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This is my friend from High school singing just want to pass this on

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Little David having a good time at the mall with the other Kids

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Robert is starting to smile at us knowing who we are as a family we say Momma and Daddy Nana Poppa to him

Little David Brian playing with his Tractor that he had for a while now He just loves it so much

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Little David starting to walk but he is Late he is getting the of walking Thank Goodness for walking

I love my and my Sons

i love this one about little Mickey mouse he is so Cute

my favorite line

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Happy Birthday

to me on the 26th

Little Robert trying to stay wake looking at momma

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

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Prayer and Fasting - What the Bible Says

The Old Testament law specifically required prayer and fasting for only one occasion, which was the Day of Atonement. This custom became known as "the day of fasting" (Jeremiah 36:6) or "the Fast" (Acts 27:9). Moses fasted during the 40 days and 40 nights he was on Mount Sinai receiving the law from God (Exodus 34:28). King Jehoshaphat called for a fast in all Israel when they were about to be attacked by the Moabites and Ammonites (2 Chronicles 20:3). In response to Jonah's preaching, the men of Nineveh fasted and put on sackcloth (Jonah 3:5). Prayer and fasting was often done in times of distress or trouble. David fasted when he learned that Saul and Jonathan had been killed (2 Samuel 1:12). Nehemiah had a time of prayer and fasting upon learning that Jerusalem was still in ruins (Nehemiah 1:4). Darius, the king of Persia, fasted all night after he was forced to put Daniel in the den of lions (Daniel 6:18).

Prayer and fasting also occurs in the New Testament. Anna "worshipped night and day, fasting and praying" at the Temple (Luke 2:37). John the Baptist taught his disciples to fast (Mark 2:18). Jesus fasted for 40 days and 40 nights before His temptation by Satan (Matthew 4:2). The church of Antioch fasted (Acts 13:2) and sent Paul and Barnabas off on their first missionary journey (Acts 13:3). Paul and Barnabas spent time in prayer and fasting for the appointment of elders in the churches (Acts 14:23).

Prayer and Fasting - Required or Recommended?
The Word of God does not specifically command believers to spend time in prayer and fasting. At the same time, prayer and fasting is definitely something we should be doing. Far too often, though, the focus of prayer and fasting is on abstaining from food. Instead, the purpose of Christian fasting should be to take our eyes off the things of this world and focus our thoughts on God. Fasting should always be limited to a set time because not eating for extended periods can be damaging to the body. Fasting is not a method of punishing our bodies and it is not be used as a "dieting method" either. We are not to spend time in prayer and fasting in order to lose weight, but rather to gain a deeper fellowship with God.

By taking our eyes off the things of this world through prayer and biblical fasting, we can focus better on Christ. Matthew 6:16-18 declares, "When you fast, do not look somber as the hypocrites do, for they disfigure their faces to show men they are fasting. I tell you the truth, they have received their reward in full. But when you fast, put oil on your head and wash your face, so that it will not be obvious to men that you are fasting, but only to your Father, who is unseen; and your Father, who sees what is done in secret, will reward you."

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David Brian Miner having a fun day outside he has been saying momma and dadda and hi bottle it is really cute how he said's it when you hear him saying cute things

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Hey everyone i am back from a wonderful Trip from Maui i will post pictures soon when i have time i Found a song for a wedding it is Called Lost in the Moment From Big and Rich i will post Lryics to the song soon when i will fine them

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Little David Brian is getting so big he loves listening to Grandpa play the Guitar
and watching his School Video where he learning his Abc and 123 i has been sitting up pretty good and know he is saying momma mmmmmmmm mmmmm so i hope he does a good job of Crawing to lol i hope you all well have a fun and a safe Christmas

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VINCE GILL TO INDUCTED TO GIBSON'S MUSIC CITY WALK OF FAME

Music City, Inc. today announced the third class of inductees to the Music City Walk of Fame presented by founding sponsor Gibson Guitar: Rodney Crowell, Bob DiPiero, Vince Gill, Jimi Hendrix, Buddy Killen and Barbara Mandrell. The six honorees will be recognized officially with the unveiling of commemorative sidewalk markers on Monday, Nov. 5, beginning at 3 p.m. in the Hall of Fame Park in downtown Nashville. The induction ceremony, which is sponsored by Great American Country (GAC), is free and open to the public. more


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Newest Hall of Famer Faces Frantically Busy October

This is not the month to invite Vince Gill out for coffee. He’s got a few other things to do. Besides promoting his current single, “How Lonely Looks,” the newest inductee to the Country Music Hall of Fame will be buzzing between Nashville and New York for a variety of appearances, including stops at NBC-TV, the Nokia Theater Times Square, the Grand Ole Opry, the Medallion ceremony at the Country Music Hall of Fame, the Ryman Auditorium and RFD-TV

Special Mosaic Preview #4 / New Excerpt Every Week!

The Deer

In the fall of 1989, a couple of friends and I took a much-needed road trip to a cabin in Indiana. We all had children at home. Two of us were pregnant at the time and looking forward to long, uninterrupted talks by the fire. After a good night's sleep, we put on the coffeepot first thing the next morning and started talking. By late afternoon, the conversation was still going, and we were still in our bathrobes.

All of us have life experiences that go untold. Maybe it was the safety of the cabin, the fact that the phone never rang, that allowed one of my friends to talk about her childhood so vulnerably. She told us a story that was sobering and terrifying.

I was seven months into my pregnancy, carrying my first daughter. Listening to this woman's story, I felt for the first time a very real fear for what might happen, what could happen, to my child despite all of my efforts to keep her safe.

A little bit of evil goes a long way.

A big dose is devastating.

We took a break in our conversation, emotionally drained. The sun would be setting soon and we all needed a little space to digest everything that had been spoken. I showered and dressed and went outside. I wanted to yell at someone. I wanted to cry. Instead, I picked my way down the wooded hill and crossed a creek by crawling on my hands and knees over a fallen tree.

I could not make any sense of life, at least not of that woman's life. I wanted to stop imagining the details of her story. I couldn’t.

As I reached the other side of the stream, I looked up and saw a deer standing in the trees about thirty feet away from me. It was not much bigger than a fawn, but old enough to have lost its spots. Slowly, I began walking toward the deer. He didn't run. When I was just a few feet away from him, I got down on my hands and knees and crept up beside him. I kept thinking he would bolt, but he stayed still.

Slowly I stretched out my hand until my fingers touched his nose. We both jumped back a little. Still he didn't run. I reached out again. This time I touched the fur on his neck, then his shoulder. I began petting him gently, then scratching his chest until I found myself wrapping my arms around his neck and leaning against him. It was the most peaceful interaction I have ever had with an untamed animal. After a while I backed away, turned, and walked toward the creek. When I looked back, the deer was gone.

It’s hard to put into words what I drew from that unexpected experience. Strangely, a calm wonder had replaced my fear.

The next day, as we were packing to leave, the owner of the cabin dropped by to see us off. I asked her how long they had been feeding the deer around there. She thought about it a minute and said, "I can't say that I've ever seen a deer here before."
"Peace I leave with you. My peace I give you. Let not your heart be troubled, neither let it be afraid."

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Mother's Day

Mother’s Day 2006 was cold in Nashville, unusual for May when climbing roses are already in full bloom. For a fire lover, the weather was a gift. I treated myself to two outdoor fires built in the copper fire pit that Deanna and Phyllis had given me for my birthday. My theme for the day was “I’m taking the day off.” And I did.

By late afternoon I had settled myself outdoors in a rocking Adirondack chair in the backyard next to a roaring fire with a blanket over my legs, a good book on my lap, and a cool drink on the wide flat armrest of the chair.

I’d enjoyed the company of each of my children earlier in the day and was now enjoying the quiet, surrounded by my thoughts. Then the patio door opened and out walked Jenny, my twenty-four-year-old stepdaughter. She’s always a welcome sight, but I had figured she’d made plans for the whole day with her mother. They are very close.

With a beautiful smile on her face, she called out, “I couldn’t let Mother’s Day go by without coming to see you too.”

She joined me by the fire. As we sat there together, sipping from our glasses, catching up on the family news, my thoughts went back to the cloudy spring day Vince and I got married on a hillside in Williamson County. The pictures of our freshly blended family were filled with grim-faced children—Jenny was seventeen, Matt twelve, Millie ten, and Sarah seven. How many conflicting emotions were at work that day? All of us had been through several years of uncertainty and upheaval.

And then I scrolled back a little further to a fall afternoon a few months before the wedding, to the first time I was ever alone with Jenny. We’d been at a golf course, watching her dad host a fund-raiser for Junior Golf at the Golf House of Tennessee. It was the fall of 1999, and Vince and I were in the first stages of being a public couple after several years of tabloid speculation. The day was beautiful and sunny, and Vince was obviously glad we were all in the same place at the same time.

For Jenny and me it was a different story. Our interaction was strained and polite. I remember looking at her face, watching her watch her father, feeling the unbridgeable chasm between us. I wondered how she felt about all the changes in her life throughout her high-school years. Now she was a senior, and her father had invited me into his world and consequently into hers. For some reason I thought about the book We’re Going on a Bear Hunt, a book I had read to my children many times. On every page some obstacle presents itself to the reader, and the following refrain echoes again and again:

Can’t go over it.
Can’t go under it.
Can’t go around it.
Have to go through it.

I asked Jenny if she wanted to leave the golf course, hop in my car, and go to the Sonic drive-through a few miles up the road. She shrugged and nodded and followed me to the car. I knew the conversation that needed to happen and was fighting back tears before we even got out of the driveway.

I felt like someone who’d borrowed a car without asking, returned it to the front driveway completely wrecked, and then walked into the house trying to act like everything was normal.

It was an awful feeling.

Driving up Franklin Road, I found myself stringing thoughts and words together that I hoped she would hear. It took everything in me to push those words into the air between us.

In response, she rolled the window down and lit a cigarette. Then her cell phone rang.

I welcomed the chance to collect myself.

As I listened to her side of the conversation, it dawned on me that her life was filled with people whom she had chosen, as was mine. Circumstances had brought us together, but that didn’t guarantee a relationship.

Slowly, awkwardly, we outlined a kind of truce between us: what she could tolerate, what we were willing to accept in each other. Even in this slightly adversarial setting, I loved her mind. It was a good first respectful step.

Over the years, little by little, meal by meal, birthday by birthday, phone call by phone call, Christmas by Christmas, card game by card game, trip by trip, movie by movie, conversation by conversation, we became family.

I had always wanted five kids.

Happy Mother’s Day

Amy Grant - Special MOSAIC Preview - New Excerpt Every Week

How did I wind up here?

I ACCIDENTALLY ENDED UP in the music business. Through a series of unexpected circumstances, the same year I wrote my first song (“Mountain Man,” 1976), I was offered a record deal. I was fifteen. Chris Christian, the man who “discovered” me, is rumored to have said, “She’s not that great of a singer, but she’s sincere.” I was also clueless.

I booked myself to sing for churches, youth groups, weddings, anyplace they’d have me, along with my songs about faith.

A few days a month I drove to Goldmine studio after school in my plaid kilt uniform to work with my youth-group leader and producer, Brown Bannister. There was no rush and no deadline. No one was holding his breath. My first record came out in 1978 during spring break of my senior year in high school. I autographed album jackets for my classmates at Harpeth Hall the way one would autograph yearbooks. There was no fanfare or publicity around the quiet release of my first record. I was seventeen, and within a few weeks I got my first concert offer.

Brown got the call about the booking and phoned me, so I drove over to talk to him about it. Up to this point, I had only sung for people I knew—family, friends, schoolmates—and the idea that a total stranger would call and ask me to sing for a group of more strangers was mind-boggling. Brown said the request was for three hundred dollars.

Three hundred dollars. My mind went racing. I had been saving money for my freshman year at college. My parents were paying my tuition, but I was saving up for extra spending money. As much as I wanted to go to Denver for the concert, spending three hundred dollars would wipe out my savings. I told Brown why I couldn’t go. He started laughing and corrected my thinking. No, I did not have to pay them three hundred dollars for the opportunity to sing. Miracle of miracles, they were willing to pay me. I couldn’t believe my ears. As it turned out, my appearance at Lakeside Amusement Park, sandwiched between the deafening roller coaster and the fish-feeding area, was the beginning of a long, steep learning curve about hard work, expectation, preparation, and professionalism. I’ve sung thousands of concerts since then, released over twenty recordings, and I’ve watched the music business change drastically. I have some awards on the shelf and gold and platinum records in frames on the wall.

It’s been hard work and always interesting. I’m amazed that doing my job led me into the company of so many fascinating people and has taken me to so many unexpected places. Doors that I never thought existed, much less considered knocking on, have swung open for me. That high-school kid (or, for that matter, this forty-six-year-old woman) never had any aspirations for fame or success, but because of the people in my life who dreamed for me and stood beside me and enabled me, I have lived an amazing life.
As I sit here rolling back over the years in my mind, one memory leads to another, far too many moments to recount, but here are a few that make me smile.

***

I was swimming toward a yacht in the Mediterranean Sea, so far away from the shore that I could barely see it. Several yards ahead of me was Barbara Bush, with Secret Servicemen swimming on either side of her. I’ve got a healthy fear of sharks and things that might be in the water, but I knew that there was nothing dangerous in this part of the water world. And I’d been told that if I couldn’t make it, someone would come and get me. The salt water was so buoyant that I could swim, or stop and rest and just lie back. Barbara turned around and shouted, “You know, the Secret Service is here for me, not for you! So take care of yourself.”

Vince and I had been invited to go on a trip that the Bush family has taken every year since George Bush Sr. left office. With them, they take their extended family and a circle of friends of their choosing. They like music, and almost every year they invite someone musical to come along. This particular year they invited Vince and me. And they told us, “Please bring your guitars, but you don’t have to sing.”

The trip was filled with hiking, backgammon, wonderful meals, and great conversations. Most of those people whose company I enjoyed I will probably never see again. We walked remote, narrow roads on little Greek isles, and at one point we took a bus ride that scared me to death, up a winding road. We discovered a little, family-owned museum. The owner had married an Englishwoman. They showed us ancient relics, and when we left, we promised to send music. (I’ve yet to send the music, but I still have the address.) At a seaside trattoria, under the stars, we danced wild, reckless Greek dances.
That’s not the first time we’d been invited to do something with the Bushes because of music. Twelve years earlier, when President Bush Sr. had lost the election to Bill Clinton, he organized a farewell gathering at Camp David to thank people who had supported him through his time in office. I was invited to come and sing at a Sunday-morning chapel program. Gary and I went, and my mom came along to help with six-week-old Sarah.

It was a quick trip. We arrived at our cabin around dinnertime on a Saturday night and were told that if we were hungry, we should walk to a particular cabin a short distance away. I figured it was a cafeteria or something. It was dark, and I couldn’t get a feel for the place. When we knocked on the cabin door, it was opened by George and Barbara. It was just the five of us having dinner. And then we all watched a movie—Of Mice and Men—together, curled up on the sofa with their dog, Millie.

I had met them once before, on a tour of the White House, when Matt was a baby. Years later, they came to a Christmas show and sat in the audience. At the same time, Vince was getting to know the Bushes through his music. He sang at the dedication of the Bush Library.

Life takes some interesting turns. Here in a remote cove, stretched out under the stars around a bonfire, Vince and I sat at George and Barbara’s feet, and played guitar and serenaded President Bush on his eighty-first birthday. They watched the stars and heard the waves lapping. It was beautiful.

***

It was a cool summer evening in Colorado with a tiny mist of rain. Vince and I were at a cookout, along with several other friends, at Chris and Kevin Costner’s house in Aspen. The burgers were great. The conversation was better.

I had met Kevin at a fund-raiser golf tournament in Las Vegas several years before. Perhaps to be more politically correct, the organizers thought they should involve at least one female golfer, and I was playing golf at the time. I wasn’t an actor, and people had paid thousands of dollars to play with movie stars. Whoever drew my name not only didn’t get a movie star but didn’t get a good golfer either. My manager and friend, Jennifer, was with me on this trip, and we struck up an interesting conversation with Kevin.

Now anybody who knows me knows that my favorite movie of all time is Dances with Wolves. I love its narrative perspective, its setting in history, the cinematography, the exquisite use of empathy. I never imagined I would have the chance to meet the film’s creator, but I did, and we talked about the world of acting and the magic of film and music. In the way that one thing leads to another, a few years later Kevin and I sang a duet for his movie The Postman, and I even gave acting a brief try. Now, a decade later, I was enjoying an outdoor fire and live music at his enchanting Colorado hideaway. Music brought me here.

***

Just because I included Mario Andretti’s name in a song called “Good for Me,” I was invited to watch the Indy 500 from his family’s private box in the spring of 1992 (my manager, Chaz Corzine, who accompanied me that day, jokingly asked if there was any way I could include Victoria’s Secret model Jill Goodacre’s name in my next song). That day after the race, I met team owner Paul Newman for the first time. The mood was subdued because it was a dark day in Andretti racing history: Three Andrettis had started, and none of them finished. One was in the hospital. I was afraid all of them would think I had jinxed the outcome and never expected to hear from any of them again. But Paul’s friend and stunt double, Stan Barrett, suggested I be invited to sing at the September gala of Paul’s Hole in the Wall Gang Camp. All proceeds from his food products go to fund this facility for sick children, and twice since that day I’ve made the trip to Connecticut to sing at the camp.

On my second visit, I met Carole King, truly my greatest musical influence. She was jetlagged from a trip overseas, but I was just glad we got to breathe the same air. Later, I sang on a tribute project to her great songwriting, and she sent me an old Tapestry LP cover, signed “Good Job.” When it arrived, I ran around the house like a crazed kid, called my mother, and then my grade-school boyfriend, Johnny, saying, “You are the only one who will understand how monumental this is for me.” Like everybody else, I know what it feels like to be a real fan.

***

I was thrilled to be asked to participate in the 1987 Prince’s Trust concert in London, my first opportunity to work with Art Garfunkel, Robin Williams, and James Taylor. When my family and I arrived in London, I was a brand-new mother of a nine-week-old son, Matt, and we were both incredibly jetlagged. In a brief backstage meeting, Princess Diana gave me some encouraging words as another working mom. She agreed it was worth the fatigue to have your children with you. Later that night in a dressing room, James Taylor called out to me, “Give me that boy,” taking a fussy Matt so I could have a break. I couldn’t help but think of his beautiful lullaby “Sweet Baby James,” which I had listened to a million times. To this day, I love the honesty of his music. I have been to a dozen of his live shows, and not a week goes by that I don’t pull out one of his CDs and listen to it.

***

My Grandmother Grant took my sisters and me to see Tony Bennett in Las Vegas when I was twelve. He was her favorite. Twenty-seven years later, Tony was my guest on a CBS Christmas special filmed in Banff. He was charming and delightful, the consummate gentleman. While we were talking about a particular song we would be singing together on the show, he showed me a painting in progress. It was a landscape. Obviously, his real passion was painting. I used to carry art supplies on the road, and after seeing his painting, I’ve started carrying them again.

A few days after I got home, an enormous spray of roses arrived at my door, with a card from Tony.

***

There are places I have been just because a video director wanted to film me in a particular spot. During the filming of the “Lead Me On” video, I enjoyed a cappuccino hot from the catering truck, miles from nowhere, in the middle of Zion National Park. The film crew had been given permission to be in a remote area of the park. The moment was not lost on me. I was enjoying a favorite drink in a rare setting.

I was in a bit of a time crunch during an overseas tour, so on a day off, I flew to the coast of Spain to film a video for “I Will Remember You.” Standing on a rocky outcropping, high above the deep blue waves, it seemed to me that if the wind caught my oversized blouse (pregnant again) just right, I might sail off the edge.

I’ve watched the sunrise from the top of the Empire State Building, hours before the crowds showed up, while taping an episode of NBC’s Three Wishes. As host of the show, I accompanied a young boy named Colton who was losing his eyesight and wanted to see New York City in all its glory.
During another episode of Three Wishes, my son, Matt, and I experienced zero gravity over the Atlantic Ocean on a NASA training flight, granting the wish of a young man from Cincinnati who plans to become an astronaut. That was the greatest “take your kid to work” day of my life (and neither one of us threw up).

***

I’ve received a letter from each of our last seven presidents, and I’ve had conversations with Rosa Parks and Coretta Scott King.

I’ve won a golf tournament with Bill Murray, and shared a dressing room with Carly Simon and Loretta Lynn.

I’ve met most members of the Grand Ole Opry.

I’ve played golf with Arnold Palmer.

My favorite collection of photographs is of my daughter Millie and me—a gift from Annie Leibovitz.

***

When I was in my late teens, I was invited to be a part of a Billy Graham crusade in Nashville, Tennessee. The football stadium was packed, and it was without a doubt the largest crowd I had stood in front of up to that point. I hardly remember meeting Dr. Graham then, overwhelmed by the situation.
I have been a part of several Billy Graham crusades since then. The last one was in Minneapolis in the late nineties. Before the evening started, I had a chance to visit with Billy. I felt pretty sure I was headed for a divorce, though no one knew it but me, and out of respect, I felt like I needed to tell him that my life was derailing. His organization sets a high standard. If I was going to stand on his stage as an invited guest, I didn’t want anyone to be taken by surprise by later events. He talked to me about his own children, reminding me that God is always at work in our lives, even when we take the long way home. The good news of the gospel was as powerful in the tiny curtained-off backstage area where we spoke as it was in the full-to-capacity stadium that night.

***

Unique gifting brings some people’s lives to the forefront. That’s true in every arena. I’ve been fortunate to have had wonderful interactions, both onstage and off, with many people whose work has had a profound influence on my life.
I know that these doors were opened to me because of music. The opportunities have left me thrilled and dumbstruck, verbose and tongue-tied, and always feeling like I’m in a little bit over my head.
And curious about what’s around the next corner.

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Moonlight Conversation

Sometimes I crave a kind of connection with nature, with myself, with God that I don’t know how to achieve. The absence of it makes me feel caged up inside. I can’t sit still. I can’t listen well.

The other day I felt this way and talked of going to the farm. I planned to ride horses, go on a hike, sit on a hillside. As it turned out, by the time I pulled out of the driveway, heading for the country, carrying two dogs, two kids, and pulling a tent camper, the sun was an hour from setting. There wasn’t enough daylight left to do anything. So I just positioned the camper on the edge of the woods and left it there.

I turned on lights in the cabin, and left the girls to listen to their latest obsession, High School Musical.

I alternately pulled weeds from between the wooden porch steps and sat in the rocking chair, then pulled more weeds, then rocked a little... all the time wondering, Is this it?

Was this moment the thing that had made me so antsy to leave town? Now I was antsy in the country, and getting bug bites.

At least the girls were having fun, singing soundalike lyrics at the top of their lungs, not much of it making sense, but that didn’t matter to them.

By now a butter yellow moon had risen over the treetops, and I was compelled to walk through a little stacked-rail fence onto the open hillside where Vince and I had said our wedding vows. The beauty of the sky at night and the stillness of the warm summer air were beginning to settle in on me, and I could feel their calming effect.
The pacing in my mind and heart was slowing down.

And as I stood there, gratitude began rising to the surface.

Gratitude for so many things... For this time in my family’s history, marriages, babies, for my parents, for all the comings and goings under my own roof. This uncluttered, uninterrupted moment with my bare feet on the grass made me feel closer to the connectedness I longed for.

Maybe I should pray. Maybe out loud.

But when I opened my mouth, the words seemed outside the moment.My voice too thin. The actual sounds inadequate and out of place. If this had been male-female communication, words would have stopped and touch would begin. How natural. But how does the created connect with the Creator?

I welcomed my gratitude, pictured my loved ones, and then began moving my arms, my hands, my feet in communication... I saw my sisters’ faces. And then I bent down, reaching, and then stood, stretching up, and I rocked my arms and my body and pictured all of us rocking each other’s babies...

And then I was marching and seeing my father, and dancing a jig... And then I moved in gratitude for my mother, kneeling, and bending,
and rising... And then for my children and Vince, and I moved and twirled and danced, and balanced, and stood and spun until I was panting and my heart was racing and I felt connected.

Later, walking back to the cabin, it occurred to me that I should do a little more stretching to stay limber so I can pray wordlessly in the moonlight when I’m ninety.

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Every little whisper every little sound
Brings me comfort whenever you're around
A heart full of wonder and sweet reverie
Gives me a reason a reason to believe

Chorus:
Forever's just begun
We'll never turn and run
Slowly we've become
One, one

Slowly we've become one
I love the way we're different
And the way we're the same
Making love to each other
Is like shelter from the rain

Isn't it amazing
What i see in your eyes
I'll be your partner
And never leave your side

Repeat chorus

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FROM These days

feat. Emmylou Harris

Have you ever watched the sunset
Disappear in the water down in Mexico
The sky on fire melting into the ocean
Man there's some things that never get old

Have you ever seen a baby walk for the first time
It's like watching a sparrow, a sparrow's wings unfold
When that baby smiles up at you
Man there's some things that never get old

Makin' sweet love to that gal of mine
My first taste of bluebird wine
Eatin' watermelon down to the rind
Any old song by brother John Prine

Sometimes that face looking back in the mirror
Make that mirror, make that mirror cold
But in my heart, oh I'm a hundred years younger
Man there's some things that never get old

Ridin' into town with some friends of mine
It's a two-tone Chevy, she's a '59
Ice cold beer in the summertime
Pickin' on the back porch with brother John Prine

I think livin' is one long highway
I'm bettin' Heaven is at the end of the road
I think love just might be the answer
Man there's some things that never get old

I think love, oh Lord, I know it's the answer
Man there's some things that never get old

These Days Vince Gill

Man I've seen it all
I've had my back against the wall
Pain and misery, empty victories
Then you came along

[Chorus:]
Oh these days
I'll take these days
Over any other days I've ever known
Oh your sweet ways make these sweet days
Feel like home

Man I've chased some crazy dreams
Reaching for that big brass ring
Bitter memories I've put behind me
I found out it's the little things

[Chorus 2x]

Oh your sweet ways make these sweet days
Feel like home

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Sleeping like a little angel he was Conted out but having a good time at our Cousins wedding

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our Little David Brian is Two months old siting with momma and he went to see his Grandma and Grandpa Miner he is 3months now

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Hi all sorry i have not updated my website in a while i been really busy with my Son his name is David Brian Miner after his Daddy he is a wonderful baby

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This is my sister in law Kate who is opening a gift from her brother and her sister in law Jenny on Christmas morning

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HI Everyone i have been really busy with Holidays and Christmas coming up on Monday it been really Good for me to take a break from all the Christmas stuff and just update my updated my website these are the houses from Rocklin Ca down below is a link for you to come and look around sorry if the pictures are out of Focus i been really trying my best enjoy the Holidays with family and friends
Click on the Kids below to see some more Christmas lights

Maybe we need another miracle.
Each epoch ought to have one of its own,
Reducing skeptics to a single groan,
Renewing faith with evidence empirical.
Yes, we need fresh testimony lyrical,
Changing hearts that else would change to stone,
Healing those who, hearing, would atone,
Replacing reason with a canticle.
If only God would visit us again,
Showing us for sure His patient love,
Taking on our sins a second time!
Maybe we could be quite certain then,
Ablaze with what our faith would outright prove,
So for ourselves to witness the sublime.

Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to reshape souls and roots and skies,
A time to give your heart to everyone

Freely, like a rich and lavish sun,
Like a burning star to those whose lonely sighs
Show need of such a time for love and fun.

For children first, whose pain is never done,
Whose bright white fire of anguish never dies,
It's time to give your heart to every one,

That not one angel fall, to hatred won
For lack of ears to listen to her cries,
Or arms to carry him towards love and fun,

Or friends to care what happens on the run
To adult life, where joy or sadness lies.
It's time to give your heart to everyone,

For God loves all, and turns His back on none,
Good or twisted, ignorant or wise.
Christmas is a time for love and fun,
A time to give your heart to everyone.

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Hello from the laptop i now have two computers hooked up to a Router i am very pleased with my computers one is a pc with xp and a apple laptop that i am typing on right now my thanksgiving was wonderful and i hope everyone had a nice one to

This year around christmas time i will be putting up some christmas pictures from a street called Pubble Creek with all kinds of Lights be looking out for that next few days

Family pictures

The first picture is me with my Cousin Stef i had braces on back then
the 2nd is me when i was little just playing around

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The Gift Of Friends

There are days when
bubbling from us comes
the innocent child within,
who giggles at the little things
and wears a silly grin.

There are days when
melancholy comes to
visit for a while;
the mind feels tired, the body weak;
we have no strength to smile.

There are days when
joy abundant
grabs a hold of you and me;
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lifts us up and sets us free.

There are days when
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'till our hearts ache to the breaking,
'till our eyes can't shed a tear.

There are days when
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with its beauty and its mystery,
its power and its might.

And there are days when
life rewards us
and seems to make amends
by granting us a marvelous gift,
the precious gift of Friends

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The top 3 are my Cousins from Chico CA The picture you see on the right is Koby with the Green shirt and Kadin is in the Blue and Kadin is walking now and my favorite hat

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If you ever been to Lake tahoe you can picture how big the lake goes and how far and how wide it is and how Clear the water is but it is sure Cold to get in there If you look cross the lake you might see some snow on the Hills

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There is a gal used to own this House her name was Knight you can Look up her histoy on the tahoe site

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Pictures of the lake tahoe in Cali and in Nv where really pretty day there and was really nice to get out and see what Nature has to play i love fall colors in the pictures the first picture about some history in Tahoe If you ever come to Tahoe you might want to bring a coat becuse it gets really Cold Brrrrrrr

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A Somber Remembrance Last years News story

Although the burial service was reserved for family, close friends and members of the Rocklin Police Department, the memorial for Matthew Redding on Friday at Adventure Christian Church in Roseville was anything but restricted.

Former classmates, now-grown Little League teammates and the many who considered the Rocklin Police officer a friend were among the mourners who filled the 3,000-seat auditorium.

Hundreds of law enforcement personnel, some from as far away as Oakland, Los Gatos, Santa Cruz and Redding, filled much of the lower-level seating. The church parking lot was filled nearly one hour before the morning memorial service.

"I thought the service was beautiful," said John Redding, Matthew's father. "It is amazing to see how many lives Matthew touched."

A huge funeral procession that included around 100 police motorcycles passed through Rocklin streets after the Roseville service and eventually reached Bayside Covenant Church in Granite Bay, where a reception was held.

After the service, John and Marilyn Redding later said goodbye to their son during a private burial ceremony as he was laid to rest in the Rocklin cemetery.

The 29-year-old Redding, who was struck by a pick-up truck allegedly driven by Eric Dungan, 25, of Lincoln at about 4 a.m. Sunday, died a short time later in Sutter Roseville Medical Center.

Redding's casket was draped by an American flag and watched over by an honor guard whose members were replaced about every 10 minutes.

Mark Redding, 24, and his brother's fiancée, Jessica Navarette, were visibly moved as they said their farewells.

They weren't alone. Emotion was evident early in the service. People with tissues dabbed their eyes and noses as Redding's parents and brother walked hand-in-hand to the stage.

John Redding said his son had always been a strong person. He spoke of Matthew's growing-up years - how he liked to help his mom do landscaping, had been a good role model to his younger brother, wanted to be a professional baseball player or a police officer and the many hunting and fishing trips father and son had shared.

"Somewhere between we became best friends," he said.

Arthur Navarette, who would have become Redding's father-in-law, said he already thought of Matthew as a son. When Redding's fiancée spoke, she said they had planned to grow old together.

"Not only was my love stolen from me, so was my future," Jessica Navarette said. "I miss Matt so much."

Using Redding's Bible to quote his favorite Scripture from Psalms 1, Pastor Jay Vincent of Sierra Baptist Church noted the young officer loved his family and friends dearly, but treasured the Bible above all else. Vincent has lived across the street from the Reddings since they moved to Rocklin in 1986.

Rocklin Police Chief Mark Siemens said the large gathering showed how "special Matt was."

"We are here to honor his life and career," Siemens said. "One of the most rewarding acts in my career is the swearing in of new officers. This tall, strong hometown boy was proud to be a cop, and wore a smile for weeks (after he was sworn in)."

Siemens said although he had hired many police officers, Redding was one who surprised him. After a couple of years the tall, thin young man had buffed up and learned a great deal from veteran mentors.

"Before long he was showing us how it was done," Siemens said. "Matt caused all of our officers to have greater contact with the community, if for no other reason than to flag them down and ask, 'Is Matt Redding working tonight?'"

Applause erupted when Siemens declared Gov. Arnold Schwarzenegger's office had declared December would be known this year as Redding Drunk Driving Awareness Month.

A theme throughout the memorial was Redding's Christian faith. Pastor Richard Cimino of Metro Calvary Church, where Redding attended, spoke of Redding's love for Bible studies and people.

"I once asked Matt, 'Do you ever get afraid?' He said, 'No, I like catching the bad guys,'" Cimino said. "More than anything he wanted to be a Jesus man."

After a slide presentation that featured photos of Redding, Cpl. Eric Dollar of the Rocklin Police Department read the Policeman's Prayer,

"I don't think I can do this," he said, choking back tears. Haltingly he exchanged the word "policeman" with Redding's first name in the poem's last stanza.

"Step forward now Matt, you've borne your burdens well," Dollar read. "Come walk a beat on heaven's street, you've done your time in hell."

The Redding family and Navarette were presented folded flags by Siemens and Asst. Chief Dan Ruden before the ceremony ended. Law enforcement personnel saluted as they filed past the coffin, which was then led by a lone bagpiper to the church parking lot where uniformed officers stood at attention to observe three helicopters honoring Redding with a flyover.

Lt. David Johnstone, who acted as department liaison and helped the family make funeral arrangements, said there were countless volunteers and personnel who loved Redding and assisted in making memorial preparations.

"This has been part of my healing process, doing this has helped me," Johnstone said. "The Reddings have been amazing. To know them is to know Matt."

October 9, 2006 Declared an Official Day of Remembrance in Rocklin

The Rocklin City Council has declared October 9, 2006 an Official Day of Remembrance in the City of Rocklin in honor of the service and sacrifice of Officer Matt Redding, who was killed in the line of duty on that date last year.

Councilmember Hill read the resolution during Tuesday’s regular City Council meeting.

Officer Redding was killed by a drunk driver in the early morning hours of October 9, 2005, on Highway 65 near Stanford Ranch Road while he was directing traffic away from his fellow officers during a car stop. He was a member of the SWAT team and was decorated for valor, life saving and meritorious duty.

Officer Redding was also a champion in the fight against drunk driving. Officer Redding served as a Rocklin police officer for 4 years. The City Council described him as a man committed to his family, friends, his fellow officers and the community.

Members of the public are invited to attend a candlelight vigil on October 9, 2006 at 7:00 p.m. in front of the Rocklin Police Station, 4080 Rocklin Road.

Introduction to Rocklin History Series

Recent archeological evidence indicates earliest human habitation of the Rocklin area at about 7,000 years ago. About 3000 year ago, perhaps as late as 1500 years ago, the Nisenan, sometimes called Southern Maidu, occupied the area. Although Euro-Americans severely disrupted their culture in the 19th century, descendents of these people still reside in South Placer County.

Although Euro-Americans were probably fishing and harvesting game in the Rocklin area in the late 18th and early 19th centuries, major Euro-American settlement started in the early 1850’s as fortune hunters sluiced for gold in Secret Ravine, that area of oaks and dredger tailings that we see today southeast of interstate 80 between Roseville and Loomis.

The area’s industrial development started in the mid to late 1850’s as the Argonauts abandoned their sluice boxes to quarry granite for public buildings in Sacramento and San Francisco. Boom times for Rocklin started in the mid-1860’s as Rocklin quarries supplied stone for construction of the transcontinental railroad between 1864 and 1869 and the railroad located a roundhouse in Rocklin in 1866 to service the extra engines needed for the trans-sierra run.

Rocklin’s granite industry survived lean times in the late 19th century but began to flourish in the late 1880’s and 1890’s as the quarries employed pneumatic technology and Finnish Immigrants came to control quarry ownership and dominate Rocklin’s social life. Labor strife and competition from cement-based concrete permanently decimated the industry in the early 20th century although one quarry continued to operate until 2004.

Rocklin’s round house operations moved to Roseville in 1908 displacing 300 workers. This event coupled with a declining granite industry attenuated Rocklin’s growth until high tech industries began to locate here and Highway 80 brought Rocklin within easy commute distance of Sacramento in the early 1960’s.

Most of today’s Rocklin occupies the southern 12,000 acres of the former Spring Valley Ranch. George Whitney founded this ranch in 1855 and transferred ownership to his son Joel Parker Whitney, called Parker then, in 1873. Buoyed by easy access to rail shipping, and employing cheap Chinese labor formerly employed in railroad construction, Parker built the ranch to 27,000 acres by the time of his death in 1913.

The articles in this series detail interesting aspects of Rocklin’s development. The information is from a variety of sources, most of which are mentioned within the text. In preparing these articles I talked to dozens of Rocklin’s old-timers. If I list their names here someone whom I’ve missed will feel slighted. Suffice it to say that I relied heavily on members of the Ruhkala family and Rocklin History Museum Project Manager Gene Johnson. Please contact me at

garyday@starstream.net if you need a reference
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Rocklin High to welcome back grads with parade

By: Brad Alexander, The Placer Herald
Wednesday, September 27, 2006 4:27 PM PDT

Junior class officers, above, Courtney Buzdon and Emma Lyle pomp the skirting for the junior class float for Friday's homecoming game. Left, freshman class president Shaina Campbell, class representative Ashley Linnane and vice president Shannon Stowers (front to back) pomp the backdrop for the freshman class float for Friday's homecoming game. Brad Alexander/ The Placer Herald

This week Rocklin High School students are taking over their parents' houses to get ready for Friday's 10th annual homecoming.

From freshman to seniors, each class is preparing elaborate floats to represent their school pride. This year brings extra pressure to impress, as alumni from the nine graduating classes will be attending Rocklin's football game.

This year's theme is "Homecoming Across the Board," each class has taken on a different board game to represent their school pride as they attempt to out-do the other classes.

"It's exciting, we've been working so hard on this all year," said junior class representative Emma Lyle. The juniors hope their Jumanji-themed float really jumps out and makes an impression on the crowd.

The planning for the parade begins shortly after the previous year's homecoming. In May Activities Director John Thompson takes the newly elected student government on a camping trip to talk business.

"On the trip, the students select themes for the parade and I give them deadlines to meet throughout the year that builds up to this week," Thompson said. "They usually spend three or four hours just coming up with the theme."

Once the design plans and budget is organized, the building can begin. For some the building is the easiest part of the whole project.

Students must have a detailed materials list, including the cost of each item. The students have spent a large amount of their time tracing the aisles of local hardware stores.

"The budget is definitely one of the most difficult things," said Lyle. "Home Depot is like our new home."

The construction for the floats began early Saturday morning and often leads late into the evening. Each class feels the pressure to out perform the others. Some students consider the homecoming as a good chance for the whole school to feel united, even in competition.

"During the school year we have split lunches, but during homecoming week we all eat lunch together," said senior Kristian Klebofski. "The differently themed days give everyone a chance to be together and be involved."

The seniors hold the most experience as several four-year veterans are developing their Mousetrap themed float. However, even the freshman class feels like it has a chance to take the top spot with its Hungry, Hungry Hippos-themed float.

"We are worried about the seniors the most because they have all the experience. They have awesome people working on their float," said freshman class president Shaina Campbell. "But our class is very spirited. We won the last rally."

Throughout the school year, each class earns spirit points for getting involved with the school and their classmates in different rally activities, like dress-up days. The homecoming is a chance to pick up a huge number of points.

The freshmen stand in second place behind the seniors.

The floats and homecoming royalty will roll onto the field during halftime of Friday's football game. The Rocklin Thunder plays Reed High School after the alumni parade at 7 p.m.

The alumni parade will consist of 10 years of alumni handing the game ball to Rocklin High School varsity head coach Greg Benzel, who has coached every level of football at the school at some point in his career.

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Rocklin High to honor 10 classes

A parade of alumni will precede the varsity football game on Sept. 29 at the Rocklin High School Homecoming parade and football game.

Each graduating class will carry a banner announcing the year they graduated and the alumni will walk behind the banner.

"We've never done anything like this before," assistant principal Mark Douglas said.

Douglas said he is hoping for a big turnout.

Rocklin High School has graduated 3746 students since its first graduating class in 1997.

The number of graduating seniors has steadily increased from the first graduating class in 1997 of 240 students and last year, Rocklin High School graduated 528 students.

"We've got such a great following in the community, we stand to have a significant amount of kids show up," Douglas said.

Alumni who wish to attend the parade and football game do not need to contact the High School beforehand, all they need to do is show up to the game and check in at the gate, Douglas said.

Mark Douglas said he expects this year's seniors to be the biggest graduating class since it was the last class before Whitney High School opened up.

Alumni are asked to arrive in the stadium by 6:30 p.m. to be ready for the parade time.

Alumni arriving by this time will receive a special entry price of $5. After 6:30 p.m., regular ticket prices apply.

Another highlight of the ceremonies will be the game ball, which will be handed down by RHS football alumni representing each graduating year and presented to Head Coach Greg Benzel.

Event organizers said they have prepared for an excess of people with overflow parking and areas so that they don't have a repeat of a few years ago when more than 8000 people showed up for the homecoming game.

The homecoming parade with floats and royalty will take place at half time.

Regular admission for adults is $6 and $4 for students.

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Amy Grant Monday, September 25 at 7PM ET
She's done it all and you will hear about it as Amy Grant talks and plays for the XM Nation in the latest installment of Artist Confidential. Plus, you'll hear songs from her new album, Time Again...Amy Grant Live, before it hits stores Wednesday, September 26th. She's so much more than Country...or Pop...She's Amy Grant and she tells it and plays it like it is on XM's Artist Confidential.
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Weds, Sept. 27 at Noon ET The Message - XM 32
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next picture is David and i cross the street from the old Country music hall of Fame

My husband and i together in nashville i have known my husband for about 11 years this year we are in back where Vince Gill have his handprents in cement and if you look close you will see Golf balls in his eyes

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Wednesday (9/27) @ Noon ET - The Message (XM 32)

Friday (9/29) @ 7PM ET - The Message (XM 32)

Saturday (9/30) @ 3PM ET- The Message (XM 32)

Sunday (10/1) @ 11AM ET - The Blend (XM 25)