<?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-3810080104318348277</id><updated>2012-02-11T14:58:54.908-05:00</updated><category term='person you should know'/><category term='friday'/><category term='9/11'/><category term='homes of hope'/><category term='addiction'/><category term='selfishness'/><category term='blessed'/><category term='ratatouille'/><category term='ohio'/><category term='weight loss'/><category term='books'/><category term='the nines'/><category term='community'/><category term='homeless'/><category term='depression'/><category term='leadership'/><category term='west virginia'/><category term='hope'/><category term='parents'/><category term='recipe'/><category term='emotions'/><category term='blessings'/><category term='knitting'/><category term='butter pecan bars'/><category term='conversations'/><category term='church'/><category term='redemption'/><category term='food'/><category term='life change'/><category term='suicide'/><category term='family'/><category term='betty crocker'/><category term='seasons'/><category term='book review'/><category term='husband'/><category term='poetry'/><category term='breaking point'/><category term='soup kitchen'/><category term='friendships'/><category term='mcdowell county'/><category term='selflessness'/><category term='recipes'/><category term='snow'/><category term='overwhelmed'/><category term='outreach'/><category term='wednesday'/><title type='text'>The Ramblings of Denise Dilley</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-560244667856988719</id><published>2011-12-08T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T01:33:44.049-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='depression'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redemption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='suicide'/><title type='text'>Life, In Spite of Me: A Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDN7zlLPZJY/TuBAxIwg8fI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ai9k0pemvR8/s1600/imagesCATAZ8S0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDN7zlLPZJY/TuBAxIwg8fI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ai9k0pemvR8/s1600/imagesCATAZ8S0.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Life, In Spite of Me&lt;/em&gt; is the remarkable&amp;nbsp;true&amp;nbsp;story of Kristen Jane Anderson's journey through depression, rape, attempted suicide, chronic pain, and extraordinary hope.&amp;nbsp; At seventeen, Kristen found herself so deeply rooted in depression that she laid down on a set of train tracks, waiting for her life to end.&amp;nbsp; What happened next was nothing short of a miracle, and the beginning of an extraordinary journey of hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen shares her story openly and honestly.&amp;nbsp; It is raw and emotional at times, but filled with incredible beauty.&amp;nbsp; Throughout the pages, Kristen gives intimate glimpses into her daily struggles as she still wants to die yet continues to live.&amp;nbsp; But the most incredible part of her story is how God creates beauty out of the ashes of Kristen's life.&amp;nbsp; While Kristen intended to end her life, God saved her life, redeemed it, and gave her a hope and purpose far beyond what she could have ever imagined!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I read Kristen's story, I was reminded of my own.&amp;nbsp; At sixteen, I too struggled with depression and suicidal thoughts.&amp;nbsp; Thankfully I had encouraging family and friends who walked with me through the dark times.&amp;nbsp; Even more, I'm thankful that God was with me and showed me early on that He had a plan and purpose for my life.&amp;nbsp; As an adult, Kristen's story encouraged me to continue to trust God in the midst of living with a spouse who is bi-polar (manic-depressive).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kristen's story is beautiful, hopeful, and encouraging.&amp;nbsp; I would highly recommend her story to anyone who has a teen or other loved one who might be struggling with depression or suicidal thoughts.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scribd.com/doc/36311584/Life-in-Spite-of-Me-by-Kristen-Jane-Anderson-Chapter-1"&gt;Read an excerpt from &lt;em&gt;Life, In Spite of Me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;Disclaimer: I received this book for free from WaterBrook Multnomah Publishing Group for this review.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.bloggingforbooks.org/"&gt;&lt;img border="0" mda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-CdhAFt-mVQY/TuBYKdg_a6I/AAAAAAAAALI/CTplP7hh5HI/s1600/120x60.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&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/3810080104318348277-560244667856988719?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/560244667856988719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=560244667856988719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/560244667856988719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/560244667856988719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/12/life-in-spite-of-me-book-review.html' title='Life, In Spite of Me: A Book Review'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eDN7zlLPZJY/TuBAxIwg8fI/AAAAAAAAALA/Ai9k0pemvR8/s72-c/imagesCATAZ8S0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-3772289671418891823</id><published>2011-11-07T22:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-07T22:34:57.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='soup kitchen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outreach'/><title type='text'>Soup Kitchen: An Ongoing Outreach</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AFJZHux-gE/TriaAhDKqNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VwxwuC8Nce8/s1600/soupkitchen.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AFJZHux-gE/TriaAhDKqNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VwxwuC8Nce8/s1600/soupkitchen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;As a missionary in Chicago, I was involved in a variety of outreaches.&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite outreaches was working with the homeless and serving at a soup kitchen.&amp;nbsp; When God called me back home, one of the things I missed was serving at the soup kitchen.&amp;nbsp; I began looking for opportunities around my hometown to serve.&amp;nbsp; I searched the newspapers for ministries or churches that were already helping the poor.&amp;nbsp; During my search, I&amp;nbsp;found a group of Methodist churches that fed the hungry on a regular basis.&amp;nbsp; So I called around and asked if I could volunteer.&amp;nbsp; One of the churches agreed to let me help, and eventually agreed to let my church coordinate&amp;nbsp; and serve at the soup kitchen regularly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are so many reasons why I absolutely LOVE serving at the soup kitchen.&amp;nbsp; One reason is because it's a simple way to meet a practical need.&amp;nbsp; But the real reason is because it gives me the opportunity to get to know some pretty amazing people!!&amp;nbsp; It's taken a while, but real relationships are being built between the folks who serve and those who eat at the soup kitchen.&amp;nbsp; In the past couple of months, I've gotten to know two sisters - Jane &amp;amp; Edna.*&amp;nbsp; These two women have hard lives, but they have incredible, humbling faith.&amp;nbsp; Despite the heartache that Edna is facing in her marriage &amp;amp; with her youngest son, she holds onto Jesus with a child-like faith.&amp;nbsp; She trusts that He answers prayer.&amp;nbsp; And He does answer her prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past month was my husband's first time serving at the soup kitchen.&amp;nbsp; Together, we had a chance to get to know Shawn.*&amp;nbsp; Shawn shared with my husband &amp;amp; I that he&amp;nbsp;is homeless.&amp;nbsp; He lives, most days, behind a grocery store downtown.&amp;nbsp; On cold nights, he drinks to stay warm.&amp;nbsp; Sometimes, like this past Halloween, he gets drunk enough to get arrested so he has a roof over his head at night.&amp;nbsp; Shawn believes in God, and even calls himself "apostle."&amp;nbsp; He's friendly with many pastors around town.&amp;nbsp; Whether or not Shawn knows God, I have no idea.&amp;nbsp; But I know that God knows Shawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I like to think that I'm making a difference in the lives of the folks that come to the soup kitchen.&amp;nbsp; The truth is, they're changing me.&amp;nbsp; Jane, Edna, and Steve remind me of God's love and faithfulness.&amp;nbsp; They remind me to hold on to Jesus during my tough times, because He loves me and will hold my hand through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever helped out at a soup kitchen?&amp;nbsp; What was your experience like as you interacted with the folks who attended?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*names changed to protect identity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-3772289671418891823?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3772289671418891823/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=3772289671418891823' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3772289671418891823'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3772289671418891823'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/11/soup-kitchen-ongoing-outreach.html' title='Soup Kitchen: An Ongoing Outreach'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_AFJZHux-gE/TriaAhDKqNI/AAAAAAAAAK4/VwxwuC8Nce8/s72-c/soupkitchen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-3550894173414237043</id><published>2011-11-05T01:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-05T01:18:13.330-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='book review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='redemption'/><title type='text'>Save Me From Myself: A Book Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YjxoNjI_5k/TrSjQB2hadI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRx8RLeHVqo/s1600/savemefrommyselfcover.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ida="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YjxoNjI_5k/TrSjQB2hadI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRx8RLeHVqo/s1600/savemefrommyselfcover.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;Save Me From Myself&lt;/em&gt; is the engaging true story of Brian "Head" Welch, the former lead guitarist of Korn.&amp;nbsp; At the peak of the band's career, Brian leaves with little explanation to his bandmates, family, friends, and fans.&amp;nbsp; Many are stunned to hear of his leaving, and many more are astounded when they learn the truth of his leaving - Brian had found God.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book begins with Brian telling us about his&amp;nbsp;youth, and the drug-induced journey he takes through life, love, and music.&amp;nbsp; It's a story you'd expect to hear from a rock n roll god - especially the sex and drugs.&amp;nbsp; But his journey is uniquely different, as he captures the beauty of redemption.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Brian's&amp;nbsp;life is changed as he is pursued by a relentless God, setting him free from addiction, and&amp;nbsp;giving his life new meaning.&amp;nbsp; All told in a personable, relatable way, Brian hopes his story "save a lot of people from going down the same roads of destruction" that he traveled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I was never a big fan of Korn, their music was frequently played on one of my favorite radio stations during the 90s.&amp;nbsp; I knew their songs, liked their style, and felt they related to my generation.&amp;nbsp; Even though Brian's story is a far cry from mine, pieces of his story resonate with my own.&amp;nbsp; I can easily relate to his youth - the longing to fit in and to have real friendships.&amp;nbsp; While my youth didn't leave me addicted to drugs and traveling the world as part of a rock band, it did shape who I am now.&amp;nbsp; My life story wouldn't be the same without the pain and joys I experienced then.&amp;nbsp; And, in the end, both our stories capture the beauty of redemption as we encountered the living God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This book might not be for everyone, but I would highly recommend it to anyone who might be a fan of Korn.&amp;nbsp; Or&amp;nbsp;anyone&amp;nbsp;who's looking to read an incredible story of life-change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;Save Me From Myself&lt;/em&gt; is, simply put, a beautiful redemption story.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-3550894173414237043?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3550894173414237043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=3550894173414237043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3550894173414237043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3550894173414237043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/11/save-me-from-myself-book-review.html' title='Save Me From Myself: A Book Review'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-5YjxoNjI_5k/TrSjQB2hadI/AAAAAAAAAKw/yRx8RLeHVqo/s72-c/savemefrommyselfcover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-985915001489406604</id><published>2011-10-14T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-14T20:35:55.096-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='books'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='leadership'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the nines'/><title type='text'>my book wish-list from "The Nines" conference</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XA82ws0Tmg/TpjVOVtAYWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qpybb9I5erk/s1600/books.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" oda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XA82ws0Tmg/TpjVOVtAYWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qpybb9I5erk/s320/books.jpg" width="274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A week or so ago I attended an online conference called "The Nines."&amp;nbsp; Well, I didn't really attend all of it.&amp;nbsp; Ok, I really only watched a few minutes of it.&amp;nbsp; But that's not my fault.&amp;nbsp; I blame my internet connection.&amp;nbsp; It wasn't cooperating that day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, "The Nines" had over 100 speakers over a 10 hour time period.&amp;nbsp; Many of the speakers are also authors, and today I spent A LOT of time browsing an online bookstore checking out their books, trying to determine which ones I'd like to read.&amp;nbsp; Here's my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Real-Time Connections: Linking Your Job to God's Global Work&lt;/em&gt; &amp;amp; &lt;em&gt;Glocalization&lt;/em&gt; by Bob Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Barefoot Church: Serving the Least&amp;nbsp;in a Consumer Culture&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;by Brandon Hatmaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For the City&lt;/em&gt; by Darrin Patrick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Spiritual Warfare &amp;amp; Missions&lt;/em&gt; by Ed Stetzer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Dangerous Church&lt;/em&gt; by John Bishop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Primal&lt;/em&gt; by Mark Batterson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Change the World&lt;/em&gt; by Michael Slaughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Surge&lt;/em&gt; by Pete Brisco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Poor Will Be Glad&lt;/em&gt; by Peter Greer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Compelled by Love&lt;/em&gt; by Phillip Nation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Missional Communities&lt;/em&gt; by Reggie McNeal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This Beautiful Mess&lt;/em&gt; by Rick McKinley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Simply Strategic Volunteers: Empowering People for Ministry&lt;/em&gt; by Tim Stevens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Awakening a Passion for Heaven on Earth&lt;/em&gt; by Ted Dekker (ok, this one isn't from "The Nines," but I found it while looking through all "The Nines" books, and Ted's one of my fave authors, so....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like a great list, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was thinking about how I would like to read all these books, I thought to myself that surely some of my friends may own one or two of these books.&amp;nbsp; Or knows someone that owns them.&amp;nbsp; Or maybe knows someone who might be willing to let me borrow them.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a good borrower, I promise.&amp;nbsp; And I'm a quick reader, so I won't have them long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Whaddya think?&amp;nbsp; Got any of the above books I can borrow?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-985915001489406604?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/985915001489406604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=985915001489406604' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/985915001489406604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/985915001489406604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/10/my-book-wish-list-from-nines-conference.html' title='my book wish-list from &quot;The Nines&quot; conference'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3XA82ws0Tmg/TpjVOVtAYWI/AAAAAAAAAKY/qpybb9I5erk/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-1639576917822932640</id><published>2011-09-28T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-28T23:08:00.807-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessings'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcdowell county'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='west virginia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outreach'/><title type='text'>blessed</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I was honored to be a part of my church's mission trip to West Virginia.&amp;nbsp; Our team went to McDowell County, WV - one of the poorest in the nation - to help clean, weatherize, and sort clothes at a small Methodist church.&amp;nbsp; While there, we also put on a mini "Crazy Love Family Day" for the community (a free event where we passed out free food &amp;amp; clothes, as well as did face painting, caricatures, and temporary tattoos.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beyond serving the church and community, our goal was to really get to know the folks of McDowell County.&amp;nbsp; To spend time listening to their stories and to invest what little bit of time we had into their lives.&amp;nbsp; To extend grace &amp;amp; love to the "least of these."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My assignment on the trip was to help clean the church, but in reality, I spent much of that time sharing conversation with some members of the church community that came to help our team.&amp;nbsp; I listened to them share about their families, their health, their livelihood, their passions.&amp;nbsp; My heart broke as I heard story after story of tragedy, heartache, and devastation.&amp;nbsp; Life in McDowell County is anything but easy for these folks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet, even through all the hardships that each person I spoke to faced, there was no hint of the "woe is me" attitude that would have been understandable.&amp;nbsp; Instead, they said they were "blessed."&amp;nbsp; Blessed is not the word I would have chosen had I been in their situation.&amp;nbsp; The church has taught for so long that being blessed has something to do with material possessions, having a good job, the right set of circumstances.&amp;nbsp; And, if I'm being honest, for the most part, I've bought into that lie.&amp;nbsp; If I don't have enough money, or things aren't going right in my life, I wouldn't say I'm blessed.&amp;nbsp; I'd question God and wonder "why?"&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I posted a YouTube video on my Facebook page yesterday called "Blessings" by Laura Story.&amp;nbsp; I have a love-hate relationship with the song because it irks me.&amp;nbsp; It goes against what I've been taught.&amp;nbsp; If you've never heard the song, take a few minutes and &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1CSVqHcdhXQ"&gt;listen to it&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; Let it sink it.&amp;nbsp; Really sink in.&amp;nbsp; Meditate on these lyrics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cause what if Your blessings come through raindrops&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if Your healing comes through tears&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if a thousand sleepless nights are what it takes to know You're near&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if trials of this life are Your mercies in disguise?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if my greatest disappointments,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Or the aching of this life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the revealing of a greater thirst this world can't satisfy.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What if trials of this life,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The rain, the storms, the hardest nights&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are your mercies in disguise?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;There's so much more I could share about the WV outreach.&amp;nbsp; But this eye-opening moment was perhaps one of the most profound for me.&amp;nbsp; It's something that has popped up again and again this past week, whether through Facebook statuses, blog posts, songs, or conversations with friends.&amp;nbsp; My hope is that this profound realization will not be fleeting, but will become a life-changing moment. &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think it means to be blessed?&amp;nbsp; Would you consider yourself blessed?&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-1639576917822932640?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/1639576917822932640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=1639576917822932640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/1639576917822932640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/1639576917822932640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/09/blessed.html' title='blessed'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-3179248387264032412</id><published>2011-09-13T23:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-13T23:29:41.756-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homes of hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='overwhelmed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><title type='text'>hope for the homeless</title><content type='html'>Most of you know that I've been a part of an organization called Homes of Hope since February.&amp;nbsp; Homes of Hope is a relational ministry of Love INC which provides transitional housing for homeless families (&lt;a href="http://homesofhopeohio.blogspot.com/"&gt;check out their blog here&lt;/a&gt;).&amp;nbsp; This program has been around for a while nationally, but has only been in Ross County for the last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Administrative Assistant, I spend most of my time in the office, answering phones and other stuff.&amp;nbsp; Today I happened to spend a lot of time on the phone, specifically with two homeless families, trying to figure out how Homes of Hope could help them.&amp;nbsp; Both families have unique stories.&amp;nbsp; One is a family of four that is homeless due to drug addiction &amp;amp; job loss.&amp;nbsp; Another is homeless, living temporarily in a run-down hotel, because they lost their home to black mold.&amp;nbsp; Both of their situations are bleak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there is still hope.&amp;nbsp; My heart may be overwhelmed at their need, but God is not.&amp;nbsp; God sees both of these families.&amp;nbsp; In fact, He knew them before they were born.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;You saw me before I was born. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every day of my life was recorded in your book. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Every moment was laid out &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; before a single day had passed.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Psalm 139:16&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My heart is still broken for these families, but hope is rising as Scripture reminds me that &lt;em&gt;God sees&lt;/em&gt; these families!&amp;nbsp; He's not forgotten them even though they may feel God has abandoned them.&amp;nbsp; And though statistics say that homeless and poverty is on the rise, there is still HOPE. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope in a &lt;strong&gt;God who sees.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope in a &lt;strong&gt;God who is not surprised&lt;/strong&gt; by our circumstances. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Hope in a &lt;strong&gt;God who has a plan&lt;/strong&gt; for our lives. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; plans to give you hope and a future.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Jeremiah 29:11&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Pray for these families today, my friends.&amp;nbsp; Pray for families that are like them.&amp;nbsp; And when you pray, ask God how He might want you to be the Hope that these families need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Have you ever been so overwhelmed by life's circumstances that life seemed hopeless?&amp;nbsp; How did you find Hope in the midst of your circumstances?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&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/3810080104318348277-3179248387264032412?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3179248387264032412/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=3179248387264032412' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3179248387264032412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3179248387264032412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/09/hope-for-homeless.html' title='hope for the homeless'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-3694644706545316739</id><published>2011-09-11T20:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T22:14:38.447-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='9/11'/><title type='text'>Never Forget: 10th Anniversary of 9/11</title><content type='html'>On that fateful day I was housesitting for my brother and his new bride as they were on their honeymoon in Jamaica. The constant ringing of the phone eventually woke me up and the voice on the other end instructed me to turn on the TV. That voice was my mother calling to inform me that an airplane had just flown into one of the World Trade Center towers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stunned by the news, I flicked on the TV to see what was going on in New York. As the reporting was repeating the information for the viewers, another plane flew into another tower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life changed at that moment. War became a reality not just a possibility. The United States of America had been attacked and was at war, something my generation had never really experienced. True, there was the Gulf War, but this was on our turf not in some far away land.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually the news would report two more attacks that morning. One plane targeted the Pentagon while another went down in Pennsylvania. The plot would unravel to reveal these attacks to be the work of terrorists seeking to declare jihad on America. These men died as martyrs to all who support the idea of Islamic holy war.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But for Americans, life wouldn't be the same. As the towers crumbled and fell, children lost parents and spouses lost each other. Families were torn apart. As the Pentagon experienced a break in the wall, so Americans lost their sense of security. American life was now filled with fear and uncertainty. And, for a while, life once again became sacred. Family values and morals became a centerpoint of discussion. Even God was sought after once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ten years later a lot has changed. Security has gotten tighter and our defense strategies have gotten tougher. Men and women have boldly stepped forth to volunteer to fight the war on terror that still rages in the world today. On the other hand, airports are emptier, the value of the dollar is at an all-time low, and people seem to care about&amp;nbsp;the lastest Hollywood star more&amp;nbsp;than anything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite it all, there is a generation that has been forever impacted by 9/11. This generation has lost its innocence but has risen to the challenge to be different, stronger. Above all, this generation sees hope and desires a love that is everlasting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-3694644706545316739?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3694644706545316739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=3694644706545316739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3694644706545316739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3694644706545316739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2011/09/never-forget-10th-anniversary-of-911.html' title='Never Forget: 10th Anniversary of 9/11'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-7117082939264182885</id><published>2010-08-18T12:00:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:13:58.616-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='addiction'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday'/><title type='text'>giving it up</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TGtW6fAFy6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mlG4uTHPzRM/s1600/mt+dew.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="240" ox="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TGtW6fAFy6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mlG4uTHPzRM/s320/mt+dew.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession: I'm addicted to Mt. Dew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who've known me any length of time know that Mt. Dew is my drink of choice.&amp;nbsp; You normally won't see me without one in my hand.&amp;nbsp; As of Monday, however, that has changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I've gone 2 days without a Mt. Dew.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Granted, 2 days is nothing to cheer about because I've actually gone longer without it.&amp;nbsp; (The longest was 5 months while in India.&amp;nbsp; But I drank a lot of Coke &amp;amp; Canada Dry while there.&amp;nbsp; Oddly enough I was able to lose 40 pounds during those 5 months.&amp;nbsp; That's another story, though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've noticed that I haven't really wanted a Mt. Dew in the last couple of days.&amp;nbsp; That surprises me because I really thought I would.&amp;nbsp; My hope is that it will just get easier as time goes by, but life doesn't work that way.&amp;nbsp; Nothing in life is easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The one really bad thing about not drinking Mt. Dew has been the headaches.&amp;nbsp; By the end of the day, my head is pounding!!&amp;nbsp; But, I'm trusting the advice of friends and professionals that the lasting results of giving up my Mt. Dew addiction will be well worth it.&amp;nbsp; Losing weight, gaining energy, and all that.&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Did you have an addiction that you've given up?&amp;nbsp; What advice would you give to those of us who have decided to give up our addiction?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-7117082939264182885?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/7117082939264182885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=7117082939264182885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/7117082939264182885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/7117082939264182885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/08/giving-it-up.html' title='giving it up'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TGtW6fAFy6I/AAAAAAAAAEk/mlG4uTHPzRM/s72-c/mt+dew.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-4677174953327032842</id><published>2010-08-13T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-13T23:48:07.069-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person you should know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>meet honesty</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet Honesty!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TGYRYpEQilI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-MpaMZYZeus/s1600/honesty+wedding+090.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" ox="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TGYRYpEQilI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-MpaMZYZeus/s320/honesty+wedding+090.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R:&amp;nbsp; Josh, Honesty, me&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honesty - yes, that's her real name - and I have been best friends for what seems like forever!!&amp;nbsp; In reality, we met sometime during our middle school years and have pretty much been friends ever since.&amp;nbsp; While I don't remember the exact day we met, I have a lifetime of memories with this girl...the good, the bad, and the ugly.&amp;nbsp; We've been through it all together, even when we've been apart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;a href="http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-house.html"&gt;One of my favorite memories&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt; is actually one I've shared about before on this blog.&amp;nbsp; As kids we came up with dance movements to the Audio Adrenaline song "Big House."&amp;nbsp; To this day, every time the song plays on the radio I remember the dance moves and all the silly times we had together.&amp;nbsp; What makes me smile even more is that Honesty taught her daughters the dance moves, so our legacy of silliness will go on and on for generations to come (well, maybe)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another one of my favorite memories with Honesty is this one particular summer at Kings Island.&amp;nbsp; We were determined to ride every roller coaster in the front car &amp;amp; front seat.&amp;nbsp; So we'd wait in line for what seemed like an eternity and then finally it was our turn.&amp;nbsp; Well, that summer we had watched &lt;em&gt;Encino Man&lt;/em&gt; with Pauly Shore over and over and over again.&amp;nbsp; We had every single line of the movie memorized (and probably still do)!&amp;nbsp; Anyway, we were riding the Vortex or the Beast, and as we were slowly climbing up the long hill to the first drop we'd say to each other, "I'm a stony crusty dude, did you know that?&amp;nbsp; And I've got a mop on top!"&amp;nbsp; and laugh like crazy!&amp;nbsp; (Yeah, we're weirdos....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, yesterday Honesty celebrated her 31st birthday!&amp;nbsp; She and I spent a couple hours together, and during our time together I really had a chance to witness something special...something I've known all along about her.&amp;nbsp; She truly loves with an unconditional love and walks in forgiveness.&amp;nbsp; Those are rare qualities to find in friendships today.&amp;nbsp; Yet Honesty possesses them.&amp;nbsp; I'm thankful that God blessed me with such a wonderful best friend, and today I celebrate her life and friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What memories do you share with your best friend?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-4677174953327032842?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/4677174953327032842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=4677174953327032842' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4677174953327032842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4677174953327032842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-honesty.html' title='meet honesty'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TGYRYpEQilI/AAAAAAAAAEc/-MpaMZYZeus/s72-c/honesty+wedding+090.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-4098832217083490856</id><published>2010-08-12T00:06:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T00:12:30.991-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wednesday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking point'/><title type='text'>setbacks &amp; failures</title><content type='html'>These &lt;em&gt;Weight-Loss Wednesday&lt;/em&gt; posts are harder to write than I thought they would be.&amp;nbsp; Maybe it's because I'm finally being honest with myself...ouch.&amp;nbsp; Here's the honest truth:&amp;nbsp; this week I gained 4 pounds.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Even more honest than that is I gained all 10 pounds back that I had previously lost.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;What?!&amp;nbsp; Yep.&amp;nbsp; We didn't weigh-in for a week for whatever reason, so I weighed myself at home and found out that I had gained it all back.&amp;nbsp; I spent the entire week worrying about losing those 10 pounds.&amp;nbsp; Fortunately, I lost 6 of them.&amp;nbsp; But 4 remained.&amp;nbsp; Talk about failure!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all honesty, it's more like a setback.&amp;nbsp; If I've learned anything in the past 5 weeks it's that my &lt;em&gt;Breaking Point&lt;/em&gt; experience is the beginning of a journey of life change.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;There are no failures in this journey, just setbacks.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; Yes, it's frustrating and disappointing to have gained all the weight back that was lost.&amp;nbsp; At the same time, it's encouraging because I have a goal in mind and I'm working towards that goal.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And again, &lt;strong&gt;the most encouraging thing is to know that I'm not alone!&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;Each week my friends go with me to work out.&amp;nbsp; They're praying for me and encourage me to keep going.&amp;nbsp; My family is there, too, telling me how proud they are of me and helping me along the way.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What have you learned this week of your life changing journey?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-4098832217083490856?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/4098832217083490856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=4098832217083490856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4098832217083490856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4098832217083490856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/08/set-backs-failures.html' title='setbacks &amp; failures'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-9156183941337937936</id><published>2010-08-11T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T12:57:28.128-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='food'/><title type='text'>fake stir fry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;One evening a few months ago I came home and found my husband at the stove cooking up something delicious.&amp;nbsp; His creation is what I have affectionately dubbed "fake stir fry."&amp;nbsp; It's a mix of rice, veggies, and meat.&amp;nbsp; It's quick, easy, and delicious!&amp;nbsp; So much so that I have decided to share this lovely recipe with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 packet of &lt;em&gt;Lipton's Rice Sides&lt;/em&gt; (my favorite is the Teriyaki flavored one)&lt;br /&gt;2 cup of water&lt;br /&gt;1 cup of broccoli florets&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of chopped carrots&lt;br /&gt;1/4 of chopped onion&lt;br /&gt;1/2 lb of sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;1/2 of bell pepper&lt;br /&gt;1 lb of chopped, cooked meat (we use chicken most of the time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directions:&lt;br /&gt;In a large skillet, mix all of the ingredients and bring to a boil.&amp;nbsp; Simmer for about 10-15 minutes on low until done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What's one of your favorite quick &amp;amp; easy recipes??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-9156183941337937936?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/9156183941337937936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=9156183941337937936' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/9156183941337937936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/9156183941337937936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/08/fake-stir-fry.html' title='fake stir fry'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-2670057181271057158</id><published>2010-08-06T23:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-06T23:34:50.611-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person you should know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>meet my family, part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Meet the Dilley's!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TFzTnblZ2sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5f-TYZPeduA/s1600/sarahgrad.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" bx="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TFzTnblZ2sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5f-TYZPeduA/s320/sarahgrad.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;L-R: Lois, Mike, Sarah, Josh, and me at Sarah's graduation from Kent State&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years ago I married into the most wonderful family!&amp;nbsp; Many people complain about their in-laws, but&amp;nbsp;my in-laws&amp;nbsp;are truly the best.&amp;nbsp; From the day Josh and I started dating, they embraced me as one of their own and made me part of the family.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mike &amp;amp; Lois (my in-laws) are both generous to a fault, and always think of others needs before their own. They're hardworking, down-to-earth, loving people.&amp;nbsp; For nearly 20 years, they have owned a grocery store in New Holland, Ohio.&amp;nbsp; A couple of months ago the Columbus Dispatch wrote an article about them, as well as made a short video that&amp;nbsp;captures the kind of people my in-laws truly are.&amp;nbsp; (&lt;a href="http://www.dispatch.com/live/content/multimedia/video/video.html?video=1047218"&gt;Click here&lt;/a&gt; to watch the video!)&amp;nbsp; They're one-of-a-kind...and I love that I'm apart of this family!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister-in-law, Sarah, is an added blessing.&amp;nbsp; She's super-smart, creative, and&amp;nbsp;adventurous!&amp;nbsp; She is also extremely kind and thoughtful.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;A year ago in March, Sarah married Josh's best friend, Dave.&amp;nbsp; So now the family has extended to include him and his two children, Cailynn and Christopher.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God has truly blessed me with my own family and my extended family!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-2670057181271057158?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2670057181271057158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=2670057181271057158' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2670057181271057158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2670057181271057158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/08/meet-my-family-part-2.html' title='meet my family, part 2'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TFzTnblZ2sI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5f-TYZPeduA/s72-c/sarahgrad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-6817020121134046471</id><published>2010-08-04T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:14:00.640-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life change'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='weight loss'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='breaking point'/><title type='text'>breaking point</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Oddly enough, this is a hard post for me to write.&amp;nbsp; But here goes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Confession:&amp;nbsp; I weigh 326 pounds.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure why that's hard to admit considering it's obvious to anyone looking that I'm overweight.&amp;nbsp; And I've been this way for the past 20 years of my life.&amp;nbsp; Throughout the years I've tried many diets and exercise plans.&amp;nbsp; I even tried out for NBC's &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biggestloser.com/"&gt;The Biggest Loser&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/em&gt;a year ago.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Four weeks ago I began a journey of life change.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four weeks ago myself and many, many others started a 13 week weight loss challenge called &lt;em&gt;Breaking Point&lt;/em&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I set a personal weight loss goal of 30-35 pounds.&amp;nbsp; This may sound low to some, but I wanted to be realistic and healthy in my weight loss.&amp;nbsp; Not to mention, my doctor advised that I only lose 1-2 pounds a week.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My beginning weight was 336.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, in the past four weeks I've lost 10 pounds.&amp;nbsp; I am 1/3rd of the way to my weight loss goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm excited about my weight loss, I'm more excited about&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;changing my life&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I'm challenging myself and doing things I've never done before (like taking a &lt;a href="http://www.zumba.com/"&gt;ZUMBA&lt;/a&gt; class!).&amp;nbsp; And the thing I'm most excited about is that &lt;strong&gt;I'm not alone&lt;/strong&gt;.&amp;nbsp; I've got the most AMAZING friends who've been right beside me, encouraging me along the way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are nine weeks left of the &lt;em&gt;Breaking Point&lt;/em&gt; challenge.&amp;nbsp; However, this is a lifelong journey.&amp;nbsp; My hope is to share from time to time about my journey not only to continue to challenge myself, but to encourage those of you who want to change your life.&amp;nbsp; Thanks for joining me along the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-6817020121134046471?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/6817020121134046471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=6817020121134046471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/6817020121134046471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/6817020121134046471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/08/breaking-point.html' title='breaking point'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-947750428529164447</id><published>2010-07-30T12:00:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T12:00:05.705-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person you should know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>meet hayleigh</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TE-4njlUzKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PA_SK3DgWc4/s1600/87544817-6f9e7aed6b2f2de268aae1fdb4c5f1f7_4bce261c-scaled.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TE-4njlUzKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PA_SK3DgWc4/s320/87544817-6f9e7aed6b2f2de268aae1fdb4c5f1f7_4bce261c-scaled.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Me &amp;amp; my 'lil sis' Hayleigh&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last summer around this time I met Hayleigh, a 13 year old tomboy that lived next door to my father-in-law's grocery store.&amp;nbsp; Whenever I was in the store, she seemed to sense that I was there (or maybe she just saw my car &amp;amp; knew I was there....she's smart like that), so she'd come over and visit.&amp;nbsp; We developed a bond pretty quickly, and to this day people either think she's my little sister or my daughter (I prefer people to think she's my little sister.&amp;nbsp; I'm not old enough to have a teenager!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hayleigh is a beautiful, intelligent, funny, caring, artistic girl!&amp;nbsp; She's always doing something or saying something to make me laugh.&amp;nbsp; We spend a lot of time laughing together.&amp;nbsp; She's also very creative and artistic.&amp;nbsp; Hayleigh loves to draw and write.&amp;nbsp; Although her creativity has a tendency to get her in trouble (she draws what she feels, which is often anger), she has such talent.&amp;nbsp; With just a little bit of guidance, her artwork would flourish.&amp;nbsp; Hayleigh also has a heart to help care for poor, neglected children and animals.&amp;nbsp; One day she and I brainstormed about what she could do to make a difference in the world.&amp;nbsp; She wants to go to Africa someday and help kids there.&amp;nbsp; While she still thinks it's an impossibility, I know that with God all things are possible.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no doubt in my mind that God brought Hayleigh into my world.&amp;nbsp; I love this kid!&amp;nbsp; I pray that she will one day realize that God loves her and has great plans for her life.&amp;nbsp; She's gone through so much in her short life, yet has so much to give.&amp;nbsp; Without a doubt, she has blessed me and truly enriched my life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Has God brought a "little sister/brother" into your life??&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-947750428529164447?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/947750428529164447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=947750428529164447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/947750428529164447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/947750428529164447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/07/meet-hayleigh.html' title='meet hayleigh'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TE-4njlUzKI/AAAAAAAAAEM/PA_SK3DgWc4/s72-c/87544817-6f9e7aed6b2f2de268aae1fdb4c5f1f7_4bce261c-scaled.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-4340840304776565728</id><published>2010-07-29T22:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:14:02.010-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>stolen line</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;My hands are&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; holding yours&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;As we gaze upon&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;distant shores&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A line drawn &lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; in the sand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Don't let go&lt;br&gt;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160;&amp;#160; of my hand&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Where do we go from here?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-4340840304776565728?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/4340840304776565728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=4340840304776565728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4340840304776565728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4340840304776565728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/07/stolen-line.html' title='stolen line'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-8366588883483016996</id><published>2010-07-23T15:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T15:02:37.244-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person you should know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><title type='text'>family means everything</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Meet my family!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TEnhxSOAMhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DMLSbgM2vns/s1600/DSC_0252_edited.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hw="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TEnhxSOAMhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DMLSbgM2vns/s320/DSC_0252_edited.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Top L-R: Josh (my husband), Matt (holding Noah), and Brandon&lt;br /&gt;Bottom L-R: me, Chrissy (holding Hayden), Ashley (holding Hannah), Daisy, Amber (holding Isaiah), Tonya, and Stephanie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;My family is big, crazy, and wonderful!&amp;nbsp; We're a mixed group, kinda like the Brady bunch.&amp;nbsp; My mom has three kids - me, Brandon, and Matt.&amp;nbsp; My step-dad has three kids - Chrissy, Ashley, and Stephanie.&amp;nbsp; My older brother, Brandon, and his girlfriend, Tonya, have Daisy.&amp;nbsp; My younger brother, Matt, and his wife, Amber, have two wonderful, wild little boys, Isaiah &amp;amp; Noah.&amp;nbsp; My oldest stepsister, Chrissy, has one little boy, Hayden,&amp;nbsp;while Ashely, the middle stepsister, has Hannah.&amp;nbsp; WOW!&amp;nbsp; What a wild bunch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Family means everything to me.&lt;/strong&gt;&amp;nbsp; My siblings &amp;amp; I are actually friends and enjoy hanging out with each other.&amp;nbsp; Well, I enjoy hanging out with them...not so sure if they actually enjoy hanging out with me.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; But I love them.&amp;nbsp; And I know that I can call them at any time if I need anything, and they know they can do the same with me.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family hasn't always had an easy time of life.&amp;nbsp; But throughout the journey, we stay close to each other, embracing each other through the hard times.&amp;nbsp; We help each other out.&amp;nbsp; Even when it's probably better if we didn't.&amp;nbsp; That's what family does.&amp;nbsp; &lt;strong&gt;Family is there for it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Now that you've met my family, introduce me to yours!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-8366588883483016996?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/8366588883483016996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=8366588883483016996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8366588883483016996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8366588883483016996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/07/family-means-everything.html' title='family means everything'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TEnhxSOAMhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DMLSbgM2vns/s72-c/DSC_0252_edited.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-7273297767768039150</id><published>2010-06-13T22:08:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:28:47.437-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='emotions'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poetry'/><title type='text'>peace poem</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a rough day.&amp;nbsp; To release some of what was going on in my head and heart, I wrote a poem.&amp;nbsp; Poetry is definitely not my thing, so it's not well written.&amp;nbsp; But I wanted to share it anyway:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Praying for peace in the middle east&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;And across the street&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Will it ever end?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keep trying to mend&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The broken pieces keep slipping through my hand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Maybe I'll go bury my head in the sand&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you do when you're having an emotionally rough day?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-7273297767768039150?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/7273297767768039150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=7273297767768039150' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/7273297767768039150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/7273297767768039150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/06/peace-poem.html' title='peace poem'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-5167650472675280144</id><published>2010-06-11T23:17:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T23:18:29.151-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person you should know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><title type='text'>meet the parents</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Last week I forgot to post my Friday's "person you should know."&amp;nbsp; Oopsie.&amp;nbsp; So this week it's the "people you should know."&amp;nbsp; :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;Let me introduce you to my mom and stepdad- Marsha and David Mitchell:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TBLzIjfPY-I/AAAAAAAAADk/dpXid3fptz4/s1600/momanddave.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" qu="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TBLzIjfPY-I/AAAAAAAAADk/dpXid3fptz4/s320/momanddave.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mom is my hero and best friend.&amp;nbsp; She has always been there for me, teaching me and guiding me as a teenager and young adult.&amp;nbsp; She always takes time to listen to me and pray for me.&amp;nbsp; She laughs with me, cries with me, and loves me through it all.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;It is with my mom that I have most of my memories.&amp;nbsp; She was the one who taught me how to talk, to walk, to read, and tie my shoes (though technically it was my babysitter, Colleen, who taught me how to tie bows on my Raggedy Ann doll!)&amp;nbsp; She was the one who took me to dance lessons, tumbling classes, and baseball practice.&amp;nbsp; She was the one who held my hand at the doctor's office and fed me popscicles after getting my tonsils taken out.&amp;nbsp; She was the one who taught me how to drive, how to cook, and how to balance my checkbook.&amp;nbsp; She taught me how to be a strong and independent woman.&amp;nbsp; She taught me that no matter what life brings, life is still worth it.&amp;nbsp; She taught me about God.&amp;nbsp; Most importantly, she showed me God's love every day.&amp;nbsp; She still continues to show me God's love every single day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My mom is my hero and my best friend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;David, my stepdad, has been one of the most wonderful additions to the family.&amp;nbsp; He and my mom met and married 12 years ago and our family hasn't been the same since!&amp;nbsp; Dave is a quiet, funny guy.&amp;nbsp; He loves Nascar, John Deere, his family, and Jesus.&amp;nbsp; He is the one person I know that I can call at any time of day with a need, and he'll be right there to help.&amp;nbsp; If I need prayer, he's just one phone call away.&amp;nbsp; He has a servant's heart like no other.&amp;nbsp; He has endured suffering and sickness, and yet still has joy.&amp;nbsp; He has been the one to show me the Father heart of God in ways that no one else has.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: left;"&gt;My parents are wonderful, and I thank God for them every day!!&amp;nbsp; My prayer is that I will one day be able to be the same kind of parent that these two have been for me.&amp;nbsp; May my life honor them, and bring joy to their hearts!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-5167650472675280144?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/5167650472675280144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=5167650472675280144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5167650472675280144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5167650472675280144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/06/meet-parents.html' title='meet the parents'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TBLzIjfPY-I/AAAAAAAAADk/dpXid3fptz4/s72-c/momanddave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-2631316167055222835</id><published>2010-06-04T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-04T12:43:17.230-04:00</updated><title type='text'>it just takes one</title><content type='html'>In John 4, Jesus and his disciples travel through Samaria in order to return to Galilee.&amp;nbsp; At the village of Sychar, Jesus and company stop to rest at the historic well built by Jacob and given to his son Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As his disciples venture off to find food, Jesus took a seat close to the well and watched as a Samaritan woman came to draw water.&amp;nbsp; Against the social norm of the time, Jesus strikes up a conversation with the woman.&amp;nbsp; He tells her things about her past and present that only she would know, revealing himself to be the Liberating King.&amp;nbsp; In that instant, her life was changed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, the story doesn't end here.&amp;nbsp; The woman goes back to the village and tells people that she has met Jesus, the Liberating King.&amp;nbsp; Verse 39 tells us the impact this woman had: "...because &lt;em&gt;one woman&lt;/em&gt; shared with her neighbors how Jesus exposed her past and present, the village of Sychar was transformed..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It only takes &lt;em&gt;one person&lt;/em&gt; to change things.&amp;nbsp; Because of the Samaritan woman an entire village was transformed.&amp;nbsp; Think about that.&amp;nbsp; It's an incredible, challenging thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YOU have the power to change things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What kind of changes do you want to see take place in your life, in society, in the world?&amp;nbsp; What are you doing to see these changes come to pass?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-2631316167055222835?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2631316167055222835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=2631316167055222835' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2631316167055222835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2631316167055222835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/06/it-just-takes-one.html' title='it just takes one'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-196486781132903941</id><published>2010-05-28T23:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-28T23:59:28.685-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='person you should know'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friday'/><title type='text'>joshua m. dilley</title><content type='html'>Last week, Matthew Paul Turner (aka @jesusneedsnewpr), started a new blog post series called "Friday's Person You Should Know."&amp;nbsp; The idea was to create a positive series to celebrate the people in our lives. I thought this sounded like a great idea, so it's my new thing for Friday's!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please meet my husband, &lt;a href="http://joshuamdilley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joshua M. Dilley&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TACLGnIQKRI/AAAAAAAAADc/bGWuRaMgK4Q/s1600/3.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" gu="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TACLGnIQKRI/AAAAAAAAADc/bGWuRaMgK4Q/s320/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh and I met my senior year of high school in photography class and became fast friends.&amp;nbsp; There are many things that attracted me to him back then - he's cute, intelligent, and funny - that still attract me now.&amp;nbsp; But there is much MUCH more to Josh than that.&amp;nbsp; He's loyal to a fault.&amp;nbsp; Even when friends take advantage of him, he sticks by them.&amp;nbsp; He's generous and giving to those in need.&amp;nbsp; He loves, honors, and respects&amp;nbsp;his parents, and would do anything for family.&amp;nbsp; He loves Jesus and prays continuously!&amp;nbsp; He has supported me in all my endeavors even when they've taken me away from him for long periods of time.&amp;nbsp; He stays with me through all the good and especially the bad, lifting me up, and sometimes putting me in my place when needed.&amp;nbsp; And he loves me - unconditionally and without question.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank God for creating Josh and bringing him into my life!!!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Who do you thank God for bringing into your life?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-196486781132903941?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/196486781132903941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=196486781132903941' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/196486781132903941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/196486781132903941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/05/joshua-m-dilley.html' title='joshua m. dilley'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/TACLGnIQKRI/AAAAAAAAADc/bGWuRaMgK4Q/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-1194145468233187343</id><published>2010-05-21T22:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-21T22:25:37.174-04:00</updated><title type='text'>friday's person you should know</title><content type='html'>Matthew Paul Turner, aka @JesusNeedsNewPR, began a &lt;a href="http://www.jesusneedsnewpr.net/a-brand-new-blog-series-at-jesus-needs-new-pr/"&gt;new blog series&lt;/a&gt; today titled "Friday's Person You Should Know."&amp;nbsp; The idea behind this new series is to create a positive series to celebrate the people in our lives.&amp;nbsp; I thought this sounded like a great idea, so it's going to be my new thing for Fridays.&amp;nbsp; Since I just found out about it today, I'll wait to start this series until next Friday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What person in your life do you want to celebrate?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-1194145468233187343?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/1194145468233187343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=1194145468233187343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/1194145468233187343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/1194145468233187343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/05/fridays-person-you-should-know.html' title='friday&apos;s person you should know'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-8621106982533875403</id><published>2010-05-17T15:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-03T20:23:36.853-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homes of hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ohio'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='knitting'/><title type='text'>homeless in ohio</title><content type='html'>My hometown is pretty small and homelessness isn't something we come across every day.&amp;nbsp; Occasionally there will be an old guy holding up a "will work for food" sign by the exit ramp or at one of the shopping centers.&amp;nbsp; But we don't see them sleeping on the side of the street or on a park bench.&amp;nbsp; Just because we don't see them, however, doesn't mean they're not there.&amp;nbsp; Even in the small city of Chillicothe, homelessness exists.&amp;nbsp; It is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to statistics, there are about 12,000 homeless men, women, and children in the state of Ohio.&amp;nbsp; On any given day, 1500 of those go unsheltered.&amp;nbsp; Some of those who go unsheltered are living under bridges, down by the river, in cars, anywhere they can find a place to lay their head.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The question is, what are we doing to help?&amp;nbsp; I came across a blog today written by a lady named Sandy.&amp;nbsp; She is using her creative talents to help the homeless in her Ohio hometown&amp;nbsp;by knitting scarves, hats, mittens, and socks.&amp;nbsp; Read about her efforts to help the homeless &lt;a href="http://homelessbridge.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Chillicothe, one of the ways in which we can help the homeless is through a ministry called Homes of Hope.&amp;nbsp; In the near future, I will have more details to share on how to be more involved in serving this wonderful ministry.&amp;nbsp; But, in the meantime, please watch this video and share it with your family and friends.&amp;nbsp; Together we can make&amp;nbsp;a difference and impact the homeless community where we live!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="405" width="660"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF9gLSHVtPg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VF9gLSHVtPg&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;rel=0&amp;amp;color1=0xe1600f&amp;amp;color2=0xfebd01&amp;amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="420" height="405"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;How are you reaching out to the homeless community in your hometown?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-8621106982533875403?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/8621106982533875403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=8621106982533875403' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8621106982533875403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8621106982533875403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/05/homeless-in-ohio.html' title='homeless in ohio'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-8322225142294562914</id><published>2010-05-16T17:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-16T17:12:32.018-04:00</updated><title type='text'>random blogs</title><content type='html'>This afternoon has been a lazy day, which is a rare occurrence in my life these days.&amp;nbsp; Most of the afternoon I spent online clicking one random blog link to another.&amp;nbsp; Here are a few I'd like to share with you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joshuamdilley.blogspot.com/"&gt;Joshua Dilley&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- my wonderful husband now has a blog (but he hasn't written anything yet!)&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.prayforkate.com/"&gt;Kate McRae&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- a 5 year old little girl battling brain cancer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://hulsefamilybeautiful.blogspot.com/"&gt;Beauty Unveiled&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- written by a mom with an autistic child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://testingstuf.wordpress.com/"&gt;Footprints...My Walk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thechurchofnopeople.com/"&gt;The Church of No People&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flowerdust.net/"&gt;The Sex Cafe&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;- an article about sex trafficking in Moldova&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-8322225142294562914?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/8322225142294562914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=8322225142294562914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8322225142294562914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8322225142294562914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/05/random-blogs.html' title='random blogs'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-4414296557529234733</id><published>2010-05-08T23:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-15T23:14:04.276-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='community'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selfishness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='outreach'/><title type='text'>care &amp; clean</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;This morning myself and several others participated in a community outreach event called Care &amp;amp; Clean.&amp;nbsp; The purpose behind this outreach was to join together as the church to help the city of Chillicothe with a few projects it couldn't afford to complete on its own.&amp;nbsp; For example, painting benches throughout the downtown area and in the parks, picking up debris and trash in the alleyways, and painting over graffiti throughout the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the three short hours that our small group spent in the city, I realized a couple of things.&amp;nbsp; First, small things done with great love really can change the world.&amp;nbsp; Ok, we might not have changed the world, but we changed our small part of the world.&amp;nbsp; Our group cleaned the alleys, removed debris from University Drive, and painted over some graffiti on a family's garage.&amp;nbsp; Our efforts made an impact, and&amp;nbsp;the people we came into contact with today noticed.&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second, it's easier to "talk the talk" than "walk the walk."&amp;nbsp; For myself, it was hard to get out of bed this morning.&amp;nbsp; I've been battling health issues and really didn't feel like getting up this morning.&amp;nbsp; Despite my selfish desires to stay in bed, I got out of bed and went to work.&amp;nbsp; You're probably thinking to yourself, "you love doing this kinda stuff....I'm sure it wasn't that hard for you."&amp;nbsp; But really it was.&amp;nbsp; I waited til the very last possible minute to get out of bed to go.&amp;nbsp; In the end, however, I'm SO glad that my selfish nature didn't win the battle because it was so much fun working together to clean the city!&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, our job as the church isn't finished in this community.&amp;nbsp; There's a lot of work yet to do in Chillicothe, physically and otherwise.&amp;nbsp; My hope that this summer the church of Chillicothe will rise up and work together to make a change in our city!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What small things are you doing with great love to change your world?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-4414296557529234733?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/4414296557529234733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=4414296557529234733' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4414296557529234733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4414296557529234733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/05/care-clean.html' title='care &amp;amp; clean'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-572527439882740683</id><published>2010-05-04T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T20:07:51.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>summer reading list</title><content type='html'>Instead of doing research for the paper that's due at the end of the week, I've been thinking about what I'm going to read this summer.&amp;nbsp; For those of you who love to read, is there anything not on my list that you suggest I read?&amp;nbsp; I love trying new authors and genres, so no suggestion is too wild or crazy!&amp;nbsp; Also, if any of you out there have these books and would like to loan them to me, please let me know!!&amp;nbsp; Here's my list so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; 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Those dreams include reading anything and everything that peaks my interest, watching movies that I haven't had time to watch, as well as do a little traveling (I hope!). Another dream is to actually keep up on my blog. If you haven't noticed, I only posted once during the month of April. What's the point of having a blog if you're only going to post once a month?!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, in 2 weeks this blog of mine is going to be updated more frequently! It's going to contain posts about books, movies, and music. It's also going to include posts about apologetics and theology. I love to "argue" about the tough stuff of the Christian faith, like God and the problem of evil. Last, but definitely not least, I want to blog about perhaps my biggest passion in life - serving the local and global community. The summer will be full of wonderful opportunities for me to serve, and I can't wait to share my experiences with all of you!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;What are your dreams for the summer?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-4932798145082378959?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/4932798145082378959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=4932798145082378959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4932798145082378959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/4932798145082378959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/05/something-new.html' title='summer dreams'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-6930735619329738911</id><published>2010-04-12T15:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T15:59:31.340-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='betty crocker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='recipe'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='butter pecan bars'/><title type='text'>butter pecan bars</title><content type='html'>Butter pecan bars are one of my most favorite desserts!  My mother-in-law makes them, and they are absolutely delicious!  However, I'm not very good at making them quite like she does.  I've tried and failed.  But, I did make them the other day and they actually turned out pretty good.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few of you have asked for the recipe, so here it is, thanks to &lt;i&gt;Betty Crocker&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;1 box of &lt;i&gt;Betty Crocker&lt;/i&gt; Butter Pecan cake mix&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup packed brown sugar&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup water&lt;br /&gt;2 eggs&lt;br /&gt;3/4 cup finely chopped nuts (I don't use the nuts, but you can if you want)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heat over to 375.  Grease and flour 13x9 pan.  Mix about half of the cake mix (dry), the butter, brown sugar, water, and eggs in large bowl until smooth.  Stir in remaining cake mix and nuts.  Spread evenly in pan (mixture will be thick).  Bake until top feels firm when touched, about 25-30 minutes (in my oven, about 20-25 minutes).  Cool completely and top with vanilla glaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vanilla Glaze:&lt;br /&gt;1/4 cup butter, softened&lt;br /&gt;2 cups powdered sugar&lt;br /&gt;1 1/2 teaspoons vanilla&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons hot water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mix all ingredients together.  Stir in additional hot water, if needed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-6930735619329738911?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/6930735619329738911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=6930735619329738911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/6930735619329738911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/6930735619329738911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/04/butter-pecan-bars.html' title='butter pecan bars'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-2406932823401039075</id><published>2010-03-30T19:34:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T12:51:29.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'>march for babies</title><content type='html'>My church, Centerpoint, is very excited to be a part of the March for Babies this year!  Every day, thousands of babies are born too soon, too small and often very sick. We've created a team because we want to do something about this.  The money we raise will support March of Dimes research and programs that help moms have full-term pregnancies and babies begin healthy lives. Also, it will be used to bring comfort and information to families with a baby in newborn intensive care. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our team goal is to raise $500 by April 18th.  If you would like to donate to our team, please visit the team web page: &lt;a href="http://www.marchforbabies.org/team/t1388030"&gt;http://www.marchforbabies.org/team/t1388030&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for helping give all babies a healthy start!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-2406932823401039075?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2406932823401039075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=2406932823401039075' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2406932823401039075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2406932823401039075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/03/march-for-babies.html' title='march for babies'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-2803566795778252921</id><published>2010-03-16T19:35:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T18:48:09.849-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='selflessness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='conversations'/><title type='text'>becoming selfless</title><content type='html'>For the past couple of weeks my Conversations group has been talking about becoming selfless.  We've been examing scriptures such as Philippians 2:3 which says, "Do nothing out of selfish ambition or vain conceit, but in humility consider others better than yourselves."  We've also considered the ultimate example of selflessness found in Jesus.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got a confession to make:  I am selfish.  I think about me, myself, and I way too much.  My biggest complaint to God is, "why me?" and "what about me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admitting that I am selfish is one step in the journey of becoming selfless.  The next step in the journey is to actually practice selflessness.  At the end of last week I tried to do one selfless act.  I say "tried" because by the time I finished the act, I was mad at the person I was trying to do the act for.  This week, however, I tried again...and succeeded! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The journey doesn't end with one selfless act.  Rather, this is just the beginning of the journey.  The challenge for me is to continue to practice selflessness.  For now, the goal is to committ to at least one selfless act each week.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;All of us struggle with selfishness.  How do you deal with the selfishness in your life?  What does your journey to becoming selfless look like?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-2803566795778252921?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2803566795778252921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=2803566795778252921' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2803566795778252921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2803566795778252921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/03/becoming-selfless.html' title='becoming selfless'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-8856731263406676008</id><published>2010-03-01T23:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T23:51:20.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>big house</title><content type='html'>Ok, so today I was listening to the radio and one of my favorite songs from when I was a kid came on the radio - "Big House" by Audio Adrenaline.  For those of you who don't know, Audio Adrenaline used to be a pretty popular Christian band, back in the day.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was a kid, my best friend, Honesty, and I came up with a little dance that went along with this song.  To this day, whenever the song comes on the radio I smile and remember that silly little dance.  Sometimes, when no one is looking, I even do the dance!  (Don't get any bright ideas....I'm NOT going to do the dance for you!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But more than remembering the dance, I remember my friend and the times we shared together.  I think of the good, the bad, and the ugly.  Friendships are so important and necessary in life.  Friends challenge us, help us to see the world in a different way, and are there for us when things fall apart.  Life was not meant to be done alone; God made us to live life in community, with friends.  I, for one, am forever thankful for the friendships God has placed in my life, both now and in the past.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What kind of memories do you and your best friend share?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-8856731263406676008?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/8856731263406676008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=8856731263406676008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8856731263406676008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/8856731263406676008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/03/big-house.html' title='big house'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-2913351822855268335</id><published>2010-03-01T00:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-01T01:08:36.094-05:00</updated><title type='text'>memories of my dad</title><content type='html'>A few of my favorite memories as a child include my dad.  My dad liked a lot of things - trains, fish, baseball - but one of the passions we shared together was a love of astronomy.  My dad would read books and record tv shows about the stars, constellations, and comets.  He would even write about the stuff in his journals!  Needless to say, he was a big fan.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was in the third grade, my dad came to my class and gave a presentation about the solar system.  He taught us how to memorize the names of the 9 planets by teaching us this funny little phrase: "My very educated mother just served us nine pickles."  He pulled out a map and showed us how to locate some of the popular constellations - the Big &amp; Little Dipper, Orion's Belt, the Seven Sisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime that same year he took my class on a "field trip."  We didn't go far, just to a dark field early in the morning with a couple of telescopes set up.  You see, it was the same time that the famous Haley's comet was making it's way around again, and he wanted us to see it.  Unfortunately, we never could get a clear view of the comet.  BUT, we were able to see the rings of Saturn, which was very cool!  And we got to go to McDonald's for breakfast, which was also very cool!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss my dad today.  But, I'm grateful for the memories that we made together and the fun times we shared.  I'm thankful that I could share the first 10 years of my life with him, and even more thankful that one day I'll be able to spend eternity with him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-2913351822855268335?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/2913351822855268335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=2913351822855268335' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2913351822855268335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/2913351822855268335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/03/memories-of-my-dad.html' title='memories of my dad'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-5550995892537441718</id><published>2010-02-15T21:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T21:34:35.563-05:00</updated><title type='text'>broccoli casserole</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S3oD3xRcpHI/AAAAAAAAACM/UIxdjara9Ds/s1600-h/paula-deans-broccoli-casserole2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S3oD3xRcpHI/AAAAAAAAACM/UIxdjara9Ds/s320/paula-deans-broccoli-casserole2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5438663756657501298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mother-in-law gave me a Paula Deen cookbook a few years ago for Christmas.  The past couple of weeks I've been looking through it and trying out a few of the yummy recipes in it.  One of my favorites so far has to be the broccoli casserole, so I thought I'd share it with all of you.  Since I didn't have all the ingredients the recipe asked for, I had to tweek the recipe just a bit.  So this is the "tweeked" version, but still just as yummy! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;Bunch of broccoli, chopped&lt;br /&gt;1/2 can of cream of chicken soup&lt;br /&gt;1/4 onion, diced&lt;br /&gt;1/2 stick butter&lt;br /&gt;4-5 crushed Club crackers&lt;br /&gt;1/2 cup of shredded cheddar cheese&lt;br /&gt;French's friend onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pre-heat oven to 350.  Chop the broccoli and steam it for 5 minutes or until tender.  In the meantime, saute the onion in the butter.  In a small casserole dish, combine the broccoli, sauteed onions, cream of chicken soup, cheddar cheese, and crushed crackers.  Mix well.  Top with the French's friend onions.  Bake for 20-25 minutes.  Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-5550995892537441718?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/5550995892537441718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=5550995892537441718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5550995892537441718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5550995892537441718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/02/broccoli-casserole.html' title='broccoli casserole'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S3oD3xRcpHI/AAAAAAAAACM/UIxdjara9Ds/s72-c/paula-deans-broccoli-casserole2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-2734541666122529068</id><published>2010-02-12T00:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T00:46:05.209-05:00</updated><title type='text'>lower lights burning</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI2NTk1MzMzNzM5MCZwdD*xMjY1OTUzNDQ1ODU5JnA9MjcwODEmZD1*dW5lV2lkZ2V*Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTImbz1iZDNm/MDUyNDU*ZjE*ZTg2OTZkNmUyMzg1MTY3MjA1NCZvZj*w.gif" /&gt; 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margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 262px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S3DhT54NXqI/AAAAAAAAACE/AyRRCRRNbxA/s320/ratatouille2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436092482306530978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This recipe is one I recently discovered while looking for some healthy alternatives to what I normally eat.  It's full of yummy veggies, is low-cal, and low-fat.  I've also tweeked the recipe just a bit and turned it into a more Indian-style dish rather than the Mediterranean/French cuisine it is supposed to be.  Hope you enjoy it as much as I do! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients:&lt;br /&gt;2 tablespoons olive oil&lt;br /&gt;1/2 onion, chopped&lt;br /&gt;2-3 cloves of garlic, minced&lt;br /&gt;1 eggplant, peeled &amp; cubed&lt;br /&gt;1 zucchini, halved length-wise &amp; sliced&lt;br /&gt;1 container of sliced mushrooms&lt;br /&gt;1 can of diced tomatoes&lt;br /&gt;salt &amp; pepper to taste&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon tumeric&lt;br /&gt;1 tablespoon curry powder&lt;br /&gt;1 teaspoon ground ginger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a large skillet, saute the onion &amp; garlic in olive oil on medium-high heat for 2-3 minutes.  Add eggplant, zucchini, mushrooms, tomatoes, and spices.  Bring to a boil; reduce heat and simmer covered for 10 minutes, or until veggies are soft.  Cook uncovered for 5 minutes until most of the liquid is evaporated.  Serve with rice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-5408656121935725426?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/5408656121935725426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=5408656121935725426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5408656121935725426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5408656121935725426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/02/ratatouille-not-movie.html' title='ratatouille (not the movie!)'/><author><name>Denise 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-3073279846557245078</id><published>2010-02-04T22:50:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T23:51:45.129-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='seasons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snow'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friendships'/><title type='text'>seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven" Ecclesiastes 3:1&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a winter storm is fast approaching central Ohio, most Ohioans are anticipating spring's arrival.  Not me.  I love winter.  Actually, I don't love winter as much as I love SNOW!  There's something about snow that simply makes my heart happy.  Maybe it's the way it sparkles like diamonds under the night sky.  Or maybe it's because it is so white, so pure.  Or maybe it's because of all the great memories I have of building snow forts with my brothers as a kid.  Either way, snow is wonderful, and I hope that we get a ton of it tomorrow! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even as I think about all the snow that we may get tomorrow, I can't help but think that spring is right around the corner.  Not long after spring arrives, summer will follow, then fall.  Before you know it, winter will be here all over again.  Seasons.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do we experience seasonal weather patterns, we also experience seasons of life.  We experience seasons in our careers, families, friendships, etc.  For me, I am going through of season of change in my friendships.  To be honest, for the last several years I haven't had any close friendships.  I have two best friends, but I don't talk to them on a regular basis.  I haven't actually hung out with either of them in years.  And to be honest, I've been lonely and longing for true friendships these past couple of years.  But that is slowly changing.  It's been hard, but I am putting myself out there and risking rejection in order to make new friends.  There is a group of girls that I am developing friendships with, and I truly believe God has placed them in my life at just the right time!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;What season of life are you experiencing right now?  How are you responding to that season?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-3073279846557245078?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/3073279846557245078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=3073279846557245078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3073279846557245078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/3073279846557245078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/02/seasons.html' title='seasons'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-5615641848104843716</id><published>2010-02-03T15:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T15:56:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>when it rains, it pours</title><content type='html'>Most of you have probably heard the saying, "when it rains, it pours."  This saying pretty much sums up my life this week.  First, my mom falls resulting in several broken ribs and a fractured knee.  Second, my husband, Josh, gets sick and spends most of the night and morning in the bathroom.  It's only Wednesday, and I can either anticipate something else bad happening or hope that it is going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I have a choice as to how I'm going to respond to the events in my life.  Today, I choose to hope that things will get better by the end of the week.  I also choose to praise God despite my circumstances.  In all circumstances, I want to respond with praise.  Just as Mercy Me sings:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;em&gt;Bring me joy, bring me peace&lt;br /&gt;Bring the chance to be free&lt;br /&gt;Bring me anything that brings &lt;br /&gt;You glory And I know there'll &lt;br /&gt;be days When this life brings me pain&lt;br /&gt;But if that's what it takes to &lt;br /&gt;praise You Jesus, bring the rain&lt;/em&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;How is your life going today?  What has your response been to your circumstances?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3810080104318348277-5615641848104843716?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/5615641848104843716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=5615641848104843716' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5615641848104843716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/5615641848104843716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title='when it rains, it pours'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3810080104318348277.post-9209914917265902710</id><published>2008-03-19T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T00:45:40.360-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Brutus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CUhq2hZeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U1nQ3sP7aIE/s1600-h/brutus+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179302877635634658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CUhq2hZeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U1nQ3sP7aIE/s320/brutus+021.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Hello, and welcome to my "new" place to blog. Tonight I've been downloading the many many photos from my camera. There were over 180 pictures from the beginning of the year, most of which were from Honesty's wedding in February. Those are not the one's which I want to share with you. Instead, I want to introduce you to the newest addition to the Dilley family -- baby Brutus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Isn't he just the cutest?!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CWEK2hZfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SUKYw6VTZ7Q/s1600-h/brutus+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179304569852749298" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CWEK2hZfI/AAAAAAAAAAU/SUKYw6VTZ7Q/s320/brutus+020.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brutus and Daddy had a great time playin' in the snow during the Blizzard of 2008. While he loves the snow, Brutus does not love the rain. We had an "incident" during his first bathtime and now he's a little hestitant going out in the rain. Oopsie!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CYU62hZgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A9BTbgKPFJ8/s1600-h/brutus+033.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179307056638813698" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CYU62hZgI/AAAAAAAAAAc/A9BTbgKPFJ8/s320/brutus+033.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Brutus loves playin' around with "bear." Funny thing is, Brutus isn't much bigger than "bear."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;And after a long, hard day at play, Brutus curls up with either Mommy or Daddy and goes to sleep.  Well, almost.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CZAK2hZhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pte572_Bgvk/s1600-h/brutus+036.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179307799668155922" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CZAK2hZhI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Pte572_Bgvk/s320/brutus+036.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&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/3810080104318348277-9209914917265902710?l=denisedilley.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/feeds/9209914917265902710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3810080104318348277&amp;postID=9209914917265902710' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/9209914917265902710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3810080104318348277/posts/default/9209914917265902710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://denisedilley.blogspot.com/2008/03/baby-brutus.html' title='Baby Brutus'/><author><name>Denise Dilley</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/S0_Uoc4RmJI/AAAAAAAAABA/aW7rvjwVCDA/S220/P1010024.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_gxN-OP0vGIA/R-CUhq2hZeI/AAAAAAAAAAM/U1nQ3sP7aIE/s72-c/brutus+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
