tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-44676782139863001562024-03-13T10:00:52.506-04:00A Thorn Among Rosesmommaof4wife2rhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/10374972882099227095noreply@blogger.comBlogger829125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-16400796691528432132020-08-25T19:05:00.001-04:002020-08-25T19:05:22.688-04:00<p><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">So, it's been a while since i posted...years, in fact. I stumbled upon to an old post and thought, I need to write more. So here we are now...</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WadA-HekPro/X0WWaNa-yMI/AAAAAAAAJOE/JRHtnxZpm14XE2owRsDWNTG0Dlttec8gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/Ehaus%2BNew%2BFam%2BPic%2BAaron%2B%2BPaige%2BWedding-3322.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1365" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-WadA-HekPro/X0WWaNa-yMI/AAAAAAAAJOE/JRHtnxZpm14XE2owRsDWNTG0Dlttec8gQCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/Ehaus%2BNew%2BFam%2BPic%2BAaron%2B%2BPaige%2BWedding-3322.jpg" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">My family looks completely different and times are different, but we are still just the same people. We've added one...P got married 2 years ago and now we have A. I will talk more about that later. But isn't our pic soooo cute? </span></p><p><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">For now, life is crazy and wild and sometimes completely unpredictable, but we are still praying and playing together. Ryan and I are on our 21st year of marriage (woot woot), and the kids are well, old! P is 25 and happily married to A, and they are celebrating 2 years next month. </span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEaK4UkJKGw/X0WXMaUWZWI/AAAAAAAAJOU/AWRRWUtHDfYADZ_itTeBhzT-XugZFhB5ACPcBGAYYCw/s2048/7E773918-CC50-4855-9F38-D0C448594C03.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="2048" data-original-width="1638" height="640" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vEaK4UkJKGw/X0WXMaUWZWI/AAAAAAAAJOU/AWRRWUtHDfYADZ_itTeBhzT-XugZFhB5ACPcBGAYYCw/s640/7E773918-CC50-4855-9F38-D0C448594C03.JPG" /></a></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">B is a junior, has a job and is blowing our minds with all she is achieving in this world, and she's one of the funniest kids on the planet. She's grown an amazing amount in all her therapies and in life in general...she's an advocate for all who struggle, and autism does not define her...she defines herself. She also was just hit by a truck (yep...a truck) while riding her bike: thus the crutches in the pic!</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: justify;"><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic"; text-align: left;">J 15, a freshman, and is a fashion loving, nail polish wearing, Netflix watching wonder. She has worked like a beast to learn to manage and cope and move through life with her RAD and other issues. She loves to clean (on her terms, of course), runs track, and enjoys her life group.</span></div><p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">S is 12 and is a 7th grader. She has so much energy and lives to play softball. She's got the kind of heart you would expect from a kid with 2 special needs sisters, and she will definitely conquer the world or continue to make it a better place.</span></p><p></p><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8PQI_BnWMw/X0WYxiOB07I/AAAAAAAAJOY/RqfGrUSwTr0moVC450fvEFxLpHuFtnnZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s2048/IMG_0859.HEIC" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1539" data-original-width="2048" src="https://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t8PQI_BnWMw/X0WYxiOB07I/AAAAAAAAJOY/RqfGrUSwTr0moVC450fvEFxLpHuFtnnZgCLcBGAsYHQ/s640/IMG_0859.HEIC" width="640" /></a></div><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";"><br /></span><p></p><p><span style="font-family: "Century Gothic";">As for Ryan and I...we are good. Always doing something to the house, or going to a sporting event for the kids, but still in love. He's still really hot.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">So that's a quick rundown...hopefully the goats and chickens and stories of my heart will entertain you or at least give you a little strength to make it to the next day.</span></p><p><span style="font-family: Century Gothic;">Much love, D</span></p>Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-80042233928297246702015-09-03T11:04:00.000-04:002015-09-03T11:06:45.287-04:00one lucky chicki have been super blessed with a man who not only loves and adores me, but thinks his daughters are all queens deserving of the most love a daddy can give. in this family, and with other special needs families, there are days that make being fully engaged, well, let's just say difficult.<br />
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<br />Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-66987843522043343012015-06-27T19:46:00.001-04:002015-06-27T19:46:03.790-04:00Crazy eyesOne of the best things about Zeus is his utter disregard for being left alone. He isn't a formal therapy doc, but was bought with the intent of being a therapy for b. <div><br></div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-os_rpu713RM/VY81uVE7dEI/AAAAAAAAEOU/OY8nA1GLA08/s640/blogger-image-839775411.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-os_rpu713RM/VY81uVE7dEI/AAAAAAAAEOU/OY8nA1GLA08/s640/blogger-image-839775411.jpg"></a></div><br></div><div>I think he has worked out very well. </div>Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-86712837325900317122015-06-23T18:02:00.001-04:002015-06-23T18:02:49.533-04:00Beach People<div>I just had a very scary convo...Sofia said, "I would really like to go to the mountains and hike." </div><div><br></div><div>Where have I gone wrong? Beach people. That's what we are. No bears at the beach!!!</div><div><div class="separator" style="clear: both;"><a href="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F8DlirUlJKU/VYnXh_jfBlI/AAAAAAAAEN4/ea1OWBrR_08/s640/blogger-image-671162803.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh3.googleusercontent.com/-F8DlirUlJKU/VYnXh_jfBlI/AAAAAAAAEN4/ea1OWBrR_08/s640/blogger-image-671162803.jpg"></a></div><br></div>Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-47656306594464860962014-05-06T14:18:00.002-04:002014-05-06T14:18:53.984-04:00when there's no longer 6...as a parent, i always have known and strived for my children to grow up and leave for college and be on their own. and i've been at this point now for almost a year, as p began her college career in august.<div>
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i saw that today...in the baptism of my jk and sofia. and in the company of family and friends and our amazing church family, westfield horizon christian fellowship. and since we're still worshipping in the school, we did a little baptizing in the old hot tub on the deck.<br />
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happily ever after started with this shower for sure. congrats brittany!Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-33201981005455549242013-06-05T15:02:00.000-04:002013-06-05T15:02:10.984-04:00growing up is hard to do...since i'm getting over being a mom to an adult child now, i'm ready to remind myself i'm not that old...and remember i still have my 3 little ones {which may or may not make me feel older}.<br />
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she adores animals more than almost anything else, other than family...so much so that she has been a vegetarian since she could speak.<br />
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the 2 major loves of her life: Oliver Joseph Poops-a-lot and Zeus...our bunny and dog, who both deserve a medal of honor for what they do with and for b and her ASD. <br />
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that's my b...Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-71785814320503095002013-06-03T09:08:00.001-04:002013-06-03T09:08:24.515-04:00graduation is a great way to get you to review your time with your kids in the past 18 years...it's a fun way to remember all the great things you have actually done with them along the way.<br />
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i loved prepping for the open house...getting all the pics together and the house ready. i just really wanted to completely honor paiger, admiring all the amazing accomplishments of a great young lady.<br />
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it is happening despite all the times i have sworn it wouldn't...she's graduating! it's official bc the school is planning a graduation service!</div>
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Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-65503149155874947162012-07-12T17:31:00.001-04:002012-07-12T17:31:08.233-04:00Wrong? Maybe in some people's eyesWhy do everything the designated way? When you are Sofia, you do it the Sofia way...only. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZUHVxo_yR-M/T_9CGWDbMSI/AAAAAAAACrY/MFm2G_bhIug/s640/blogger-image-92455158.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-ZUHVxo_yR-M/T_9CGWDbMSI/AAAAAAAACrY/MFm2G_bhIug/s640/blogger-image-92455158.jpg" /></a></div>Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-8971281450254253372012-03-27T20:41:00.001-04:002012-03-27T20:41:15.498-04:00Jada is 7!I can't believe it, but she is 7!!! <br />
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Had some good, old fashioned fun...friends, bouncey place, vampire fangs. <br />
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oh that delicious feeling of crumbs all over your back and butt while you sleep. ahhhh...relaxation!<br />
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anyway, i ask the obvious question..."what are you doing? you are in my bed!"<br />
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she says very nonchalantly, "oh my goodness, momma!! daddy ate way too many of these amazing crackers. and then he left them just sitting here in the box. <br />
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since there's not many left, now i HAVE to eat them.<br />
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wow, dad. wow."<br />
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my thoughts exactly...wow.Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-15775154010579829782012-02-16T13:46:00.001-05:002012-02-16T13:50:04.196-05:00later is better than never, right?i have been pathetic about blogging...and it's because of life and work and family getting in the way...and seriously, i love looking back over the years and seeing it all play out in pictures and words, so i'm doing the "better late than never approach"...<br />
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sofia turned 4 in january...i know it's mid february, but remember the theme! </div>
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i should start by saying that sofia had planned every detail of the birthday experience, down to the order in which we could tell her happy birthday. </div>
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nana played into the whole game and mailed her a package for her big day, which included a "birthday girl" ribbon, which she donned proudly for 2 days prior and on her actual birthday. in her words, "this way people can say, "well look, there's birthday girl, let's say hi!" <br />
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off we went with her plans...first was church, with the ribbon, of course. then out to "bee-bee's" (applebee's) for lunch for the french fries...and home for the "surprise" not surprise party and dq ice cream cake.<br />
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but before we could do the cake...we had to fully orchestrate the "surprise" portion of the party...that she had planned.<br />
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so, the not surprise, surprise party has happened. sofia hid under the couch with her friend, kameron, and we all counted to 3. then everyone, sofia included, jumped out and yelled "happy birthday"!<br />
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it was quickly followed by sofia running down the hall...yelling "surprise" on her own and giggling with joy. {{paige was not amused, but cooperated. and yes, we do have it all on video.}}<br />
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we headed to pound the ice cream cake...but were told by princess sofia that there was singing to be done, led by...her!<br />
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and there' nothing like friends. little kameron...do you think she and sofia could be cuter bff's from the cul-de-sac? seriously adorable!<br />
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we had big time fun...and all planned out by the 4 year old...and i have to say, i'm super grateful that it was that easy and that fun. i'm kinda blessed in an amazing way with a super fun kiddo...who's pretty darn cute too!<br />
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so we did the amazing jumping birthday party...{{ok, well, the jumping place is free on monday's so that's when we went...a little late, but she loved it}}. so the next day, we went jump free...and extended the fun!!<br />
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everyone played to their hearts content...although jada really wanted to win the gold watch in the claw game. sad. </div>
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they jumped and played and bounced and ran...and all was well. even dad got into the gig of it all...he'll never grow up!<br />
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well, happy bday to my baby girl, sofia. she made us an even fam of 6...a fam that learned to roll even more with what you have....and she's certainly taught me more and more to laugh through it all...and plan a little too.<br />
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{oh, paige...yes, she is still living, but she's almost 17 and just isn't into the whole "getting in the picture"...i'll catch her soon enough!}<br />
you've come a long way, baby.<br />
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paige is always doing sports or chilling with her friends. ryan travels. i work and work out. my parents travel a bit. my brother work insane schedules. my niece is only able to be with us twice a month, so gathering us together and then getting a picture...amazing feat.<br />
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in the past year, we have all seen a variety of things happen. but as i look at this picture, with my parents as the head, i am continuously reminded that they remain the same. i mean, we are all getting older and our lives change and all that, but with the steadfast upbringing based on the foundation of God's amazing love for us through his Son, Jesus Christ, i am able to stand and look around and say, "i am blessed."<br />
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i think sometimes that life was just simpler when i was a kid. fewer distractions and more family time. honestly, just less of us, too. i mean, we were definitely skinnier...and at least for me, life was more focused and with way less distractions. you know what those are, right? distractions!<br />
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sometimes that's hard...jobs become super difficult, finances are miserable (can i get an amen?), special needs kids and counselors and psychiatrists and teachers and IA's....it takes some time. you get what i mean...<br />
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as a kid, i remember my parents reading The Bible to me...and today, i can stand firm on Psalm 91...knowing that the Lord, Most High, is where i find my strength, my shelter, my love, and my Salvation.<br />
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Thanks Mom and Dad. Thanks...<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">He who dwells in the shelter of the Most High </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> will rest in the shadow of the Almighty.[a] </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">2 I will say[b] of the LORD, “He is my refuge and my fortress, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> my God, in whom I trust.”</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 3 Surely he will save you from the fowler’s snare </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and from the deadly pestilence. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">4 He will cover you with his feathers, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and under his wings you will find refuge; </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> his faithfulness will be your shield and rampart. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">5 You will not fear the terror of night, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> nor the arrow that flies by day, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">6 nor the pestilence that stalks in the darkness, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> nor the plague that destroys at midday. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">7 A thousand may fall at your side, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> ten thousand at your right hand, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> but it will not come near you. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">8 You will only observe with your eyes </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and see the punishment of the wicked.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 9 If you make the Most High your dwelling— </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> even the LORD, who is my refuge— </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">10 then no harm will befall you, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> no disaster will come near your tent. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">11 For he will command his angels concerning you </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> to guard you in all your ways; </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">12 they will lift you up in their hands, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> so that you will not strike your foot against a stone. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">13 You will tread upon the lion and the cobra; </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> you will trample the great lion and the serpent.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> 14 “Because he loves me,” says the LORD, “I will rescue him; </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I will protect him, for he acknowledges my name. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">15 He will call upon me, and I will answer him; </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I will be with him in trouble, </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> I will deliver him and honor him. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">16 With long life will I satisfy him </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"> and show him my salvation.” </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;">Psalm 91, NIV 1984</span>Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-54269203759716129372012-01-12T12:15:00.001-05:002012-01-12T12:15:34.042-05:00a little givingone of the deepest passions i have in life is serving the homeless. it all started back in 2009 on a mission trip in NYC where we spent 10 days handing out water and snacks to people on the streets for nothing.<br />
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people were so hardened they most often would choose to ignore it or refuse to accept a free gift...it's a very clear image of grace, actually. god gives us his grace freely...it's just there, but we have to choose to accept it and act on it.<br />
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when we all came home from NYC, the students started a not for profit called "the andy project"...and it's going wayyyy strong. here we are 4 years later and every 2nd and 4th saturday, like 50 people head to indianapolis to love and serve the less fortunate.<br />
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my student ministry, student impact of westfield, bring an entire trailer full of clothing, blankets, coats, hats and gloves for families...and we bring along students who just want to serve. {and the fam comes along some of the time too!! but always on christmas}<br />
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one of the best ways we serve is just being a friend. i have this amazing friendship with myra, that has developed over the years. there are so many stories to be told...lives that change and circumstances that bring people to a place where they need help...but in the end, everyone just wants to love and be loved. we all want validated. {i mean, i love ethos woman...she's so amazing. taking care of her 12 grandkids, working and still smiling}<br />
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so heavy on my heart today were my homeless friends. it's snowing and windy and cold for the first time in a few weeks. please remember them in your prayers...they are the least of these...and it's always a joy to serve them!<br />
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don't just think about serving this year...just do it. and do it well. happy 2012.Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-11142488235850069472012-01-04T14:01:00.002-05:002012-01-04T14:02:04.015-05:00'nastics timeit's good old gymnastics time...well, in like 5 hours, but the girls are a little excited.<br />
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{and yes, i do comb sofia's hair. she's just a wild one.}Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-13437746493835340622012-01-03T10:07:00.000-05:002012-01-03T10:07:33.423-05:00the hill is done!it's a new year...and we have had SNOW!!!! sweetness...because the girlies love it and it means getting out of the house to play and have some good old fashioned fun!!<br />
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sledding on the new sledding hill in town...which is uber awesome. we watched them building this thing over the last year and there has been tons of anticipation of the first snow.<br />
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check out miss jada's snowman...with arms!!!<br />
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i love the "nose" building the snowman. sooooo cute!<br />
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and brooke built a snow fort with her friends...sweetness!<br />
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and look at this...my brooke, with a HUGE smile on her face. i mean, priceless!<br />
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and check out the hours of fun...love winter break, by the way. amazing times!<br />
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it's the girlies first, with the new scripture that the Lord so graciously gave me to provide me with a reminder...amazing stuff.<br /><div>
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merry Christmas to you...</div>Danyele Easterhaushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15645625553845575954noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4467678213986300156.post-34832815994631855022011-11-22T10:30:00.001-05:002011-11-22T10:40:37.295-05:00baking timei'm not the made from scratch mom, but my girls love a little dump, stir and bake action.<br />
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my parents always are part of the night...which i love!!!<br />
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it wasn't what i wanted...i just tossed them in the yard and said stand there and we'll see what we get.<br />
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i was being somber a little and brooke looks at me and says, "mom, if you don't think about it and just move on, it will be better. besides, you are totally making it worse. i mean, we are all in the picture."<br />
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