tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-75496272778019479212024-02-07T07:46:42.936-06:00Running In CirclesPenny Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08962828497982352992noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549627277801947921.post-68273123998076836942011-02-24T20:21:00.001-06:002011-02-24T20:22:48.103-06:00Sweet Magnolia<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5c8gPboyDgRYDbVmMH1d-U-PRF8sawhM1X-NyXcqcoUg6QCp-uiqsaLmlHQEUCKqmCe2FYRTTpdn2Mg3e67pG2LI64s1dJdk_FdDOJGHIDX2WirVwITncAhuy7sHCAZCOj9NXIFC8CYI/s1600/IMG_1737+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="266" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgn5c8gPboyDgRYDbVmMH1d-U-PRF8sawhM1X-NyXcqcoUg6QCp-uiqsaLmlHQEUCKqmCe2FYRTTpdn2Mg3e67pG2LI64s1dJdk_FdDOJGHIDX2WirVwITncAhuy7sHCAZCOj9NXIFC8CYI/s400/IMG_1737+copy.jpg" width="400" /> </a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU0qIUk7tNq1LIcfr0dFlQ6TFXFimnBJSBXtDSpM3I69NIWT28_oRxvsbUW7DfbRHCL6HpfGfgahzI6W50Fr50PfGLp8HOZiE5CVM9dgxFdwDY6HjYG9IadAwvDS7dcIefkqfsUrAhZ_v/s1600/IMG_1743+copy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgyU0qIUk7tNq1LIcfr0dFlQ6TFXFimnBJSBXtDSpM3I69NIWT28_oRxvsbUW7DfbRHCL6HpfGfgahzI6W50Fr50PfGLp8HOZiE5CVM9dgxFdwDY6HjYG9IadAwvDS7dcIefkqfsUrAhZ_v/s320/IMG_1743+copy.jpg" width="213" /></a></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">*I don't know what she thinks about, what she dreams about. All I know is I can't imagine life without her. Love this sweet, sweet, little girl.*</div>Penny Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08962828497982352992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549627277801947921.post-62551297960538842162011-01-24T12:05:00.000-06:002011-01-24T12:05:26.703-06:00?Do you ever feel like writing, but the words just won't come out? That's exactly how I feel right now. I feel like I have so much on my mind, that I feel overwhelmed with thoughts and don't even know where to begin. I was hoping those last few sentences would spur something, but nothing. I've got nothing.<br />
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good day lovely people!Penny Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08962828497982352992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549627277801947921.post-3769759025401230792011-01-21T11:57:00.000-06:002011-01-21T11:57:44.105-06:00Love Is HereThe other day we stumbled across an amazing project while roaming the vast land that is facebook. We found <a href="http://loveishere.com/index2.html"><span style="color: #cc0000;">this</span></a> website, called <a href="http://loveishere.com/index2.html"><span style="color: red;">Love Is Here</span></a>. Here is a snippet we took from their webpage, <br />
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<em>"</em><a href="http://loveishere.com/"><span style="color: black;"><em>LoveIsHere.com</em></span></a><em> is an ongoing, honest conversation about love, relationships, marriage and family that is intended to awaken hope through the power of story. Our desire is that you will join the conversation and discover or share fresh vision and hope for the power and promise of lifelong, married love."</em><br />
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We've only been married for a little under 3 years, but we know that marriage is work it is beautiful, it is ugly but it is worth it. We can confidently say that we support this project fully, how incredible it is to find love and work for love and hope for a better world that loves more fully. We encourage you to visit this website, watch the videos, read some articles, be inspired and don't give up.<br />
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I've been thinking a lot lately about what people say about children and their parents. "You are your mother's daughter" or vice versa "You are your father's child." There have been so many times in Maggie's life that we've heard one or both of these phrases. Sometimes I think they are referring to me(Penny)and my likeness to my mom and dad. So i'm always shocked when I realize they are actually referring to our crazy-adorable, Maggie. <br />
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I guess I've never really thought she was much like me. For real, she's SO more interesting and exciting than her mom. I could go on and on, because she does all these amazing things: she laughs hysterically when her daddy plays the fart noises on his phone, she loves people (especially babies), she speaks chinese (some call it jibberish),she is a mover and loves to dance to hip hop, she loves "melmo" and "papa"(aka:mickey), she's recently started fake laughing(you know the one that sounds like urkle?)and most of all she is compassionate and knows exactly when someone needs a hug or snuggle out of the blue. <br />
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I know some of you will comment letting me know that she actually is much like me, based on that list. I too laugh hysterically to fart noises of any kind. Of course there will be similarities, because we (kyle and myself) are raising her. She will pick up on our quirkiness, our traditions and hopefully our love of the Lord. I truly hope she can grasp how much her parents love the Lord and desire for her to love Him. It's not easy and I'm sure at some point she will sturggle, but I pray she clings to truth. We are our Father's daughters and sons. None of us are orphaned. He loves us, cares for us and forgives us. In our darkest of dark, Jesus forgives us and loves us. I can promise Maggie that her parents will fail. I know she will disagree with us and be embarrased by us at some point in her life, but I hope she knows she is the Father's daughter and even though her parents fail, He never does. <br />
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I can't even begin to put into words how much I love my daughter. She has brought so much light and love to our family and friends and I might be bold enough to say even complete strangers. I've watched her grow for 17 months and can't help but imagine what the next months, years, decades will be like. I can't wait to watch her grow into a beautiful girl, young woman and adult. I'm already proud that I am my daughter's mother.Penny Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08962828497982352992noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549627277801947921.post-49386757853890899342010-12-01T23:41:00.000-06:002010-12-01T23:41:58.699-06:00A recent musical discovery.<object width="400" height="225"><param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /><param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always" /><param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=16663435&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=8c99a8&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" /><embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=16663435&server=vimeo.com&show_title=0&show_byline=1&show_portrait=0&color=8c99a8&fullscreen=1&autoplay=0&loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"></embed></object><p><a href="http://vimeo.com/16663435">Live at The Banks House</a> from <a href="http://vimeo.com/unitedpursuit">United Pursuit</a> on <a href="http://vimeo.com">Vimeo</a>.</p>Penny Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08962828497982352992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549627277801947921.post-27234715171524441032010-11-28T20:28:00.003-06:002010-11-28T20:29:49.139-06:00Anxious Joy<span style="font-size: small;">So we said, we want this blog to be a place to share our joys and struggles and well, this post is both.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">I've been struggling with anxiety and borderline depression for about 6 months now and find it constantly challenging to live my life without fear or something else trying to bog me down. I've been praying for a pure peace in Jesus- free of worry and do KNOW that prayer and reading scripture has been the only thing that has helped ease the tension and worry in me. Don't get me wrong, I do struggle and I struggle deep, but prayer and God's word does bring me unexplainable peace. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: small;">This month in our <a href="http://www.imagochristicp.org/">church</a> we have been reading through 1st Peter. The word from 1st Peter has really been blessing my heart. Specifically 1st Peter 1:3-9 ; <br />
</span><span style="color: orange; font-size: small;"> </span><span style="font-size: x-small;"><i style="color: black;"><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30378">"3</sup> Praise be to the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ! In his great mercy he has given us new birth into a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30379">4</sup> and into an inheritance that can never perish, spoil or fade. This inheritance is kept in heaven for you, <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30380">5</sup> who through faith are shielded by God’s power until the coming of the salvation that is ready to be revealed in the last time. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30381">6</sup> In all this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while you may have had to suffer grief in all kinds of trials. <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30382">7</sup> These have come so that the proven genuineness of your faith—of greater worth than gold, which perishes even though refined by fire—may result in praise, glory and honor when Jesus Christ is revealed.<b> </b><sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30383">8</sup> Though you have not seen him, you love him; and even though you do not see him now, you believe in him and are filled with an inexpressible and glorious joy, <sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30384">9</sup> for you are receiving the end result of your faith, the salvation of your souls."</i></span><br />
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There is hope knowing that there <i>is</i> splendor in the furnace and though I<i> do </i>struggle, I recognize that my pain helps me recognize when I do experience joy that <i>only</i> comes through the <b>Father</b>. </span><i style="color: black;"> </i></span>Penny Burnshttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08962828497982352992noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7549627277801947921.post-28377079276670550142010-11-28T19:46:00.000-06:002010-11-28T19:46:08.306-06:00Running in CirclesI think we can safely say, that we are often running in circles, whether that be with in our relationships with friends, family, the Lord or running in circles with our incredibly awesome toddler. We are really hoping this blog can be a place to highlight our joys, our struggles, our circles. This will be a joint project for Kyle and Penny (and Maggie). But please don't expect posts everyday, because well we don't want to shoot anyone's expectations down right away. We've got a lot going on, but want to make sure we are spending our primary time with people, loving each other and living. That said, we still will write and post about our circles.<br />
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cheers friends<br />
<span style="color: orange;">Penny</span> + <span style="color: orange;">Kyle</span> & <span style="color: orange;">Maggie</span><br />
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