834246069' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6609892454834246069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6609892454834246069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/coming-home-today.html' title='Coming Home Today!!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6668935285203186130</id><published>2009-02-10T14:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-10T15:10:52.266-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THANK YOU JESUS!!!!</title><content type='html'>French toast, fruit, and cereal.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This was the morning menu for our little 'Bannana' !!(As Chantal so lovingly refers to Briana as.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, 'Bananna' was moved out of ICU and onto the friendly Hemoc floor where all of the nurses and Doctors are like family to her.  Her request last night was a bean burrito from a Taco Shop that is close to the hospital, so we are making sure that today for dinner our little soldier goes 'Mexican'!  Oh how all of this just warms our hearts...to look back at Tuesday evening, with the Doctors reports that were so hopeless and  scary, and look today and see Bannana alive, walking (with help), talking, seeing, a mind that is 'whole', eating....all I can say is THANK YOU JESUS!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next step is now chemo and radiation treatments and a lot of rest.  Please continue to pray, as we can see, prayer changes things!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(If anyone would like to send the Hoffers any 'help', please email me, and I will give you their address. connielori@aol.com)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6668935285203186130?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6668935285203186130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6668935285203186130' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6668935285203186130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6668935285203186130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-jesus.html' title='THANK YOU JESUS!!!!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-85308483126729847</id><published>2009-02-09T16:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T17:14:44.096-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surgery Done!</title><content type='html'>Our girl Bri continues to amaze us.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The surgery was supposed to take up to 4 hours.....1 1/2 hours later we were summoned by the Neurosurgeon!!   All done!  The tumor was the size of a cue ball, but was safely removed.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chantal and I were able to be with her immediately, and she made us so happy...(she is going to beat me for telling this, but here goes).... The girl JUST GOT OUT OF MAJOR BRAIN SURGERY...she is supposed to be weak and asleep.....NO!!   She decided she wanted the breathing tube out!  Well, our little Supergirl was trying everything to get at the tubes.  Her strength amazed us and the nurses.  She even got a little 'ghetto', and tried to slyly kick Chantal in the head!!!!  HALLELUJAH!!!!  Our little brave soldier lives on!!  She moves, she fights, she tries to out smart and out maneuver us.  GO BRI!!  The nurses, Chantal, and I, had our mouths open, big grins on our faces, and I'm telling you what, I had to take off my jacket, and was still sweating, trying to keep her from all the yucky tubes.  Thank you Jesus!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hoffers thank you for all your prayers....More updates soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-85308483126729847?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/85308483126729847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=85308483126729847' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/85308483126729847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/85308483126729847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/surgery-done.html' title='Surgery Done!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4411456970411376676</id><published>2009-02-08T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T19:39:05.195-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Update</title><content type='html'>Today Bri is doing great.  She has been chug-a-lugging on Gatorade, and even ate some chicken noodle soup!!!!  Go Bri!  All her church friends came between church services,  so she has had her social time.  (Which is a MUST for Miss Social Butterfly.)  &lt;div&gt;She has also been telling all of us, AS WELL AS HER NURSES AND DOCTORS..."I'm out of here in a week."  ....Little Miss Priss is once again 'in charge'.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tuesday night Bri experienced vision problems  and headache that led to seizures.  The Doctors discovered that she had bleeding in her brain, that had caused these other problems.  Emergency surgery was done during the night to release the pressure caused by the bleeding, however, the cause of all this was a tumor.  Surgery tomorrow is to remove that tumor.  The surgery is scheduled for 7:30 a.m.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many have asked how they can help the Hoffer's during this time.  Their immediate needs are gas cards and food money.  These can be sent to the Hoffers home. (If you would like their address, email me at connielori@aol.com and I will forward it to you.)  Also, we&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;currently &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;setting up an account where donations can be sent for their incredibly huge medical expenses.  When we get this set up I will post the information.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Hoffers have read all of your sweet comments, and really appreciate your thoughts and prayers.    &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4411456970411376676?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4411456970411376676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4411456970411376676' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4411456970411376676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4411456970411376676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/sunday-update.html' title='Sunday Update'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4845632860588131373</id><published>2009-02-07T15:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T15:59:16.822-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Saturday Update</title><content type='html'>Today has made our hearts smile.  Bri is not only talking to us, but her take charge personality has made an appearance.  She is asking questions, keeping track of what we all are wearing, and asking the nurses and doctors how their families are doing!  This girl is amazing!  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She asked me "Momma B, what day is it?"  I told her, "It's Saturday"....she said, "Wow, the last few days sure have passed by fast!"....Then she preceded to warm my heart when she said, "The only thing I remember is you kissing my feet."  (Explanation- When she started responding by answering us with her cute little toes, I just couldn't help myself!!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Our next step is surgery, Monday morning at 7:30 a.m.  Please continue to pray for Bri.  Your comments and prayers give the Hoffers much comfort.  Thank you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4845632860588131373?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4845632860588131373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4845632860588131373' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4845632860588131373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4845632860588131373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/saturday-update.html' title='Saturday Update'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-772586726855403607</id><published>2009-02-06T12:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T12:28:30.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update - Briana</title><content type='html'>Briana is resting well.  They are taking her off the breathing machine this afternoon, which is GREAT because it means she is breathing on her own!  GO BRI!&lt;div&gt;She is responding to all of us by wiggling her toes, squeezing our hands, and nodding her head.  All these responses are small miracles and make our heart do happy flip flops.  Tonight we should get more information on further treatment.  Please keep praying for Briana, and family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-772586726855403607?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/772586726855403607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=772586726855403607' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/772586726855403607'/><link 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href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SYqg1OhWL4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1i0DHWJt9kw/s1600-h/IMG_0340_2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SYqg1OhWL4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1i0DHWJt9kw/s200/IMG_0340_2.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299224747846283138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me being goofy w/My Sweet Bri&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Many of you know Briana Hoffer.  She is a precious 15 year old girl in our church.  She is not only an extremely talented girl with an incredible personality, but she is a girl that has power with God.  She is an incredible christian.  She is also Chantal's best friend, our boys adopted little sister, and is like a daughter to my husband and I.   She and her parents are some of the spiritual pillars that hold up the foundation of our church.&lt;div&gt;A year and a half ago, Briana was diagnosed with cancer.  (Rhabadomysarcoma)  She has fought valiantly, and with incredible spirit and attitude.  Her unwavering trust in God, and her joyous spirit has inspired many near and far that know her story.  (caringbridge.org     ourgirlbri)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She has been doing extremely well, but had a very serious setback Tuesday Night.   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I am&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;asking everyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ne who reads my blog to please pray for Briana&lt;/span&gt;.  (With her parents permission, I will post updates on her condition here.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to leave any comments here for her or her family, I will pass them on to them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you so much.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8433840701465055958?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8433840701465055958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8433840701465055958' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8433840701465055958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8433840701465055958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/02/please-pray-for-our-sweetheart-briana.html' title='PLEASE PRAY for our Sweetheart Briana...'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SYqg1OhWL4I/AAAAAAAAAJ8/1i0DHWJt9kw/s72-c/IMG_0340_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-8232913702382496237</id><published>2009-01-28T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T23:41:34.869-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Everlasting Love...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Psalm 103:11...For as the heaven is high above the earth, so great is his mercy toward them that fear him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How beautiful is that?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The big news of the Bible is not that I love God, but that GOD LOVES ME.  God knows MY name.  His thoughts of me outnumber the sand on the shore.  I never leave His mind, or escape His sight, or flee His thoughts.  He sees the worst of me and loves me still.  He knows me better than I know myself and has reached His verdict...HE LOVES ME STILL.  He loves me with an everlasting love!!!!  This knowledge doesn't make me want to live my life carnally, taking advantage that His mercies are new every morning....NO.  This knowledge humbles me. Fills my eyes with tears, and makes me want to try all the harder to please HIM.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God is so INCREDIBLE!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8232913702382496237?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8232913702382496237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8232913702382496237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8232913702382496237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8232913702382496237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/everlasting-love.html' title='An Everlasting Love...'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-196585862026770530</id><published>2009-01-21T08:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T08:34:29.981-08:00</updated><title type='text'>'Twas The Month AFTER Christmas'</title><content type='html'>A girl in our church (Cute Tanya) sent this to me, and it was so 'relevant', I had to share it!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;Twas the month after christmas and all through the house, Nothing would fit me, not even a blouse.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;The cookies I'd nibbled, the chocolate I'd taste at the holiday parties had gone to my waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;When I got on the scales, there arose such a number!  When I walked to the store (less a walk than a lumber),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I remembered the marvelous meals I'd prepared;  The gravies and sauces and beef nicely rared,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;The wine and rum balls, the bread and the cheese, And the way I'd never said, "No thank you, please."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;As I dressed my self in my husband's old shirt, And prepared once again to do battle with dirt...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I said to myself, as I only can, "You can't spend all winter, disguised as a man!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;So, away with the last of the sour cream dip.  Get rid of the fruit cake, every cracker, and chip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;Every last bit of food that I like must be banished,  Till all the additional ounces have vanished.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I won't have a cookie, not even a lick.  I'll want only to chew on a long celery stick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I won't have hot biscuits, or corn bread, or pie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I'll munch on a carrot and quietly cry.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;I'm hungry, I'm lonesome, and life is a bore....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms'; "&gt;But isn't that what January is for?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-family: 'trebuchet ms';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Is that hilarious or what?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-196585862026770530?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/196585862026770530/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=196585862026770530' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/196585862026770530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/196585862026770530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/twas-month-after-christmas.html' title='&apos;Twas The Month AFTER Christmas&apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-1722377551056681624</id><published>2009-01-20T17:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T17:28:00.336-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Mountain Youth ROCK</title><content type='html'>As I was writing the post regarding our weekend at the Rialto Winter Retreat, it dawned on me that I have not ever written a post about the BEST YOUTH GROUP in the WORLD!!!!  Faith Mountain Youth!!!!!  My husband and I are SO thankful for the young people in our church.  They LOVE God PASSIONATELY.  They are REAL christians.   They truly make us proud!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;According to a recent Barna report, when asked to identify the most significant or challenging issues facing their teenagers, the #1 answer given by parents and youth workers, was peer pressure.  (I could have saved them the trouble, and told them that!! LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I speak to teenagers, I encourage them to TURN PEER PRESSURE AROUND.  Make the 'cool thing' living for God....I am so grateful to say that Faith Mountain Youth Group, well, they have their own ideas about what being 'cool' is!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The cool thing in our youth group&lt;/span&gt; is...... being on fire for God, going to youth prayer meetings every Wednesday night, dressing Godly AND cute, going to outreach every Saturday morning, getting together and praying at the church at all hours of the day or night, having ONE BIG clique (if you're attending our church, and your living for God...you're IN!), doing bible studies together, sitting in the front of ANY church service ANYWHERE, whether anyone else is worshipping or not, and worshipping passionately and wholeheartedly!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FMT Youth...Your worship, commitment and passion for God is so beautiful.  I wish young people around the world could be exposed to just 1 week with you...I know it would change their lives.  Thank you for being so dedicated.  You'll never know how your worship and faithfulness bless Pastor Bertram and I.  My love for you is so deep and so wide.   Keep being powerful, and striving for more of God's glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-1722377551056681624?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/1722377551056681624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=1722377551056681624' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1722377551056681624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1722377551056681624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/faith-mountain-youth-rock.html' title='Faith Mountain Youth ROCK'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6046161705185860268</id><published>2009-01-19T15:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-19T15:31:28.241-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rialto Winter Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:600px; 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We returned from preaching a youth retreat for Bro. Bookers church.  The location was about 45 minutes from Rialto, in the mountains....it was a really beautiful setting.  Snow covered the ground, beautiful mountains and forests, crisp air,... but for this sissy California girl, it was cold!&lt;br /&gt;The retreat was AWESOME.  We had a great time!!  Michael and Laura Barrier did such a great job putting this retreat together.  Their hospitality was second to none!!  (They are the most adorable couple...we just love them!!!!)  The Barrier's  had a great team of chaperones that we really enjoyed meeting and being with.&lt;br /&gt;Saturday I had the privilege of speaking to all the young ladies in a split session, and we had a great time.  (What a sweet and beautiful bunch of girls!!)&lt;br /&gt;I want to compliment these young people on their response to the word of God.  The altar calls were so powerful...everyone lingered, and God's presence was so real and beautiful.  (And the preaching was AWESOME!!!!  Good job babe!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all so much for everything.  We really enjoyed our time with you...you are a GREAT group of young people!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5637329732973383030?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5637329732973383030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5637329732973383030' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5637329732973383030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5637329732973383030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/ontario-youth-retreat.html' title='Ontario Youth Retreat'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3872320145427508501</id><published>2009-01-15T18:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T18:28:29.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rest of Story</title><content type='html'>In my last post I mentioned that our family brought in the new year at Conquerors Conference in Arizona.  Before I add a new post, I want to join Paul Harvey in 'finishing the story'...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we evangelized, we had the privilege of preaching for Paul and Debbie Connor in Tuscon, Arizona.  We fell in love with them and their sweet family and church.   Through the years we have seen them, and every time we are in the same room, we just seem to be drawn to them.  This trip was extra special in that they hosted the conference, and we got to see them and spend some time together.  This is a QUALITY family and church.  I was so touched to see that their kids are full of the Holy Ghost,  real christians, involved, and incredible!!!!  It was also wonderful seeing the Zomorano's (I love them so much!!) and it was great to see Delman Sansom, and his BEAUTIFUL family!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In this new year, I don't want to miss an opportunity to let people know how special they are...Thank you Paul and Debbie and church!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3872320145427508501?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3872320145427508501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3872320145427508501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3872320145427508501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3872320145427508501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/rest-of-story.html' title='The Rest of Story'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3663508810761372284</id><published>2009-01-06T23:53:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-06T23:53:19.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w385.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w385.photobucket.com/albums/oo299/connielori/0ab1d3c5.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo299/connielori/?action=view&amp;current=0ab1d3c5.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3663508810761372284?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3663508810761372284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3663508810761372284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3663508810761372284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3663508810761372284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4064561163770555112</id><published>2009-01-03T21:21:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T21:39:04.455-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conqueror's Conference Brought In our New Year</title><content type='html'>We just returned from Conqueror's Conference in Tucson, AZ.  We always love spending time with our friends from Arizona.  They  are really neat people!  Conqueror's Conference was AWESOME.  My favorite worship leader lead worship (My honey) on Thursday Night, and my favorite preacher preached the Friday Service (My honey).  It was INCREDIBLE!!!!  It was also really neat seeing my kids involved in this Conference.  On Friday night David preached in the 'Young Preacher's Pre-Service' spot, and I was very proud of him.  He did AWESOME!  Also, on Friday Night, Chantal did a solo with the mass choir....AWESOME!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights for the young people,  is the banquet on the last night.  It was so cute seeing the guys getting up the nerve, and asking the girls Dad, and then approaching the girls!  (Brought back many funny memories!!)  A restaurant is reserved, and the kids have a great time.  This was Chantal's first 'Conference Banquet' date.  It was so cute, Chantal's date Andrew was waiting outside of the restaurant with a corsage behind his back when she arrived.  (Thank you Andrew for being a perfect gentleman!)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all enjoyed being with our friends from AZ, making many more new ones, and bringing in the New Year at Conqueror's Conference!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4064561163770555112?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4064561163770555112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4064561163770555112' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4064561163770555112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4064561163770555112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2009/01/conquerors-conference-brought-in-our.html' title='Conqueror&apos;s Conference Brought In our New Year'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-7402820731016439463</id><published>2008-12-29T19:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:36:42.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w385.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w385.photobucket.com/albums/oo299/connielori/fe886ccd.pbw" height="360" width="480"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo299/connielori/?action=view&amp;current=fe886ccd.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-7402820731016439463?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/7402820731016439463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=7402820731016439463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7402820731016439463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7402820731016439463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/blog-post_29.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3949168673546707634</id><published>2008-12-29T19:01:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T19:35:46.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary Babe!</title><content type='html'>Twenty-four years ago today, I took vows to love and cherish  Paul Lee Bertram.  In sickness or in health, 'til death do us part.  Then I pledged my faithfulness to you.   I can't believe it has already been 24 years!!  WOW!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed to have you in my life...&lt;br /&gt;Thank you babe for being a man I can look up to.  Thank you for living what you preach.  Thank you for being an incredible Daddy.  Thank you for being a loving and thoughtful husband.  Thank you for being a hard worker.  Thank you for being a man of great character.  Thank you for being my best friend. (I still get butterflies in my tummy when you walk in the room.) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an incredible ride the last 24 years have been...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to the future..., living, loving, and attacking life with our arms and hearts all bunched up together!!!!  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3949168673546707634?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3949168673546707634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3949168673546707634' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3949168673546707634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3949168673546707634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-anniversary-babe.html' title='Happy Anniversary Babe!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3652154096696298888</id><published>2008-12-27T23:29:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:32:31.608-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Update</title><content type='html'>Scroll down for slideshows and latest post....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3652154096696298888?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3652154096696298888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3652154096696298888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3652154096696298888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3652154096696298888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/picture-update.html' title='Picture Update'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3045802761515082467</id><published>2008-12-27T23:29:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-27T23:29:02.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving '08'</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; 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Through it all, my little blond princess would start singing "These are the Special Times".   This VERY LONG post describes some special times we've experienced these last few days.  Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Evening Christmas Concert was a HUGE success!!  We did EVERYTHING.  Fun songs like 'Sleigh ride', with snow falling, and 'It's the Most Wonderful Time of the Year' (which was loads of fun).  David did an incredible piano solo of 'Silent Night', and we even had a time of comedy with Lakeside's own Sheriff and Deputy Duo, who got the audience involved and laughing their heads off.  After a huge variety of first class entertainment, the choir came marching in down every aisle in their red robes accompanied by Faith Mountains awesome band playing Kirk Franklin's 'Jesus is the Reasonnnnnah for the Season'.  After singing this Kirk Franklin 'groove', we sang Norman Hutchins' beautiful 'Emmanuel'.   Just when I thought these kids couldn't put out any more, they 'took it to church' with Whitney Houston's black gospel version of 'Joy to the World'....Well, my little blonde princess (Chantal) stepped out, opened her mouth, and SANG!!!!  Look out Whitney!  We ended the night with the lights out, 250 candles sweetly flickering, and our ladies group sang Avalon's, 'Light a Candle'.   What a beautiful evening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sweet couple in our church hosted our couples Christmas party, and it was incredible!  It was catered, and the food was AWESOME!!  We played games and had such a wonderful time.  When we got into a circle to play games, we had to keep adding chairs.   I was so touched seeing this HUGE circle of couples that God has given to us.  I remember when we needed just a few chairs...God is GOOD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A lady in our church asked me the other day "What is one thing you really want  for Christmas?"  I quickly, confidently, and truthfully said.."All I want is to have quality time with my family".  Nothing could have made me happier  than to have my sweet kids and my wonderful husband all giggling, hugging, and just being together.  That is EXACTLY what we did!!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of our special family Christmas excursions is going to Julian and watching 'A Christmas Carol'.  This play is INCREDIBLE, and of course the foot and a half of snow made the evening even more 'holiday-ish'.  We got something to eat and headed up the mountain early, and enjoyed watching the kids and Cynthia play in the snow.  After the play, David hadn't had enough of the snow, so we found a good spot, put the van lights on high beam, opened all the doors, turned the christmas music all the way up, and let the kids loose! Jonathan, David, Chantal, and Cynthia raced out into the snow and attacked it while Christmas music blared from our car at 11:00 p.m.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I informed our family that we would be making gingerbread houses this year.  I thought (and my blond princess agreed) that this would be a neat 'family time'  fun thing to do, and also we could deliver them to some of our church kids.  This idea was received with much scoffing, and groanings (probably not a word, but a perfect description).  I didn't let the negative nay-sayers discourage me, and I persevered.  Much to the boys (and my husbands) utter amazement, they actually REALLY enjoyed it.  In fact we found out that David is a WORLD CLASS gingerbread house maker/contractor!  It was hilarious!!!!  We spent as much time laughing at each other, as we did actually decorating these little masterpieces.  We then made the famous 'Bertram Crescents'.  It was another fabulously fun family event with flour EVERYWHERE...but boy were they ever simply de-lish!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas day was very relaxing and fun.  We woke up in the morning and opened gifts, and then I made a huge breakfast.  We played games, visited some special people, came home, had an incredible Christmas dinner (china, crystal, and goblets no less), played more games, and loved being together!  The next morning, we called some friends for another party, and said "come in your robes and slippers"....WHAT A BLAST!!!!  All day in our robes and slippers, playing games, eating, and enjoying &lt;br /&gt;'The Special Times.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I received the gift that  I asked for....and I'm so grateful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-2365477673512698443?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/2365477673512698443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=2365477673512698443' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2365477673512698443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2365477673512698443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/special-times.html' title='The &apos;Special Times&apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6052694133603054181</id><published>2008-12-19T23:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T23:22:31.638-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Concert</title><content type='html'>After rehearsing and rehearsing, this Sunday Evening will be the night of our first Christmas Concert.  Every year I have always done a musical play, but this year I wanted something fresh and different.  So, crazy goof-head that I am, I embark on yet another project.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are doing it all.  Quite the variety...fun songs, with snow falling, traditional, instrumentals, a special song sung by candlelight, than choir robes and going to church!  So cross your fingers for me, and know that I will be back to my care free, happy go lucky self about this time Sunday night....(when it's all over!!!  LOL)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're in the area, you are invited to attend!  (6:30 pm - faithmtn.org)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6052694133603054181?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6052694133603054181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6052694133603054181' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6052694133603054181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6052694133603054181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-concert.html' title='Christmas Concert'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4106715859017043871</id><published>2008-12-09T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T13:25:39.647-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Personal TomTom</title><content type='html'>Anybody that knows me well,  knows that I am...(well, let's put it politically correct)...I am 'directionally challenged'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mayo's (My brother and sis in law) were in LA on vacation,  so we met to just be together, and to SHOP!  Chantal and David,  Audrey and Zach  (Jonathan was on a hot date!  LOL)  went to Disneyland, while we (the old crusty parents) had a very enjoyable breakfast at  the Disney Grand Hotel, then embarked on a day at the Garment District in the City of Industry.   Ellen had never been there, and the guys went off to drink coffee, snack, and talk preacher talk.  SO, that left if up to ME to get myself and my cute SIL to all the GOOD shopping spots.  Very interesting it was.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the trip from our fun disney breakfast to the Garment district (we're talking TONS of traffic...took FOREVER to get there) my heart began a very rapid beating in my chest.  I was getting nervous.  Responsibility weighed heavily on me.  I am not in denial.  This lady knows that she lives in a constant state of LOST!  I couldn't disappoint my SIL and waste the day walking in circles....So, I had a very BRIGHT idea.  I called my personal tomtom Susan Hill.  LOL  It was hilarious.  Throughout the day...(all day long --no joke).  She sat faithfully by her phone, and took me step by step through the treacherous caverns of the Garment District.  "Okay Lorraine, are you stepping out of the store now?  Okay, take a left and walk a block.  When you see 11th, take a right"..."are you at 11th yet?  Okay start turning right.  Very good, you are doing good.  Now walk straight for 2 blocks, and when you see the McDonalds,..."  It was HILARIOUS!!!!  She is so very patient and sweet...and let me tell you, the girl knows her stuff.  So, I have to give a shout out to Susan, and thank her for saving the day.  We had a VERY successful day, found all the good spots, and came home with dislocated shoulders from all the bags we were carrying.&lt;br /&gt;We ended the evening with the whole Mayo and Bertram clans enjoying a scrumptious meal at Cheesecake Factory.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more day in the life and times of a directionally challenged female!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4106715859017043871?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4106715859017043871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4106715859017043871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4106715859017043871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4106715859017043871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/my-personal-tomtom.html' title='My Personal TomTom'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6311034911421040547</id><published>2008-12-03T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T00:06:45.202-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving,  Five Kernels of Corn, and a New Family Tradition</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving this year was extra special thanks to my husband.  He shared with us an important piece of our American History.  The First Thanksgiving.  He shared the first pilgrims struggle to survive, and the courage it took for these novice travelers to attempt an ocean voyage of 3,000 miles.  They arrived in New Plymouth during the winter.  Food was scarce, and they dug more graves than they built homes during this devastating time.  The food ran out, and the rations per person got down to 5 kernels of corn a day.  FIVE KERNELS OF CORN A DAY…per person!!!! &lt;br /&gt; Thereafter, it became a custom observed by the Plymouth colony, to start each Thanksgiving feast with 5 kernels of corn on their plate, so they would never forget how blessed they were to have the abundance they now enjoyed.  They would take turns and each family member would move the kernels of corn to the other side of their plate, as they thanked God for 5 things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This symbolic act of gratefulness moved me so much, that I requested that our family do it on Thanksgiving Day.  So began our new Thanksgiving Tradition.  What a special and very emotional experience it was.  I must admit that when my turn came, as I held those 5 kernels of corn in my hand, it became very hard for me to speak.  I have so much to be thankful for!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My husband shared this story with our church during his Thanksgiving message on the Tuesday Night before Thanksgiving, and had the ushers pass out 5 kernels of corn to everyone present.  &lt;br /&gt;We have since received many heart-warming reports from saints in the church who practiced this.  One story comes to mind of a little 5 year old girl, who started to weep sitting at the dinner table as she expressed her gratefulness, and passed those 5 kernels of corn to the other side of her plate.   Her family said that a very special and sacred feeling filled the room, and dinner waited as they all wept with gratefulness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this, on my kitchen windowpane sits a Ziploc bag that carries in it several kernels of corn.   Soon they will have a more ‘dignified’ home,…but I can promise you these special symbols will always be displayed in my home,  as a constant reminder of the importance of being Thankful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6311034911421040547?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6311034911421040547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6311034911421040547' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6311034911421040547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6311034911421040547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/12/thanksgiving-five-kernels-of-corn-and.html' title='Thanksgiving,  Five Kernels of Corn, and a New Family Tradition'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6256734844164925368</id><published>2008-11-26T12:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T12:15:16.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gearing up for THANKSGIVING</title><content type='html'>The last couple of days Chantal and I have been gearing up for Thanksgiving.  We have been baking and cooking, and baking and cooking some more!  (...the blasting Christmas music in the background is giving us endless energy to accomplish this grand mission!)  This year we are taking our Thanksgiving celebration to some local mountains, trees, and a lake.  Our motor home is arriving within the hour, and we are going to set out for some exciting family time!  (There is nothing I enjoy more than being with my incredible husband and delightful kids!)   I can't wait!!!!....My husband preached a beautiful 'Thanksgiving' sermon last night...I think I am going to use his thought for a new Thanksgiving tradition for our family....I will tell you about it in a later post. (It is so neat!)   I would like to wish my friends and family, and anyone else who happens to be reading this blog, a very blessed Thanksgiving.  We all have so much to be thankful for!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6256734844164925368?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6256734844164925368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6256734844164925368' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6256734844164925368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6256734844164925368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/gearing-up-for-thanksgiving.html' title='Gearing up for THANKSGIVING'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-7270584541089454710</id><published>2008-11-23T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T14:52:20.664-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye  AZ, and …Thank You.</title><content type='html'>We are driving home from a GREAT weekend in Scottsdale, Arizona.  What a wonderful time we had preaching for the Abbots.   They had quite a fun weekend planned, and we loved every minute of it!  Saturday Night they hosted a special youth service that was attended by many local churches and Pastors.  Everyone was so friendly, and we thoroughly enjoyed spending time with these great Pastors and wives!&lt;br /&gt;Sunday was one service (am), and then a special Thanksgiving Dinner was planned at a GORGEOUS country club.  It was a great day of fun and fellowship.  Everything was organized and executed so beautifully.  (All the way down to the fun planned by Bro. Jimmy!)  A special thank you to everyone who worked so hard to make it all happen!&lt;br /&gt;I am so IMPRESSED!!!!  I know that I cannot put into words how I really feel, but I’m going to give it my best shot..  &lt;br /&gt;The Abbots are such pure, sweet, REAL Christians, and it’s so apparent as you sit in their church services.  As we sat in the services, the spirit of God was so…..sweet and beautiful.  David Abbott Jr.  lead us in worship, (What an anointed worship leader he is!)  We sang songs like “God is so good to me”, and some other beautiful hymns .   As we sang, tears began to flow down my face.   As I looked around I saw my children David and Chantal being as touched and moved as I was.   I cannot tell you how thankful I felt. The more I see this world changing and ( sad to say ) the changing of many churches, the more  I long for my children to be in this kind of atmosphere.  ‘Cutting edge’ and ‘relevant’ don’t impress me.  Those words are the words used by empty vessels that need an excuse for what they cannot supply.  Give me what I felt this weekend.   Give my children what they felt, as they couldn’t help but weep in the purity of the ‘real thing’.  Thank you to the Abbotts for their incredible hospitality, but most of all,…we went there to be a blessing, and are driving home feeling like the blessed ones!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-7270584541089454710?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/7270584541089454710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=7270584541089454710' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7270584541089454710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7270584541089454710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-bye-az-and-thank-you.html' title='Good Bye  AZ, and …Thank You.'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-5215474939462908836</id><published>2008-11-15T23:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-15T23:45:04.265-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Traditions - "I never want to stop Mom"</title><content type='html'>Tonight was our annual Family Christmas Decorating Night.  When my husband and I were first married, we felt the need to start our very own personal family traditions, that included only us and our children.  So, when our children were itsy-bitsy, we began birthing these very important memory-making times.  One of them is our Annual Christmas decorating night.  Every year, I make a delish home cooked meal, (this year we went out to dinner in Alpine...) and we ALL decorate the house for Christmas.  After dinner while the aroma of baking cookies is floating around the house,we decorate to the sound of Christmas music turned up so loud the neighbors whistle to it!  LOL &lt;br /&gt;Have the decorations always looked picture perfect?  NO.  Would Martha Stewart want to hire our little decorators?  NO.  Would you trade your family-decorated Christmas house for a another?  NEVER!!&lt;br /&gt;This has been a night that has been so sweet and precious to me, and I knew my kids enjoyed it, but tonight I found out just how much....&lt;br /&gt;Jonathan (My 22 Year Old Son) said "Mom, I want to always do this". ('This' meaning the decorating tradition.)   I looked at him kind of funny and wondered why he would say that since we do it every year...I said, "Jonathan we do it every year"...He then looked at me and said..."No Mom, you don't understand.  I mean when all 3 of us get married and have kids, I want to still come home and help you and Dad decorate the house.  I never want to stop, Mom."  I am soooooo proud of myself.  I wanted to bawl right then and there.  I wanted to throw myself prostrate all over my handsome grown-man son, I wanted to slaver his whole face with Momma kisses, I wanted to tell him he just gave me the greatest gift a son could ever give a Mom!  Instead, I swallowed and blinked away the tears in my eyes and very proudly said, "That would be awesome Son."    &lt;br /&gt;What a lovely memory making night we had.  I am still feeling that warm and fuzzy feeling in my heart as I write this post.  Here's to never stopping Family Traditions!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5215474939462908836?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5215474939462908836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5215474939462908836' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5215474939462908836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5215474939462908836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/family-traditions-i-never-want-to-stop.html' title='Family Traditions - &quot;I never want to stop Mom&quot;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4536171819338714838</id><published>2008-11-11T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-11T22:43:57.104-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Car Wreck &amp; Christmas Rehearsals</title><content type='html'>After the choir practice I had tonight, I feel like I'VE been in a TRAIN wreck!!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No really, our latest 'happening' in the Bertram household, is a car accident, and Christmas rehearsals.  &lt;br /&gt;(Why I am pairing these two things together I have NO clue....just both on my mind I guess....and I'm goofy!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday David was in his first (and prayerfully only-ever) car accident.  Here is how he told the story.&lt;br /&gt;He was South bound on I-8 coming home from work, and had been feeling tired all day, when he 'zoned out'.  &lt;br /&gt;He was very rudely awakened by the steel bed of a big Ford truck as it came through his window and bonked &lt;br /&gt;him in the head.  (It being the perfect heighth with his head.)  His front windshield, and side mirror are now a thing &lt;br /&gt;of the past.  Also the side of his car has some new artwork in the form of dents and scratches.  MIRACULOUSLY &lt;br /&gt;my Lovey-Dovey (this is our name for each other) has NOT ONE scratch, bruise, or ANYTHING on him.  (Keep in mind, &lt;br /&gt;his whole windshield exploded in pieces at the point of impact, and the STEEL bed of the truck made direct contact.)  &lt;br /&gt;I am SO THANKFUL TO GOD for protecting David.  It could/should have been very serious.  But David has a God &lt;br /&gt;who with his angels watches over him.  THANK YOU PRECIOUS LORD!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is  funny, is that Chantal and I were out spending time together, and she received a text and picture message from David, that had a pic of the inside of a wrecked car.  The text said, "I was just in an accident on I-8."  Chantal and I got soooooo mad.  We thought he was playing a joke (Which Lovey-Dovey is famous for).  Chantal texted a very 'stinging' rebuke back to him from her and I, really putting him in his place...teaching him a thing or two about what you should and shouldn't tease about!!  LOL  Poor guy.  I must say that when we got home and saw him, the stinging rebuke was remembered no more, and he enjoyed the love and adoration of the 2 females of the household.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now about the train wreck....LOL  We are doing something TOTALLY different this year for Christmas.  Usually I put on a Christmas musical play.  This year I am putting together a 'Christmas Concert'.  I AM CERTIFIABLY CRAZY FOLKS!!!!  Oh my word.  I think this is going to be more work than the play!!!!  So please PRAY, that I won't lose my patience, my mind, or anything else 'lose-able' that I haven't thought of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another day in the life and times of......me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4536171819338714838?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4536171819338714838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4536171819338714838' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4536171819338714838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4536171819338714838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/car-wreck-christmas-rehearsals.html' title='A Car Wreck &amp; Christmas Rehearsals'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-8922752697511120539</id><published>2008-11-07T01:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T17:02:42.767-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WCC</title><content type='html'>We have made this conference a part of our lives every year for MANY years.  All the hard work and expense to put something like this together, is HUGE, and is not overlooked.  We are so thankful to Elder Morton and Truth Tabernacle for all they do to make this possible.  (I'm sure by the time this week is over, they all need a very well deserved vacation!)&lt;br /&gt;The services are great, and getting together with our Northern California friends is a TOTAL BLAST!!!!  I am having a great time giggling constantly with my GORGEOUS friend Christy Morton (She is one of the most beautiful females in pentecost!) &lt;br /&gt;Another sweet reason I love to come to WCC is Deanna Deatherage.  This lady is very special to me.  She is another pentecostal model, and is precious through and through.   (Now you know my secret....I make friends with the beauty queens....They make me look good!! LOL)&lt;br /&gt;...So although not terribly exciting, this is where I'm at and what I'm doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS&lt;br /&gt;Although I have been the recipient of scornful mocking this week, I blog on.  Rain, sleet or snow.  The blog has to be published.  As one great singer so passionately  sang...'You can rattle me shake me'......BUT you have not broken my will.  I WILL BLOG ON.&lt;br /&gt;(LOL)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8922752697511120539?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8922752697511120539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8922752697511120539' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8922752697511120539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8922752697511120539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/wcc.html' title='WCC'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4865549763992773497</id><published>2008-11-04T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T23:17:44.351-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday to my BEST BUD EVER!!! From your bestest bud, Chantal</title><content type='html'>I'm sure you all know what has transpired today, on November 4, 2008... an event that has changed lives. This day is of great importance to me, but not because it's the day a new president stepped into office.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 4, 1993, my best friend was born. &lt;br /&gt;Briana Danielle Hoffer is a beautiful young woman with extraordinary strength and faith. She is a girl who is a shining light and example to all those who cross her path. Many have looked to Briana though she may not realize it, as an example of what they would like their lives and spirits to mirror in times of trouble. A little over a year and a half ago, Briana was diagnosed with a rare form of cancer. The cancer was at stage four when discovered, and the tumor was located in the right region of her chest, squeezing her airway almost completely shut and at the same time squeezing a nerve. The squeezed nerve and airway caused her face to swell and her breathing to become very labored. Briana, though the doctor's reports were anything but encouraging, continued to let her light shine for all to see. People drew strength from her attitude, optimism, and faith. She and her family would speak to other patients and families going through much of the same difficulties they themselves were facing. they ministered to the hearts of those who were looking for some solid ground to stand on when disease, a silent and demanding intruder, invaded the seemingly impermeable lives they lived. Briana never sat down to feel pity for herself, but rather, took up the banner of a child of God who would serve in the most difficult of times. These are some of the reasons i admire Briana Danielle Hoffer the way I do. Briana and I are sisters, though not by any blood or family ties, but we are sisters of the heart. Briana and I have grown up together, sharing secrets like sisters, laughing like sisters, fighting like sisters, and living like sisters. Today I would like to honor her on her 15th  birthday, and let you all know what a wonderful friend she has been.&lt;br /&gt;Briana, &lt;br /&gt;You have been an incredible example to me. I love you with all my heart, and want to let you know that you mean the world to me. Nothing in the world can replace you. I hope the thoughts above gave you an idea of how much you mean to me. I want to wish you THE HAPPIEST birthday ever on this very special day! In you I have found a confidante, a model by which to shape my attitude and faith, and a very deep friendship. Thanks for being who you are, and I LOVE YOU TONS MY SISTERCHICK!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Mom thanks for letting me hijack your blog to honor my friend.=D. You're the BEST!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chantal Bertam&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4865549763992773497?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4865549763992773497/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4865549763992773497' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4865549763992773497'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4865549763992773497'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-to-my-best-bud-ever-from.html' title='Happy Birthday to my BEST BUD EVER!!! From your bestest bud, Chantal'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3981475421731852719</id><published>2008-11-01T00:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T01:18:59.529-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Call Me...'Republican Party Volunteer'</title><content type='html'>I don't know why I didn't think of it sooner.   What is wrong with me?!  I wait till a few days before the BIG election and get this bright idea..."I wonder if my 'party' needs any help?"  Better late than never I guess.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday morning I was busy doing errands when the 'lightbulb' went off.  (I'm always getting these 'bright' ideas, and take on 'another' thing to add to the gazillion things I aready do....but I must say, I'm so glad I did it!!!!)   I picked up my iphone, and immediately got the directions to the nearest Republican Party campaign office.  I walked in and asked if they needed any help.  The welcoming smiles and enthusiastic exclamations won me over, and the next thing I knew, I was sitting in a room with a bunch of strangers, a cricket cell phone in my hand, and a stack (a HUGE stack, *no exaggeration*)  of phone numbers to call.  My script went as follows...."Hi, my name is Lorraine, I am a republican party volunteer, and I am just calling you to remind you to vote on Tuesday November 4th.  Along with voting for John McCain, and YES on prop 8, I wanted to remind you that the polls close at 8 p.m..  Can we count on your vote this Tuesday?  Thank you for your time and have a FABulous day.  (The "FABulous day" part was my idea.  hehe)  I must have said that at least a thousand times.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although I was in a room with total strangers, I felt such a camaraderie.  We all had the same passion and mission.   At one point, a man who I later found out is a local store owner walked in and gave one of the ladies some money and said "Please take this money and buy everyone in this room lunch."  I was so moved as I looked around the room.  On one side of me an 'executive-type' well-dressed  man my age, on the other side a senior citizen female (Who must have had a bag of onions for lunch.  I was praying that Mr. Executive didn't think that was me!!),  on the other side of the table, two very well spoken college age guys intensely working.  In and out they came.  A mother with four kids came in, and while the mother and older daughter made phone calls, her three sons were putting together 'YES on 8' yard signs.  On and on I can go.  Through out the course of the day the 'volunteer' traffic never ceased.  As one volunteer would end their 'shift' another would come and take over.  I was VERY touched, and thankful.  With our corrupt media, sometimes it feels like no one else in the world has any morals!  These people ACTUALLY were doing what they could to stop the demoralization of our country!  Before the day was over I made a lot of new friends, and began to feel something stirring inside of me. These people gave me a gift. HOPE.   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Grounds for believing that something good can happen. &lt;/span&gt;This all may sound very dramatic.  (It's just in my nature  :)  No really....I am VERY patriotic, and this election has really had a profound effect on me....(and it's not even over!)  Okay, back to the 'hope' thing.  The old proverb is really true.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;it is human nature to always find fresh cause for optimism.&lt;/span&gt;  I really don't know if I 'found' it or these dear strangers found it and 'voluntarily' gave it to me,... I'm just thankful for the gift!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3981475421731852719?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3981475421731852719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3981475421731852719' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3981475421731852719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3981475421731852719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/11/call-merepublican-party-volunteer.html' title='Call Me...&apos;Republican Party Volunteer&apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-5400475265561467009</id><published>2008-10-29T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T23:09:52.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>' King of Sodom '</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;I got my hands on one of my husbands 'writings', and asked him if I could post it.  He has not proofread it yet, but I begged to just go ahead and put it up....Here it is.....&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;King Of Sodom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If we could transcend the constraints of time and space and simply move this election year into the realm of trends, philosophy and societal norms of previous nations --  Barak Obama with his declaration of what he thinks is morally acceptable and what he has pledged to do, would win a land slide election as KING OF SODOM!&lt;br /&gt;(The only civilization God single handedly wiped out for its banner sin, homosexuality.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Barak Obama has stated and supports:&lt;br /&gt;1. “I do not think that homosexuality is immoral”.&lt;br /&gt;2. Supports and has voted for same sex marriage.&lt;br /&gt;3. Supports changing the definition of marriage to include same sex…(and other unions?)&lt;br /&gt;4. Supports the grisly practice of partial-birth –abortion.  (Even up to full term – 40 weeks.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The APPALLING thing to consider is that so many people who consider themselves Christians are either voting for Obama, or considering voting for him.&lt;br /&gt;• Christians should never vote politics over righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;• Christians should never vote economics over righteousness&lt;br /&gt;• Christians should never vote party over righteousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BECAUSE Christians have a deeper understanding of the nature of the world in which we live, Christians understand that if God decides to bless a people, nothing in the world can stop it.  Christians also understand that if God decides to curse a people, then nothing can stop that either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let’s hope and pray that the people who are begotten by the word….echo those words.  Remember we are not of this world…we have a citizenship which is above…&lt;br /&gt;Everything that we do on earth should be a reflection of that which is in the heavens.&lt;br /&gt;Remember the Lords Prayer…Thy Kingdom Come they will be done on earth as it is in Heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE BIBLE SPEAKS ON NATIONAL ISSUES.  Therefore I speak!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 14:34  RIGHTEOUSNESS EXALTETH A NATION:  but sin is a reproach to any people&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 9:17   THE NATION THAT FORGETS GOD SHALL BE TURNED INTO HELL .   ‘The wicked shall be turned into hell, and all the nations that forget God.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Economics are important but not critical.&lt;br /&gt;Foreign policy is important but not critical&lt;br /&gt;RIGHTEOUSNESS IS BOTH, IMPORTANT AND CRITICAL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Apostle Paul rebuked certain Christians saying;  “Because of you the name of the Lord is blasphemed among the gentiles:.  To say one thing and practice quite another is fuel for the fires of the ungodly.  What are Christians supposed to be in the earth?  SALT.  Jesus said, “ye are the salt of the earth.:  Salt preserves.  Salt prevents ‘decay and rotting.  If the salt loses its savor (saltness) it is good for nothing.  GOOD FOR NOTHING BUT TO BE CAST OUT AND TRODDEN UNDER FOOT OF MEN.’&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:  Abraham would not even allow the King of Sodom to give him a gift.  “Oh that those who are the children of Abraham had the same depth of conviction and relationship.”  This is not about who will do what is best for me in this election…the earth is the Lord’s…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s about Righteousness !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indulge me while I borrow a modern quote and an everlasting truth…&lt;br /&gt;“It’s really not the stupid economy stupid…it’s…RIGHTEOUSNESS EXALTETH A NATION.”  Woe unto those who would vote into office the modern day…......KING OF SODOM&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5400475265561467009?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5400475265561467009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5400475265561467009' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5400475265561467009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5400475265561467009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/king-of-sodom.html' title='&apos; King of Sodom &apos;'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-7832123759529017231</id><published>2008-10-27T18:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-27T19:10:52.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>EmOtIoNs GoInG CrAzY  (Nov 4!)</title><content type='html'>With the elections so close, my emotions are best described as a 'roller coaster'.  One day I feel confident that there's no way our country is crazy enough to elect Obama, while the next day or even an hour later, my pulse races and fear grips me at the mere possibility.  &lt;br /&gt;I wonder how can anyone who calls their self patriotic and loves their country put it in Obama's hands?  How can anyone who calls their self a christian vote for someone whose belief system is so opposed to that of a God fearing person?  How can countless numbers of people be so ignorant and so foolish?  &lt;br /&gt;I have made a vow to myself that if Obama should win the election this next week, I am not going to 'loose it'.  I will look at it this way.   '&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;It's the beginning of the end&lt;/span&gt;'.  Pure and simple.  The BEGINNING of the END. &lt;br /&gt;I feel VERY STRONGLY that we MUST all get out and vote.  It is our responsibility.  However, should the outcome be our worst nightmare, I will look UP, and know that God's hand has got to be in it.....and pray, for our Lord to come quickly!&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the roller coaster rolls on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-7832123759529017231?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/7832123759529017231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=7832123759529017231' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7832123759529017231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/7832123759529017231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/emotions-going-crazy-nov-4.html' title='EmOtIoNs GoInG CrAzY  (Nov 4!)'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3714351968152101881</id><published>2008-10-16T22:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T22:55:58.332-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;embed width="448" height="361" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://i385.photobucket.com/remix/player.swf?videoURL=http%3A%2F%2Fvid385.photobucket.com%2Falbums%2Foo299%2Fconnielori%2Fd71cc022.pbr&amp;amp;hostname=stream385.photobucket.com"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3714351968152101881?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3714351968152101881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3714351968152101881' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3714351968152101881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3714351968152101881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-1528805409974794615</id><published>2008-10-16T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T21:24:36.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday To My Princess</title><content type='html'>Today we are celebrating my daughter Chantal’s 15th birthday.  I am feeling so many emotions.  Where have the years gone?  My baby girl is like a beautiful flower blooming in so many ways.  She oozes beauty and talent, and has an incredible personality, but what I am most proud of is her heart.  Chantal is a real Christian.   I watch her ‘work the altars’, and see an anointing and sensitivity way beyond her years.   I watch her go out of her way to make people feel comfortable and accepted.   &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Chantal has also learned what it is to be a real friend. When Chantal’s best friend Briana was diagnosed with stage 4 cancer, (caringbridge.org –ourgirlbri)  I watched Chantal step into a new dimension of friendship.  Chantal decided she was going to go through chemo with Briana the only way she could.  She wore bandanas for several months….EVERYWHERE.  Not just when she was with Bri, and not the ‘fashionable’ way with cute tendrils of hair falling out.  We’re talking NO HAIR SHOWING front or back.  (Her school office called us somewhat concerned until we explained.)  For hospital visits, Chantal would put pajamas under her street clothes, and the minute we stepped into the room, the clothes were off, and Chantal was in the hospital bed laying next to Briana, her only goal was to make her friend laugh for a little while.  When Briana had to go to LA for special treatments, and was not allowed to have any visitors, Chantal would do a computer video chat with Briana and dance and sing ‘their song’&lt;br /&gt;….L-O-V-E , her payoff and most coveted reward was the weak little grin and giggle she would see on the computer screen. &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I always wanted to have a daughter, and prayed and prayed for God to grant that request.  I must say He exceeded every expectation I ever had.  He gave me the most beautiful, incredible daughter any Mother could every wish to have.  I am so proud to honor my beautiful daughter Chantal on this very special day.  She is most definitely my pride and joy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-1528805409974794615?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/1528805409974794615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=1528805409974794615' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1528805409974794615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1528805409974794615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-to-my-princess.html' title='Happy Birthday To My Princess'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-8225645201895292686</id><published>2008-10-15T09:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T09:45:18.624-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wilbanks Visit</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:400px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" src="http://w385.photobucket.com/pbwidget.swf?pbwurl=http://w385.photobucket.com/albums/oo299/connielori/58ea4300.pbw" height="300" width="400"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photobucket.com/slideshows" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://s385.photobucket.com/albums/oo299/connielori/?action=view&amp;current=58ea4300.pbw" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pic.photobucket.com/slideshows/btn_viewallimages.gif" style="float:left;border-width: 0;" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8225645201895292686?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8225645201895292686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8225645201895292686' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8225645201895292686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8225645201895292686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/wilbanks-visit.html' title='Wilbanks Visit'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-2541155504739702363</id><published>2008-10-09T23:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T23:32:15.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Barack Hussein Obama.....Well, It's his name isn't it?!</title><content type='html'>Axelrod Told Us to Use His Name, So What's Wrong with Hussein?&lt;br /&gt;October 9, 2008&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEGIN TRANSCRIPT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH: The H-bomb has been dropped twice here in the last week by speakers who referred to Obama by his real name at McCain-Palin rallies.  Yesterday Bethlehem, Pennsylvania, Lehigh County GOP Chairman Bill Platt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLATT:  Think about how you'll feel on November 5th if you wake up in the morning and you see the news that Barack Obama, that Barack Hussein Obama is the president-elect of the United States of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH:  And it happened earlier in the week at a Palin rally in Estero, Florida, Lee County, Florida, Sheriff Mike Scott, and he is being investigated by law enforcement for this.  Yes.  He is being investigated by law enforcement for this comment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SCOTT:  On November 4th, let's leave Barack Hussein Obama wondering what happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH:  So the H-bomb dropped twice in the past week, therefore the libs, the Obama campaign up in arms about it.  Let's go to Tuesday night in Nashville after the debate, unidentified reporters talking to the Obama campaign manager, David Axelrod, and the first reporter said, "What did you think of McCain calling Obama 'that one'?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXELROD:  I thought that was odd.  I mean I --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:  Seem a little disrespectful?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXELROD:  Well, I'll let others decide.  I mean I think that people saw the debate --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:  Why was it odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXELROD:  Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REPORTER:  Why was it odd?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AXELROD:  Well, Senator Obama has a name, and generally you would expect opponents to use the name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH:  They are!  You said he's got a name, and so we're using his name, Barack Hussein Obama.  "You can't do that! You can't do that! How dare you?"  What's wrong with saying his name?  It's his name.  Getting awfully uptight here about things, aren't they?  Getting awfully uptight.  They see rallies far more excited than Obama rallies.  By the way, Chris Matthews apoplectic over the use of "Hussein" as a name for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MATTHEWS:  Yelling out from the crowd -- from the podium, from the stage, his name's Hussein, you don't want to wake up and know that the guy named Barack Hussein Obama is your president.  Very ethnic.  They're billing him as a furtive, dark figure of danger who's got connections with terrorists, who may get foreign money.  I mean it seems like they're building the case he's in a sleeper cell, practically.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RUSH:  I would endorse that theory.  What's not true about that, Chris?  What the hell's not true about that?  He's not a Manchurian Candidate, but clearly he's the guy that's put a pretty face on a bunch of far-leftist radicals who are going to work from the inside of this country to change it for the first time if he gets elected, you dope.&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Meanwhile we are thoroughly enjoying a visit from Jeremy, Von de Leigh, and bestest of all, Noah Wilbanks.  They are preaching special services for us this weekend.  I will post pics of some of our San Diego outings during their visit very soon!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-2541155504739702363?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/2541155504739702363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=2541155504739702363' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2541155504739702363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/2541155504739702363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/barack-hussein-obamawell-its-his-name.html' title='Barack Hussein Obama.....Well, It&apos;s his name isn&apos;t it?!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-5551641781466930159</id><published>2008-10-01T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-01T09:38:27.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPANISH - SPANISH - SPANISH</title><content type='html'>Our church, Faith Mountain is  a multi-cultural church.  We have white, black, cuban, mexican, puerto rican, spanish, asian, etc...  Being so close to the border, we have many spanish speaking people.   Our love for our spanish speaking people is HUGE. &lt;br /&gt;We have felt like they really need more than our english services to really be fulfilled, but at the same time haven't wanted to have a separate service, because they also love, and fit into our regular services.     ....So, we are working on an exciting 'mix'.  We are going to format our Wednesday Night service to be bilingual.   I have started a spanish praise team and choir, (That makes 3 choirs now!!!!)  and we are doing the 'authentic' stuff.  It is SO MUCH FUN, and it is so beautiful to see how these sweet people just during practice, get so 'into' it.  It really connects to the core of who they are like nothing else can.  Not to mention that I AM HAVING A TOTAL BLAST.  The upbeat stuff makes me want to get up and do a latin jig!  LOL&lt;br /&gt;So, 'Adios' for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-5551641781466930159?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/5551641781466930159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=5551641781466930159' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5551641781466930159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/5551641781466930159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/10/spanish-spanish-spanish.html' title='SPANISH - SPANISH - SPANISH'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-8396450077918652562</id><published>2008-09-23T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:52:49.045-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jonathan 22 !!</title><content type='html'>Thursday September 18th was our oldest son Jonathan's 22nd birthday.  I can't believe I have a son that old!  To celebrate, his 4 favorite ladies took him out to dinner.  (Myself, Chantal, Briana, and Cynthia....Paul and David are still gone slaying giants! lOl)  We decided to do something different, so middle eastern cuisine is what we picked.  We enjoyed the atmosphere, delicious food, and ate under the tent of an Ancient Arabian King.  It was quite a neat experience.  Chantal had made Jonathan a birthday cake, and so after dinner we went to the beach and ate birthday cake under the stars, and enjoyed the sights and smells of the ocean.  (Only in San Diego!!!!)  &lt;br /&gt;I am so proud and thankful for Jonathan.  He has been nothing but a delight and blessing to us.  He is very smart, a very hardworker, he loves God, and is a PERFECT gentleman!  I am so proud of the man Jonathan has become.  Happy Birthday Jonathan, mom loves you!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-8396450077918652562?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/8396450077918652562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=8396450077918652562' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8396450077918652562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/8396450077918652562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/jonathan-22.html' title='Jonathan 22 !!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-7334223917713972291</id><published>2008-09-23T21:31:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:31:34.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jonathan</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:480px; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SNIKV0AGZLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fuEdsNS2EW0/s320/DSC_0022.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247267885692642482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I must not let another day pass without acknowledging a VERY important event in the life of my  'Lovey-Dovey' son David.  &lt;div&gt;The day finally arrived folks, David 'Hunter' Bertram is on the 'big hunt' as we speak.  There is a form of incredible relief in the fact that the day has finally arrived!!  Jonathan, Chantal, and I have valiantly tried our very best to smile graciously at David's continuous (no joke) CONTINUOUS, reference to the 'big' hunt.  David has lived and breathed the arrival of this monumental hunt.  That is ALL he has talked about.  We have lived with, (literally woke to and went to sleep to) the sound of the Elk Caller bellowing at feverish pitches.  We have tripped on mounds of camo, and bow cases, and graciously 'oohed' and 'aahed', through every celebratory opening of yet another delivered box of Cabela merchandise.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, my two handsome hunters (Paul and David) departed Sunday Night after church, to the sounds of the youth group chanting "We want meat, We want meat, We want meat", towing a trailer full of empty ice chests and tons of hunting gear.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are in La Grande Oregon with Jess Parker (The Pro Elk Hunter!),  and I know they are having the time of their lives!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Although this post is poking fun at my handsome Hunter guy, I must say I am so excited for him!  I hope he gets the hugest most massive Elk that Oregon has ever seen!  (He really is quite the shot!)  Go get em David, Mom loves you and is cheering you on!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6870477255375503351?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6870477255375503351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6870477255375503351' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6870477255375503351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6870477255375503351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/big-hunt.html' title='The &apos;Big&apos; Hunt'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/SNIKV0AGZLI/AAAAAAAAAEU/fuEdsNS2EW0/s72-c/DSC_0022.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-1668637941634356842</id><published>2008-09-13T23:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T00:06:59.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Will Turn Your Stomach!</title><content type='html'>While unwinding tonight, I ran across Jana Allard's blog.   I must say what I read got my blood pumping more than the mile walk I took earlier.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Washington Post published a cartoon that is VERY OFFENSIVE.  They are making fun of Sarah Palin's religion, and went WAY TOO FAR.  Things that I hold very sacred have been blasphemed, and I think that there should be a thunderous cry heard all over the nation, from God fearing people.  I am passing this information along because it so disturbed me, and I want to give my friends and family a chance to contact the Post and complain. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The artist is Pat Oliphant and the cartoon apparently ran in today's paper, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;9-10-08.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;http://wpcomics.washingtonpost.com/client/wpc/po/2008/09/09/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Below are Washington Post email addresses;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Arial;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:CEO-CarolineLittle@wpni.com" href="mailto:CEO-CarolineLittle@wpni.com" rel="nofollow" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: default; "&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 11px; "&gt;&lt;a title="mailto:CEO-CarolineLittle@wpni.com" href="mailto:CEO-CarolineLittle@wpni.com" rel="nofollow" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" style="text-decoration: underline; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: default; "&gt;CEO-CarolineLittle@wpni.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a title="mailto:executive.editor@washingtonpost.com" href="mailto:executive.editor@washingtonpost.com" rel="nofollow" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: default; "&gt;executive.editor@washingtonpost.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a title="mailto:VP-Sales-Ads@wpni.com" href="mailto:VP-Sales-Ads@wpni.com" rel="nofollow" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: default; "&gt;VP-Sales-Ads@wpni.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a title="mailto:VP-Classifieds-LocalProducts@wpni.com" href="mailto:VP-Classifieds-LocalProducts@wpni.com" rel="nofollow" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: default; "&gt;VP-Classifieds-LocalProducts@wpni.com&lt;/a&gt;; &lt;a title="mailto:ombudsman@washpost.com" href="mailto:ombudsman@washpost.com" rel="nofollow" onclick="onClickUnsafeLink(event);" style="text-decoration: none; color: rgb(0, 104, 207); cursor: default; "&gt;ombudsman@washpost.com&lt;/a&gt;;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-1668637941634356842?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/1668637941634356842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=1668637941634356842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1668637941634356842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/1668637941634356842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/this-will-turn-your-stomach.html' title='This Will Turn Your Stomach!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-6466932430672825676</id><published>2008-09-11T20:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T21:35:32.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never Forget This Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"A country without a memory is a country of madmen."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;George Santayana&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are some things best left forgotten.  There are other things that we must never forget. One of these things is September 11th, 2001.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We live in a country that will forever be impacted by what a few very evil men did.   These men  took many years, and were very patient.  They schemed, planned, and followed through with their hate filled plot.  They changed countless lives, and left thousands of people with grief stricken holes in their hearts because their loved ones would forever be absent from their arms.  Not to mention the constant turmoil of wondering just how much did that love one suffer before he or she died.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Later, while the wound of this tragedy was still so fresh...other evil people who live in our great country, but are loyal to these violent radicals, danced in the streets.  OUR streets..... hate-mongers, celebrating the demise of OUR very own.  Let me add....a 'few' evil men followed through...(And no they are NOT now enjoying the company of 70 virgins!), but there are SCORES of these evil people &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;who live only&lt;/span&gt; to plan the destruction of you and I, and our friends and family....and every other human being that does not believe like they do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The reason why we must NEVER forget.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If we forget, we just might vote a man into the highest and most powerful office in our country, where we can be &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;destroyed from within&lt;/span&gt;.  A man who has put leaders and mentors in his life (Followed them for 23 years!), who HATE OUR COUNTRY.  A man who WOULD NOT, let me repeat, WOULD NOT put his hand on his heart to salute our flag while the Pledge Of Allegiance was being recited.  A man that every evidence proves, has embraced the Muslim religion as his own.  We vote &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; in to lead &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;our&lt;/span&gt; country?!   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Have we turned into 'MADMEN'?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am so thankful that I was born in this great country.  When I salute the flag, and recite the 'Pledge of Allegiance', or hear a patriotic song sung, tears never fail to fill my eyes.  I LOVE MY COUNTRY.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, today I am doing some 'reflecting', and thanking God for my country.  I'm taking the time to 'remember' what we have, and realizing how easily it can be taken away....in the end, by our very own,... if we are '&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;without a memory'&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-6466932430672825676?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/6466932430672825676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=6466932430672825676' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6466932430672825676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/6466932430672825676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/never-forget-this-day.html' title='Never Forget This Day'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-3119630518007685328</id><published>2008-09-07T22:05:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T22:13:14.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dynamic Preaching!!!!</title><content type='html'>Today was a day filled with powerful preaching!  I am so thankful for my husband, who is a Man of God &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ALL OF THE TIME&lt;/span&gt;!!!!    His powerful preaching doesn't end when he leaves the pulpit.  He LIVES WHAT HE PREACHES!!!!  Today as I sat and listened to him preach, I felt such a deep feeling of gratefulness.  Thank you Lord for my Pastor and husband who feeds me your word and earns my respect!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-3119630518007685328?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/3119630518007685328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=3119630518007685328' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3119630518007685328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/3119630518007685328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/dynamic-preaching.html' title='Dynamic Preaching!!!!'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-901653973565666488</id><published>2008-09-06T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T21:39:16.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spending Time w/People That I Love</title><content type='html'>I am so glad I have friends like Lori Domingues and Susan Hill.  One call, and they dropped everything, and we all escaped life for a few days.  What a great time at the Garment District, the incredible Manicotti, and talking till 5 am.....memories that we will always cherish.  Speaking of 'Cherish'....I enjoyed my time spent with this little doll.  She has a very tender heart with what 'Jesus likes'!! .....We were at DSW shopping and they have huge TV screens.  She (Cherish)  wanted to sit in the very comfortable leather chairs that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;just happened&lt;/span&gt; to be in front of the TV screen.  She was with me, and I said "We can't sit there because &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic; "&gt;Jesus doesn't like that".  &lt;/span&gt; Her eyes got very big, and she really seemed to accept that.  A few minutes later, Susan was in a different part of the store that had another leather chair (no TV's near), and Cherish in a very 'anointed' tone pointed at the chair and said "Mommy, Jesus doesn't like that."  We cracked up!!  She thought I meant the leather chair!!!!   Aunt Lorraine then took Cherish by the hand and walked to the screens and made real clear what Jesus really doesn't like!!!!  LOL&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After enjoying my friends that I love very much, I was fortunate enough to be able to spend a WHOLE day with my boyfriend!  We spent all day today just being together, and I always love those times.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Lori, Susan, Cherish, and my boyfriend Paul for a very special week!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-901653973565666488?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/901653973565666488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=901653973565666488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/901653973565666488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/901653973565666488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/spending-time-wpeople-that-i-love.html' title='Spending Time w/People That I Love'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6809707398087794866.post-4547382757921235571</id><published>2008-09-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T11:06:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Started</title><content type='html'>I've finally taken the big leap!!!  I have a blog!!  I'm still learning and have my faithful friend Lori Domingues showing me all the ropes.  I will soon be a PRO blogger!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6809707398087794866-4547382757921235571?l=lorrainebertram.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/feeds/4547382757921235571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6809707398087794866&amp;postID=4547382757921235571' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4547382757921235571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6809707398087794866/posts/default/4547382757921235571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lorrainebertram.blogspot.com/2008/09/getting-started.html' title='Getting Started'/><author><name>Lorraine Bertram</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14245369663170074433</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_fJtrlL468qw/TIfAGeY0z3I/AAAAAAAAAQ0/giswWF8RcnQ/S220/_MG_9255.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
