<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240</id><updated>2011-07-30T11:01:37.752-04:00</updated><category term='cooking'/><category term='moving'/><category term='Dave&apos;s new job'/><category term='travels'/><category term='Halloween Party'/><category term='annivesary'/><category term='baby shower'/><category term='ultrasound'/><category term='biblical counseling'/><category term='vacation'/><category term='Pumpkin Patch pictures'/><category term='provision'/><category term='politics'/><category term='heaven'/><category term='Christmas'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='church plant'/><category 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href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-9185243332449306938</id><published>2010-08-12T13:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T14:21:18.625-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><title type='text'>Can We Just Pretend...</title><content type='html'>that is hasn't been 5 months since the last post? Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a quick recap of the top 8 things that you need to know to catch you up on months April-July:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Shepherd started walking at the end of May. Oh, and he turned 1 on April 16th (and, yes, I am pretty terrible for not posting a birthday post).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Dave got promoted at his job at NCI from a service connector to a lead service connector after only 6 months at his job! Needless to say, I was a proud wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. We celebrated 5 years of marriage on June 25th! Marriage gets sweeter and sweeter with each anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. In July, we finished our classes toward becoming licensed foster parents and are expecting to be ready to foster in later October. We are really excited and humbled at this opportunity to care for an orphan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. The Lord has been kind to Covenant Community Church (the church plant we are a part of). The church is growing and people are loving God and one another really well. We are blessed to be a part of such a wonderful group of people who know their need for Christ and each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Dave had his last day of work at Neighborhood Centers on July 28th and he started his first day of work as a high school Geometry teacher on August 11th! (He doesn't actually start teaching until the 23rd). We are SO thankful for this job change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. We had a wonderful trip to FL and visit with both our families last week. We even got to steal away from Shepherd and spend 2 days at the beach with just each other. It was so nice! Thanks to my mom and dad for hanging with Shep and for making the whole trip possible!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Shepherd is a talking machine these days. He will pretty much repeat anything we say and uses lots of words of his own. Some of my personal favorites are: "yeayow" (yellow); "poople" (purple); "bippo" (hippo); "neeze" (sneeze); "tuttle" (turtle).  He also does a pretty mean lion's growl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think those are all the big ones. Hopefully, you feel slightly caught up and I will do a better job of updating the blog in the future:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-9185243332449306938?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/9185243332449306938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=9185243332449306938' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/9185243332449306938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/9185243332449306938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2010/08/can-we-just-pretend.html' title='Can We Just Pretend...'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-2591672948541324425</id><published>2010-03-19T10:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T11:14:30.700-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pearland Has a Farmer's Market</title><content type='html'>It's true. Last Saturday was the first day of the Pearland Farmer's Market. We are really excited about this and went to check it out for ourselves. It's certainly no Bardstown Rd. Farmer's Market (complete with fresh omelets), but it has potential. It's still fairly small, but there was a great turnout of folks from the community and it seems like it will certainly grow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a picture of Shep and I on the way to the Farmer's Market:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S6OR5PnRJvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/b86ODsDirss/s1600-h/farmers+market.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S6OR5PnRJvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/b86ODsDirss/s320/farmers+market.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5450360386678236914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;He wore his new overalls from his Nanna in honor of the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;farmer's&lt;/span&gt; market :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, Shepherd is officially pulling up on things and has even stood solo for a few seconds by himself - without holding onto anything. That's big stuff around here. He also waves "bye-bye" and even says "bye-bye" although it sounds more like "diiieeee-diiieeee." And he doesn't just say it once. If we are leaving somewhere, it's not uncommon for him to still be waving and saying "diiieeee-diiieeee" while strapped in his carseat and driving away. We're working on that, but I guess I can't be too picky. At least he's trying :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also had one of our first "major" injuries just yesterday. Shepherd was crawling around playing with my keys (I know....shame on me) and basically did a face-plant on the keys, busting his upper lip. It looked worse than it was, but it was slightly traumatizing to see blood on my little man's face. He recovered by sucking on some frozen strawberries - much to his delight and my relief (since he wouldn't let me put ice on his lip). The end result was some minor swelling and a little crack in his lip. He's a pretty tough kid though and basically forgot all about it within a few minutes. That might be the end of playing with mom's keys though...but who am I kidding, those keys are a life-saver in the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-2591672948541324425?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/2591672948541324425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=2591672948541324425' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2591672948541324425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2591672948541324425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2010/03/pearland-has-farmers-market.html' title='Pearland Has a Farmer&apos;s Market'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S6OR5PnRJvI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/b86ODsDirss/s72-c/farmers+market.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-9057140682398761214</id><published>2010-02-04T01:36:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T02:10:12.560-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nanna'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daideo'/><title type='text'>Nanna &amp; Daideo Visit!</title><content type='html'>My mom and dad, known to Shepherd as Nanna and Daideo ("Dah-doh") came to visit us for my mom's birthday at the end of January. We had a great time with them and, of course, were sad to see them go back home to Florida. Shep was especially sad for his constant (and I do mean constant) playmates to leave. It's just not the same around here without them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And even though Nanna played with Shep the whole time, she didn't fail to work him hard too. In fact, all her training of Shep to work for his toys paid off and he started crawling today! Too bad Nanna and Daideo missed it by just a couple days :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures of the fun we had:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psOieO_DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/889MJvvdv-w/s1600-h/DSC02466.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psOieO_DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/889MJvvdv-w/s320/DSC02466.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434274897403509810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shep checking out Daideo's beard. He decided it is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psus21HuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P-vtKr6l5lc/s1600-h/DSC02509.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psus21HuI/AAAAAAAAAQM/P-vtKr6l5lc/s320/DSC02509.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434275449946840802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just playing with Nanna.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ptXrCt4zI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m_Dkra9O3w8/s1600-h/DSC02475.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ptXrCt4zI/AAAAAAAAAQk/m_Dkra9O3w8/s320/DSC02475.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434276153834464050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating a pickle at a New York style deli and not quite sure what to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ptKBYnZaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BSyClKY4GYM/s1600-h/DSC02521.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ptKBYnZaI/AAAAAAAAAQc/BSyClKY4GYM/s320/DSC02521.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434275919313724834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Some fun floor time with daddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ps8fhj5II/AAAAAAAAAQU/FX7vOJgl850/s1600-h/DSC02517.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ps8fhj5II/AAAAAAAAAQU/FX7vOJgl850/s320/DSC02517.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434275686886139010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;More playing with Nanna. Lots of that happened - to the delight of both Nanna and Shep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psjNRnEGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AaoABtrO7hQ/s1600-h/DSC02506.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psjNRnEGI/AAAAAAAAAQE/AaoABtrO7hQ/s320/DSC02506.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434275252490670178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Posing in front of the elephant habitat at the zoo. It was cold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ptmwG8UnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YDxcW7BDpAI/s1600-h/DSC02487.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2ptmwG8UnI/AAAAAAAAAQs/YDxcW7BDpAI/s320/DSC02487.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434276412892402290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Lounging in PJs (from Aunt Nikki) on his lamb chair (from Nanna and Daideo).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here is the breaking footage of Shepherd crawling for the first time. Pretty exciting stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-b833775087cd9fe3" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db833775087cd9fe3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364187%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40E92F08F96B89EFEFF40AD93C9A412BC46813CF.16093B5831C7A55F0CD28EFE1311D8C0CC92F597%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db833775087cd9fe3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DybrUMft3Aw3RFKiqxjNhzg3cIig&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v1.nonxt1.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Db833775087cd9fe3%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331364187%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D40E92F08F96B89EFEFF40AD93C9A412BC46813CF.16093B5831C7A55F0CD28EFE1311D8C0CC92F597%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Db833775087cd9fe3%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DybrUMft3Aw3RFKiqxjNhzg3cIig&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-9057140682398761214?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/9057140682398761214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=9057140682398761214' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/9057140682398761214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/9057140682398761214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2010/02/nanna-daideo-visit.html' title='Nanna &amp; Daideo Visit!'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S2psOieO_DI/AAAAAAAAAP8/889MJvvdv-w/s72-c/DSC02466.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-2389760412696687060</id><published>2010-01-05T16:26:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-05T23:23:50.141-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='travels'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><title type='text'>Lots of Travels</title><content type='html'>Since I last posted (way too long ago) we have traveled quite a bit. We had the privilege of seeing our dear friend Scott Daniel get married to a beautiful girl, Maria, in Louisville. It was so sweet to be a part of this wedding. Scott was one of our first friends in Louisville and we have grown to love him so much over the 4 years we've known him. We have also spent much time in prayer for a wife for Scott and the Lord heard our prayers! We couldn't be happier for him.  While in Louisville, Shep and I got to spend some time visiting with our friends Shelly and Atticus. Atticus is just 2 weeks older than Shep and was his first "friend." We have missed our weekly playdates with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PCuKIdzyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-925WBH_qwI/s1600-h/DSC02009.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PCuKIdzyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-925WBH_qwI/s320/DSC02009.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423392474533842722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The picture above is Shep (left) and Att (right) in August right before we moved to Pearland. And the one below is of them during our visit in November. These boys are growing up so quick!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PARt-cdeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_5wETVTDyYc/s1600-h/DSC02261.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PARt-cdeI/AAAAAAAAAOU/_5wETVTDyYc/s320/DSC02261.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423389786916025826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From Louisville we headed straight to St. George Island, FL for Thanksgiving. This place is very dear to me since it's been a tradition since I was a kid for my extended family to go there every Thanksgiving for a week. We had a great time. Shepherd got lots of fun grandparent and Aunt Nikki time, and he also got to meet lots of extended family who love him. Dave's parents came up to the beach for a day, so Shep got to see them as well. It's pretty much not an option for us to be anywhere in Florida anymore without seeing both sets of our parents. It's funny how having a baby changes that :) Here are a few pics from the trip:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QJVA4iSHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6gTvdvikIEk/s1600-h/DSC02276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QJVA4iSHI/AAAAAAAAAPM/6gTvdvikIEk/s320/DSC02276.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470107879950450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shep and dad after a sunset walk on the beach.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PJ_dBmrqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/I8lbeD_WbKc/s1600-h/DSC02271.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PJ_dBmrqI/AAAAAAAAAO8/I8lbeD_WbKc/s320/DSC02271.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400468244508322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shep, his Nanna and me. Me and mom don't look anything alike, do we? :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PKTi4-BqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/k9HO8YY2eB0/s1600-h/DSC02282.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PKTi4-BqI/AAAAAAAAAPE/k9HO8YY2eB0/s320/DSC02282.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423400813416285858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shep and dad at an ice cream shop in Appalachicola. Dave's mom made sure to give Shep a few bites of ice cream and fulfill her role as Grandma.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QJ-JjCuyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-sTov959-0k/s1600-h/DSC02278.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QJ-JjCuyI/AAAAAAAAAPU/-sTov959-0k/s320/DSC02278.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423470814580357922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ainsworth family picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We headed back to Florida for Shepherd's first Christmas and stayed in Keystone Heights with Dave's family. My parents came up on Christmas Day and stayed overnight, so Shepherd had a great time being constantly played with and loved on by both sets of grandparents. He also made out good with toys (of course) and only a few of them are loud, noise-making toys :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shepherd got to meet Jenny, a very dear friend of mine, while we were in Florida. Jenny and I met for lunch and I loved on her new puppy Riley while she loved on Shep. It was a sweet time. Jenny has been a faithful friend since freshman year of high school and the Lord used her friendship to bring me to himself. I am eternally grateful for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QNkyAgd1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UcOP5YXbp0k/s1600-h/shep2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QNkyAgd1I/AAAAAAAAAPc/UcOP5YXbp0k/s320/shep2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423474776811272018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Jenny, Shep, me and Riley. Riley got far more attention from passers-by than Shep did. Funny for the most part, but the mom in me wanted to be like "Seriously people, I know the puppy is cute, but look how incredibly cute this baby is!" :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Some more pictures of our Christmas fun...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QOf6rMHnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BpyWaoAh66I/s1600-h/DSC02297.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QOf6rMHnI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BpyWaoAh66I/s320/DSC02297.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423475792750059122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shep and his cousin Caleb in their matching Christmas PJs from Aunt Courtney. So cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QOy7ubKcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_CtpyfOzSC0/s1600-h/DSC02311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QOy7ubKcI/AAAAAAAAAPs/_CtpyfOzSC0/s320/DSC02311.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423476119449577922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off his loot. And pretty excited about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QPDVgy8tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CNdg_ZQjHtk/s1600-h/DSC02322.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0QPDVgy8tI/AAAAAAAAAP0/CNdg_ZQjHtk/s320/DSC02322.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423476401249645266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Resting with Daideo (my dad, pronounced Dah-doh) after a tiring morning of opening gifts (i.e., playing with wrapping paper and bows).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;We had a great time in Florida, but we are very glad to be back home to Pearland, where it is truly feeling like home! We are glad too to have no future overnight drives planned for quite some time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-2389760412696687060?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/2389760412696687060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=2389760412696687060' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2389760412696687060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2389760412696687060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2010/01/lots-of-travels.html' title='Lots of Travels'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/S0PCuKIdzyI/AAAAAAAAAOk/-925WBH_qwI/s72-c/DSC02009.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5674148436666979268</id><published>2009-10-26T23:29:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T00:03:06.808-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pumpkin Patch pictures'/><title type='text'>Pumpkin Patch Fun</title><content type='html'>My good friends Sarah and Joy and myself took our brood of little ones to a local pumpkin patch last week. It was actually pretty cool out (for Texas) and felt very Fall-ish which, if you know me well, you know made me very happy. I also got to dress Shep in his first sweater which also made me very happy. He looked pretty darn handsome as you can see for yourself in the pictures below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsqx927-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DVnRyQ5FjpE/s1600-h/ry%3D481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397120685673213922" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsqx927-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DVnRyQ5FjpE/s320/ry%3D481.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Shep planting a big wet one on mom. Joy was careful not to get my shoulders in this picture due to the fact that they were covered in slober, snot, and who knows what else. Oh, the joys of motherhood:)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsmC3vnXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bb4yNpT3qEE/s1600-h/ry%3D480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397120604311625074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsmC3vnXI/AAAAAAAAAN8/bb4yNpT3qEE/s320/ry%3D480.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Such a big sweet smile!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZshrSZxAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gvdSi7G7FPk/s1600-h/ry%3D402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 338px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397120529261511682" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZshrSZxAI/AAAAAAAAAN0/gvdSi7G7FPk/s320/ry%3D402.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love this one of Reid and Shepherd smiling together. I know this sounds a little sappy, but I hope they will grow to treasure this picture as a glimpse of the beginning of a life-long frienship.&lt;br /&gt;(Of course, well before that happens there will be a lot of Shep rolling his eyes at me when I tell him he will treasure this picture when he grows up).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZscd_Cq5I/AAAAAAAAANs/kGqpiAHLjX4/s1600-h/ry%3D401.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397120439791299474" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZscd_Cq5I/AAAAAAAAANs/kGqpiAHLjX4/s320/ry%3D401.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Reid is making his not-so-subtle move on baby Eliza. Well played, Reid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsWYyjDiI/AAAAAAAAANk/kBCu_wXxArs/s1600-h/ry%3D400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397120335317503522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsWYyjDiI/AAAAAAAAANk/kBCu_wXxArs/s320/ry%3D400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is about the best we could do with all of them together. Shep only looks slightly confused in this one, which is better than bewildered and downright angry as in many of the others shots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZrDFrLU2I/AAAAAAAAANU/cCGKDns2t3g/s1600-h/ry%3D400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397118904257172322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZrDFrLU2I/AAAAAAAAANU/cCGKDns2t3g/s320/ry%3D400.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thought I'd leave you all with my favorite shot. Is it possible for this kid to be any cuter? I mean, seriously! I don't think so.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5674148436666979268?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5674148436666979268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5674148436666979268' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5674148436666979268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5674148436666979268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/10/pumpkin-patch-fun.html' title='Pumpkin Patch Fun'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SuZsqx927-I/AAAAAAAAAOE/DVnRyQ5FjpE/s72-c/ry%3D481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-606931145863224716</id><published>2009-10-20T11:07:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T11:20:23.733-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shepherd'/><title type='text'>What's New in Shep's World</title><content type='html'>I figured it was about time for me to post some recent pictures of Shepherd. He is officially 6 months old now, which is crazy to think about! The time has truly flown by. Here is what he's been up to recently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3SpT7eKwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ghz7Rk-DhTs/s1600-h/DSC02164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3SpT7eKwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ghz7Rk-DhTs/s320/DSC02164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699535825906434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Eating yummy baby food like a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3S7zsfxQI/AAAAAAAAANE/0JFK2i-jrzM/s1600-h/DSC02173.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3S7zsfxQI/AAAAAAAAANE/0JFK2i-jrzM/s320/DSC02173.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699853590676738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Playing with his B.F.F Eliza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3Sx9xg2OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NkRzqZeElig/s1600-h/DSC02171.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3Sx9xg2OI/AAAAAAAAAM8/NkRzqZeElig/s320/DSC02171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394699684497381602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Hanging out with dad and his favorite stuffed doggy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3TFx2E1aI/AAAAAAAAANM/LiYvY8fesIU/s1600-h/DSC02177.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3TFx2E1aI/AAAAAAAAANM/LiYvY8fesIU/s320/DSC02177.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394700024892675490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Showing off his sitting up skills. He is really getting to be a very sturdy little sitter-upper!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;In other news, Shep's first tooth starting coming in last week and the second one followed just a few days later. He now has his front two bottom teeth coming up, and he's starting to look like such a big boy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-606931145863224716?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/606931145863224716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=606931145863224716' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/606931145863224716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/606931145863224716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/10/whats-new-in-sheps-world.html' title='What&apos;s New in Shep&apos;s World'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/St3SpT7eKwI/AAAAAAAAAM0/Ghz7Rk-DhTs/s72-c/DSC02164.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5321105831681391953</id><published>2009-10-06T17:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T18:12:55.792-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave&apos;s new job'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearland'/><title type='text'>Job (and other) News</title><content type='html'>Dave has a job! He will be working as a case manager for an organization called &lt;a href="http://www.neighborhood-centers.org/en-us/default.aspx"&gt;Neighborhood Centers&lt;/a&gt;. He'll be working primarily with homeowners who were affected by Hurricane Ike last September, helping to get them the services they need to get back on their feet. He's not totally sure what to expect, but hopefully he'll get some good training when he starts next week! Thank you for joining us in prayer for this need. Your prayers were answered! We are so thankful for the Lord's provision of a job for Dave!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Shepherd is officially sitting up by himself these days - of course, mom or dad is close by to catch him when he inevitably tumbles over after about a minute or so. He is also eating lots of "real" foods these days, including peas, green beans, squash, sweet potatoes, prunes, carrots, and apples. He doesn't seem too picky yet, but it's apparent he's not a huge fan of squash. It is crazy to think he will be 6 months old in a couple of weeks! The time is seriously flown by.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're still living with our dear friends the Gangers. With Dave's new job, we are beginning to look at other housing options, but truly aren't in too big a hurry to leave. It has been such a blessing to live with Tim, Sarah and baby Eliza. Every night is like a big family dinner. Shepherd has Eliza as a buddy to learn from and be entertained by. We both have built in babysitters in each other, so we take turns going out regularly. Basically, fun things are more fun and hard things are made easier when you live with your friends. I highly recommend it!  It certainly helps when the friends you live with are as hospitable and generous as the Gangers have been to us. The Lord has blessed us immeasurably in this move to Pearland through Tim and Sarah. Who knows...maybe we'll just stay put in their house for the next few years!  (That was a joke Sarah - if you're reading this :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Covenant Community Church is still meeting together weekly and our body is growing. We've already outgrown our first meeting home and are now meeting in a larger one. Although this can be logistically tough, this is good news for a church plant! Dave has been working on updating the church's website, so hopefully I can show off his hard work soon. Until then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5321105831681391953?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5321105831681391953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5321105831681391953' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5321105831681391953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5321105831681391953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/10/job-and-other-news.html' title='Job (and other) News'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3652743902612581560</id><published>2009-09-08T15:21:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T15:38:28.577-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearland'/><title type='text'>Update</title><content type='html'>We've been here in Pearland now for 2 weeks, so I guess it's about time I updated the blog. I am just now starting to feel like we actually live here and are not just on vacation. Nothing much has changed since we first arrived. We're still living with our friends Tim and Sarah and Dave is still job hunting. He's had a few good leads on jobs, the most exciting of which is for a librarian position in the local Pearland Library. We are prayerful that this is the job the Lord has for him (since it is pretty much his dream job to be surrounded by books and book lovers), but while we wait to hear back about this job he is continuing to apply to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have loved getting to meet and spend time with the "core group" of people involved in Covenant Community Church. These are the people we have heard about and prayed for over the last couple months, so it has been very sweet to be able to put faces with familiar names. We spent this past weekend on an "Elder's Family Retreat" with the Davis' and Gangers in Campwood, TX. It was such a treat to spend a restful weekend with these friends that we love so much. Shepherd even had his first experience swimming (i.e., splashing his feet) in a river.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shep also started eating rice cereal since we've been here (as you can see from the post below). He's taken to it quite well, except for the past couple of days since he's had a cold and can't breathe through his nose. Poor guy. A 5 month-old with a cold is about the most pitiful thing in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for us. I'll try to be more regular about updating but, as you know, my track record is not very promising. We would love your prayers for Dave's job search, and specifically for this librarian position!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3652743902612581560?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3652743902612581560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3652743902612581560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3652743902612581560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3652743902612581560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/09/update.html' title='Update'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-6951474842044292624</id><published>2009-08-31T17:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-31T17:09:50.641-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shepherd Laughing</title><content type='html'>This is a quick guest post by Dave, Maggie's husband.  She asked that I post this video of Shep giggling.  We had just fed him Rice Cereal for the first time, and I think he was a little tipsy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.facebook.com/v/1203145191757"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.facebook.com/v/1203145191757" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="224" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-6951474842044292624?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/6951474842044292624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=6951474842044292624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/6951474842044292624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/6951474842044292624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/08/shepherd-laughing.html' title='Shepherd Laughing'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-4043879321480316050</id><published>2009-08-22T08:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T08:01:15.028-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Pearland'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church plant'/><title type='text'>The Waiting is Over</title><content type='html'>Well, it's official. We are moving to Pearland, TX in 2 days. Dave and two other guys pull out with the moving truck on Monday morning, and Shepherd and I hop on a plane a few hours later. It's been a whirlwind of activity since I last posted. Dave does not yet have a job in Pearland, but many circumstances, the wise counsel of others, and the Lord's leading has encouraged us to go ahead and make the move. Some of these above-mentioned circumstances include the giant hole in the ceiling that fell in Shepherd's room, as well as the breaking of the air conditioner (both of which occurred within about 3 hours of each other). The combination of these events caused our apartment to be unlivable, at least until the air was fixed, but more importantly, they caused us to consider going ahead with the inevitable move to Pearland. We are grateful to the Lord for these events because through them, we believe He pushed us out of our apartment and out of Louisville sooner than we would have gone on our own. It was not the most fun way to be pushed along, but sometimes we need things like this to get our attention and move us in the direction the Lord wants us to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll try to post most regularly in the coming weeks as there will be lots happening and lots of new things to post about. Right now, we are heading out for one last Nord's Bakery and Sunergos Coffee trip in Louisville. I will miss this wonderful city!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-4043879321480316050?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/4043879321480316050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=4043879321480316050' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4043879321480316050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4043879321480316050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-is-over.html' title='The Waiting is Over'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-8428075830596428624</id><published>2009-07-28T11:11:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-28T14:54:24.390-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church plant'/><title type='text'>Waiting</title><content type='html'>As most of you readers know, we are planning to move from Louisville to Pearland, TX any day now to help with a church plant there. Or at least that's what we've been saying for about the past 6 weeks. And we are no closer to knowing when we will move now than we were 6 weeks ago. We are just waiting. Specifically, we are waiting for Dave to get a job there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a very strange thing to be in such a waiting period. Everything feels temporary.  It's hard not to completely disengage from life in Louisville, even though we may still be here for a bit longer. It's hard to fight against discontentment when we want so badly to be somewhere other than where we are. (I know it will be equally hard to fight against discontentment when we finally do get to Pearland and begin missing Louisville.) Each week that passes with still no news on the job front provides fresh temptation for discouragement and restlessness. This is fresh on my heart today because the church plant, Covenant Community Church, is having a core group meeting tomorrow night with the biggest number yet of people interested in being a part of the church. This is very exciting evidence of the Lord's grace! And yet, Dave and I are sad to not be able to be there and participate in this meeting of this new community. Our hearts are in Pearland but we are still here in Louisville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because we trust in a sovereign and good God, we know that He has purposed to keep us here in Louisville for now. We know that we are not ultimately waiting on a job, but we are ultimately waiting on the Lord. We are waiting on Him to provide the means for us to move, and if He desires for us to be in Pearland at Covenant Community Church, He will indeed make a way for us to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting on the Lord does not come easily to me. I want to take matters into my own hands and charge ahead, in effect, communicating to God that I know better than Him and my ways are better than His. How foolish this is!  Rather than give full vent to my discontent heart and take matters into my own hands, my prayer is that I would do as the Psalmist says, and "Wait on the Lord; be strong, and let your heart take courage; wait on the Lord!" (Ps. 27:14)  May the Lord give Dave and me mercy and grace to wait on Him today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-8428075830596428624?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/8428075830596428624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=8428075830596428624' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8428075830596428624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8428075830596428624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/07/waiting.html' title='Waiting'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-697465593520364222</id><published>2009-07-22T10:16:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T10:42:42.630-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 months'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Shepherd'/><title type='text'>3 Months</title><content type='html'>Shepherd is 3 months old now. It's hard to believe. Here are some recent pictures of our little man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmchWMOILjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0aVo4crIeKI/s1600-h/DSC01971.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmchWMOILjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0aVo4crIeKI/s320/DSC01971.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361290546529185330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Stylin' in his chocolate and baby blue cloth diaper. Mom's personal favorite, although it does make him look somewhat like a Sumo wrestler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Smcf7p2hzWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/72ZWkrIg98Q/s1600-h/DSC01975.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Smcf7p2hzWI/AAAAAAAAAMA/72ZWkrIg98Q/s320/DSC01975.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361288991115169122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shepherd has found his thumb and I often find him in this position when I get him out of bed (minus the look of fear in his eyes - that's the result of the camera flash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmcgLKTXQPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QPVLg46fcGE/s1600-h/DSC01995.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmcgLKTXQPI/AAAAAAAAAMI/QPVLg46fcGE/s320/DSC01995.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361289257524084978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Shep is apparently ready for college football season to begin. Although at the rate he is growing, he will not be able to fit in his Gator gear when it does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Smcgj1hYlkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FNzSABPdduI/s1600-h/DSC02043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Smcgj1hYlkI/AAAAAAAAAMQ/FNzSABPdduI/s320/DSC02043.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361289681442477634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Just hanging out on the changing table talking with mommy and looking handsome as ever in his Ralph Lauren outfit courtesy of Aunt Kellye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Shepherd is treating mom and dad really well these days, sleeping 9.5 hours at night and napping consistently well during the day. He's a very happy baby and gives us lots of smiles and giggles. Although dad is apparently much funnier than mom - maybe because he sees me all day everyday. I have to work pretty hard for giggles, while dad just seems to elicit them with his presence. That is probably going to be the case for a long time, so I may as well get used to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-697465593520364222?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/697465593520364222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=697465593520364222' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/697465593520364222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/697465593520364222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/07/3-months.html' title='3 Months'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmchWMOILjI/AAAAAAAAAMY/0aVo4crIeKI/s72-c/DSC01971.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-8585070424029102205</id><published>2009-07-21T14:16:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T14:44:23.923-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Geyser in our Laundry Room</title><content type='html'>On Sunday night on our way out of church, I got a frantic call from our downstairs neighbor, Kristin, saying, "There is a waterfall in our apartment coming from upstairs. Something crazy is happening in your apartment."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I raced home and when we opened the front door to the house (the downstairs door) the sound of rushing water was deafening (okay, maybe not deafening, but seriously loud). Dave flew up the stairs as I braced myself for a completely flooded apartment and made my way up with Shepherd in tow. (Shepherd was not phased, in case you were concerned). Upon entering our apartment I quickly learned that it was not flooded (praise the Lord), but gallons of water were spewing out of the busted washing machine hose and shooting straight up into the air in the laundry room. Dave was back there frantically trying to turn the water off, which is not an easy thing to do when being sprayed in the face. Unfortunately, the faucet was also broken, so he sent me to find the wrench. After a few more minutes of trying to turn the faucet with the wrench, with me holding the flashlight, Dave successfully turned the water off and the geyser dissipated - unfortunately, not without getting a little wet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYI4Wlh7vI/AAAAAAAAALg/_Yex5kSMC6g/s1600-h/DSC02056.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYI4Wlh7vI/AAAAAAAAALg/_Yex5kSMC6g/s320/DSC02056.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360982170659843826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave post battle with the washing machine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYKA96cfcI/AAAAAAAAALo/g9pnT3DoBbI/s1600-h/DSC02065.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYKA96cfcI/AAAAAAAAALo/g9pnT3DoBbI/s320/DSC02065.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360983418167131586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thankfully, the laundry room is about the best room in the house the be doused with water. A few shelves collapsed because of the soaked drywall (see pic above), but we had minimal damage. I can't quite say that about our downstairs neighbors, the Perrines, though...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYLATKho2I/AAAAAAAAALw/HrMFhpivf2k/s1600-h/DSC02061.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYLATKho2I/AAAAAAAAALw/HrMFhpivf2k/s320/DSC02061.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5360984506203480930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is a picture of the Perrine's ceiling where a portion of it collapsed due to the waterfall from our place above. Thankfully, they were able to move things out from under this spot before it actually collapsed. Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave's first Sunday to not have to work at Frito-Lay was not quite as restful as he had hoped, but I am so glad he was home and not at work! Can you imagine if this had happened when Shepherd and I were at home by ourselves? There would be a lot of squealing and racing around frantically and calling people...and probably a pretty wet house by the end of it. The Lord is kind to give me such a capable husband who was home to deal with this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-8585070424029102205?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/8585070424029102205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=8585070424029102205' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8585070424029102205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8585070424029102205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/07/geyser-in-our-laundry-room.html' title='Geyser in our Laundry Room'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SmYI4Wlh7vI/AAAAAAAAALg/_Yex5kSMC6g/s72-c/DSC02056.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-1125152715145034335</id><published>2009-06-25T22:39:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:59:19.026-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><title type='text'>4 Years</title><content type='html'>Today, Dave and I celebrate 4 years of marriage! These years have been the happiest of my life, and I can truly say that I love my husband now more than ever. The Lord has been immeasurably kind to give me Dave as my husband. I don't deserve him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sadly (and ridiculously), we don't have any electronic copies of our wedding pictures (it's not like we got married in the early 90s...just didn't pick the most up-to-date photographer), so I can't post one here. Instead, I've posted a chronological picture timeline of us throughout our marriage. Do we look any older than we did 4 years ago?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUspIM7KbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yD0eucTWgQM/s1600-h/DSC00026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUspIM7KbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yD0eucTWgQM/s320/DSC00026.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351732817287653810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First Christmas, 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUtLL9KUsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9TTvV-eIN3o/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUtLL9KUsI/AAAAAAAAAKQ/9TTvV-eIN3o/s320/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351733402410832578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer trip to Florida, 2006.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUtkSWUbvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AmiFmpJszG0/s1600-h/DSC00938.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUtkSWUbvI/AAAAAAAAAKY/AmiFmpJszG0/s320/DSC00938.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351733833623695090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Fall 2006 trip to Callaway Gardens. This is the chapel where we got engaged in November 2004.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUuOALZlTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/c41xje0UVzw/s1600-h/DSC00722.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUuOALZlTI/AAAAAAAAAKg/c41xje0UVzw/s320/DSC00722.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351734550300562738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Summer visit to my parent's house, 2007.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkVWAWEtZrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8Wm8gGtQc3U/s1600-h/DSC01098.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkVWAWEtZrI/AAAAAAAAAKw/8Wm8gGtQc3U/s320/DSC01098.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351778296125023922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Trip to Chicago for Dave's 25th birthday, April 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkY_5zvP_HI/AAAAAAAAALY/qltskp9DqUI/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkY_5zvP_HI/AAAAAAAAALY/qltskp9DqUI/s320/DSC01175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352035469549894770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First visit to Houston, TX, summer 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkY-g-Bz3LI/AAAAAAAAALI/CeFpPlH7Pps/s1600-h/ainsworths-13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkY-g-Bz3LI/AAAAAAAAALI/CeFpPlH7Pps/s320/ainsworths-13.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352033943303740594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Maternity pictures taken in March 2009, right before Shepherd was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkY-BlpclBI/AAAAAAAAALA/J9WpaGt6Qi0/s1600-h/shep-100.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkY-BlpclBI/AAAAAAAAALA/J9WpaGt6Qi0/s320/shep-100.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352033404183155730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Family of 3 photo taken when Shepherd was 2 weeks old, May 2, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, Babe! I hope for many more years and many more family pictures with you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-1125152715145034335?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/1125152715145034335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=1125152715145034335' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1125152715145034335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1125152715145034335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/06/4-years.html' title='4 Years'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SkUspIM7KbI/AAAAAAAAAKI/yD0eucTWgQM/s72-c/DSC00026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-8805862980223972030</id><published>2009-06-08T15:27:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T15:33:00.641-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='smiling'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Shepherd'/><title type='text'>Sweet Smiles</title><content type='html'>Shepherd has been smiling for about 2 weeks now. Here are the pictures to prove it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Si1mtA3RnrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NiGBwAEDWbE/s1600-h/DSC01794.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Si1mtA3RnrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NiGBwAEDWbE/s320/DSC01794.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041256270634674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Si1m9Nve8II/AAAAAAAAAKA/qV5PK7NBnKs/s1600-h/DSC01827.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Si1m9Nve8II/AAAAAAAAAKA/qV5PK7NBnKs/s320/DSC01827.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345041534605521026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I never thought a smile could melt my heart quite like his does. I mean, seriously. Look at that sweet face.  Hopefully, there will be lots more smiles to come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-8805862980223972030?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/8805862980223972030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=8805862980223972030' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8805862980223972030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8805862980223972030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/06/sweet-smiles.html' title='Sweet Smiles'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Si1mtA3RnrI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/NiGBwAEDWbE/s72-c/DSC01794.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-7289738240771858376</id><published>2009-05-31T21:11:00.022-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T22:40:34.344-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby Shepherd'/><title type='text'>Introducing: Shepherd Thomas Ainsworth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well, it's been 6 weeks since Shepherd was born, so I guess it's about time I updated the blog. Too much has happened in the last 6 weeks to write it all here, so I'll attempt to tell it through pictures.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At the hospital...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM0_BaSJQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yz8wdWoFS9w/s1600-h/DSC01492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM0_BaSJQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yz8wdWoFS9w/s320/DSC01492.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342171840306619650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Prepping for the C-section.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM0efm_MnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSb1hoUzgvI/s1600-h/DSC01502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM0efm_MnI/AAAAAAAAAIg/bSb1hoUzgvI/s320/DSC01502.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342171281477284466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shepherd's first moments.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiMz9mc1o_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zDPuXLNX4QY/s1600-h/DSC01513.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiMz9mc1o_I/AAAAAAAAAIY/zDPuXLNX4QY/s320/DSC01513.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342170716378080242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;First family photo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiMzbPTSp7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DWw3a0y0jwo/s1600-h/DSC01553.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiMzbPTSp7I/AAAAAAAAAIQ/DWw3a0y0jwo/s320/DSC01553.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342170126048470962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shepherd Thomas Ainsworth. So handsome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM34ClOt4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/JUpqKRXescI/s1600-h/DSC01645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM34ClOt4I/AAAAAAAAAIw/JUpqKRXescI/s320/DSC01645.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342175018896766850" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Leaving the hospital.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM4ZEHpFqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s1zpVJg18vY/s1600-h/DSC01646.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM4ZEHpFqI/AAAAAAAAAI4/s1zpVJg18vY/s320/DSC01646.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342175586245220002" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The proud daddy driving his son home for the first time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;At home...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM49jhzarI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BtPg-E5pr14/s1600-h/DSC01663.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM49jhzarI/AAAAAAAAAJA/BtPg-E5pr14/s320/DSC01663.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342176213151738546" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shepherd after his first bath.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM5u4KffBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JLfX-Cx_7Us/s1600-h/DSC01683.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM5u4KffBI/AAAAAAAAAJI/JLfX-Cx_7Us/s320/DSC01683.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177060504697874" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Shepherd meets his Nanna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM6EMGDnpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DihCg48-4fI/s1600-h/DSC01687.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM6EMGDnpI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/DihCg48-4fI/s320/DSC01687.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342177426632056466" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Hanging out at home with mom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM6noZjy0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/j8K82R-QvMA/s1600-h/DSC01719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM6noZjy0I/AAAAAAAAAJY/j8K82R-QvMA/s320/DSC01719.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342178035525471042" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Dad's new favorite activity - reading with a baby on his chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM8QKjfABI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cXlK6Ed_z1s/s1600-h/DSC01706.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM8QKjfABI/AAAAAAAAAJo/cXlK6Ed_z1s/s320/DSC01706.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342179831400300562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Meeting Grandma and Grandpa Ainsworth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM8-lXFN6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eFfiGzyPlt8/s1600-h/DSC01756.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM8-lXFN6I/AAAAAAAAAJw/eFfiGzyPlt8/s320/DSC01756.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342180628870018978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Daddy took this picture while hanging out in the bed with Shep. Look at that sweet face!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I'll do my best to keep the pictures coming. Stay tuned for pictures of the first smiles!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-7289738240771858376?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/7289738240771858376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=7289738240771858376' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/7289738240771858376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/7289738240771858376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/05/introducing-shepherd-thomas-ainsworth.html' title='Introducing: Shepherd Thomas Ainsworth'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SiM0_BaSJQI/AAAAAAAAAIo/yz8wdWoFS9w/s72-c/DSC01492.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-1640577907003211791</id><published>2009-03-30T22:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T22:41:30.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='husband'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cooking'/><title type='text'>My Gourmet Husband</title><content type='html'>Dave cooked a delicious meal for us last Friday night. I was truly impressed, and you will be too after you see these pictures..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SdGAqqeNUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ibjOihPHK-Y/s1600-h/DSC01452.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SdGAqqeNUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ibjOihPHK-Y/s320/DSC01452.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319174105345118898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The proud chef.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SdGBYPX5TyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N24NMmpMZK8/s1600-h/DSC01456.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SdGBYPX5TyI/AAAAAAAAAHo/N24NMmpMZK8/s320/DSC01456.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319174888344866594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The final product: Pan-seared rosemary chicken, citrus creamed corn and garlic asparagus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously delicious. Where has this man been for the past 4 years? I'm hoping this new interest in cooking persists...for a long, long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-1640577907003211791?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/1640577907003211791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=1640577907003211791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1640577907003211791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1640577907003211791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-gourmet-husband.html' title='My Gourmet Husband'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SdGAqqeNUrI/AAAAAAAAAHY/ibjOihPHK-Y/s72-c/DSC01452.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3379586628561156151</id><published>2009-03-17T12:49:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T12:56:45.157-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fortune-Cookie Messages Appropriate for Dickens Characters</title><content type='html'>I came across this funny list on &lt;a href="http://www.mcsweeneys.net/links/lists/5JuliaMcCloyandTravisTyler.html"&gt;McSweeny's&lt;/a&gt;. It gave me a good chuckle, as McSweeny's often does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Thank you husband for discovering McSweeny's).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3379586628561156151?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3379586628561156151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3379586628561156151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3379586628561156151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3379586628561156151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/03/fortune-cookie-messages-appropriate-for.html' title='Fortune-Cookie Messages Appropriate for Dickens Characters'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5338251748425962614</id><published>2009-03-15T18:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-15T18:10:54.012-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy ainsworth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>35 Weeks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Sb18qJa3uRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/80ZOmeJ3tl4/s1600-h/DSC01447.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Sb18qJa3uRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/80ZOmeJ3tl4/s320/DSC01447.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5313540198892026130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Only 5 more weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5338251748425962614?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5338251748425962614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5338251748425962614' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5338251748425962614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5338251748425962614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/03/35-weeks.html' title='35 Weeks'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/Sb18qJa3uRI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/80ZOmeJ3tl4/s72-c/DSC01447.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-7316937045172330459</id><published>2009-01-29T10:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T10:40:11.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='winter storm 2009'/><title type='text'>Winter Strorm 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHNtWbDCSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OB6euhbvPPg/s1600-h/DSC01420%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHNtWbDCSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OB6euhbvPPg/s320/DSC01420%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296740815761246498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A sad Dave in front of our powerless house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've encountered more severe weather in our 3.5 years in Louisville than in the 20+ years we lived in the hurricane-prone state of Florida. I'll take rain and wind (and 80 degree temperatures) any day over what we've endured here in Kentucky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a brief recap of all the severe weather:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- September 2006:  A torrential downpour flooded and totaled one of our cars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- July 2008:  We awoke to a jolting aftershock from an earthquake originating in Illinois. Nothing major, but seriously, an EARTHQUAKE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- September 2008: Hurricane Ike sent powerful winds through Louisville, knocking out hundreds of trees and our electricity for 6 days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- January 2009: A strong winter storm, complete with ice and inches of snow knocks out our power for 1 day...and counting...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some more pictures of the latest disaster:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHL5z_NUGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rFaQt9a52l4/s1600-h/DSC01423.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHL5z_NUGI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/rFaQt9a52l4/s320/DSC01423.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296738830832717922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The fence around our neighboring park.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHLJWy8azI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1VZOUKNyvO0/s1600-h/DSC01410.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHLJWy8azI/AAAAAAAAAGI/1VZOUKNyvO0/s320/DSC01410.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296737998362929970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;It's hard to see in this picture, but the I am measuring the distance from the top of the layer of ice to the tip of an icicle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHKdy3LXDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SciaOXvlxzE/s1600-h/DSC01408.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHKdy3LXDI/AAAAAAAAAGA/SciaOXvlxzE/s320/DSC01408.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296737249982635058" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is the view down our street. Pretty wild.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-7316937045172330459?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/7316937045172330459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=7316937045172330459' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/7316937045172330459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/7316937045172330459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/01/winter-strorm-2009.html' title='Winter Strorm 2009'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SYHNtWbDCSI/AAAAAAAAAGg/OB6euhbvPPg/s72-c/DSC01420%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-1207019316960258279</id><published>2009-01-25T18:13:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T18:21:51.769-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pregnancy'/><title type='text'>28 weeks</title><content type='html'>(Or 7 months for those of you who don't do weeks)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SXzzChg1SOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4-oEH2Rxa2U/s1600-h/DSC01405.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SXzzChg1SOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4-oEH2Rxa2U/s400/DSC01405.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5295374486562228450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I figured it was about time to start documenting the growth of my belly - so here it is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-1207019316960258279?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/1207019316960258279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=1207019316960258279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1207019316960258279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1207019316960258279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/01/28-weeks.html' title='28 weeks'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SXzzChg1SOI/AAAAAAAAAF4/4-oEH2Rxa2U/s72-c/DSC01405.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-6675115955967508988</id><published>2009-01-16T08:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-16T08:15:04.607-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freezing cold weather'/><title type='text'>On my way to work this morning...</title><content type='html'>It was -1 degree.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, this was the actual temperature, not the "feels like" temperature.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to psyche myself up to go outside.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AND, Dave insisted that I warm up my car for FIVE minutes. It was the longest 5 minutes of my life (okay, it was actually only about 3 minutes... don't tell Dave... but it felt like 10 minutes).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wearing long underwear right now. And, let me tell you, pregnancy plus 2 layers of pants is not my most flattering look. I have a love/hate (but mostly hate) relationship with long underwear. I mean, how are girls supposed to wear them unless we wear super-baggy pants? Right now I am wearing dress pants, and while they are not super-tight, they are also not meant to be worn with anything underneath, so the result is a bunched-up mess of highwater pants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's pretty gross. But at least I was warm. I mean, do I have any other option when it's -1 outside AND my husband demands that I warm up the car?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm reminding myself of all the reasons why I like it here in Louisville, but it's not quite as easy a task on a morning like this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-6675115955967508988?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/6675115955967508988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=6675115955967508988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/6675115955967508988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/6675115955967508988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/01/on-my-way-to-work-this-morning.html' title='On my way to work this morning...'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-2798310784614471815</id><published>2009-01-13T15:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T16:14:53.171-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dave&apos;s new job'/><title type='text'>Even in a bad economy...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SWz-iNmACpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uG-rTBFOClg/s1600-h/chips.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290883525971544722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 74px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 106px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SWz-iNmACpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uG-rTBFOClg/s400/chips.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;People want their chips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And we in the Ainsworth family are thankful that they do. Dave was just hired by Frito-Lay to assist in getting people their chips. Basically, he picks bags of chips from various shelves and puts them into boxes to be shipped to stores. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's even more glamorous than it sounds, if that's even possible. He gets to wear steep-toed boots (although they more closely resemble early 90s all-black Reeboks than boots), listen to loud pop music, and walk for miles in a chip-filled warehouse. Sometimes the boss even brings in bologna sandwiches for everyone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a pretty sweet deal.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Seriously though, it's a great job for this time in our lives as we prepare to welcome our little boy in April. It pays really well, and the schedule works well with Dave's existing job. We are very thankful for the Lord's provision of this job and pray that we will be good stewards of the extra income. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It has also been sweet to witness my husband serve me and our growing family by taking his role as provider very seriously. If you know my husband, you know that boxing chips is about as far away from his ideal job as it gets, which is why his love for his family and desire to serve us is that much more evident through his working this job. He has not grumbled or complained once about not being able to take any classes this semester and working 45+ hours per week. In fact, if anyone has complained, it has certainly been me. I have been spoiled our whole marriage with both of us having off of work every evening and weekend. It has been and will continue to be an adjustment not having him home as much, but I guess I really have no excuse now to not have the house ready for a baby!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you interested, I'll be posting a picture of Dave in his "steel-toed boots" in the near future. Stay tuned. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-2798310784614471815?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/2798310784614471815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=2798310784614471815' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2798310784614471815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2798310784614471815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2009/01/even-in-bad-economy.html' title='Even in a bad economy...'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SWz-iNmACpI/AAAAAAAAAFY/uG-rTBFOClg/s72-c/chips.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-8748105348708703983</id><published>2008-12-31T08:47:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T15:17:08.309-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy ainsworth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='update'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Florida'/><title type='text'>Delinquent</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Needless to say, I am a bit delinquent in my blogging. I'm sure it's mostly due to laziness, but I'm entitled to shift a little of the blame to pregnancy, right? As I say (frequently) to my husband, "You know, they say pregnancy can cause women to _______ " (fill in the blank here with just about anything - e.g., take all the pillows at night, require 3/4 of the bed space, have more boogers, etc.). In this case, pregnancy has "caused" me to neglect blogging :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So, I'm attempting to make a come-back, although there is a bit of pressure to pick back up with something really entertaining and interesting. Unfortunately, I would probably never write on the blog again if I waited for something really good to write about. So, I figure I'll just pick up where I left off with a quick update on life in the Ainsworth family since we found out we are having a baby boy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;We had a great Thanksgiving trip to Florida about a week after we had the ultrasound showing us our little boy. We got to meet our sweet new nephew Caleb, who was born on November 17th. I may be a little biased, but isn't he amazingly cute...I mean like baby-model cute?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285955351249111442" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 288px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SVt8YsHHSZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qyPW_paQLhE/s320/Caleb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This is actually him, by the way. Like I said, baby-model cute, eh?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed to the beach to see my family during the second half of Thanksgiving week, and much to our delight, we wore shorts and flip-flops and actually got a bit of a tan while there. (Almost every visit to Florida makes me question why we live in Kentucky). My extended family threw a surprise baby shower brunch for us, although dad spilled the beans a couple hours before the shower. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;It's pretty much inevitable that if there is a surprise in the works, dad will inadvertenly spoil it. He is basically incapable of lying in any form or fashion (even the good kind involved in suprising someone). His inability to even tell a "white lie" was incredibly frustrating to me as an adolescent when a boy, that I did not like, would call the house and dad would pick up the phone. I would look wild-eyed at him, frantically waving my arms and shaking my head in an "I'm not here, &lt;em&gt;please&lt;/em&gt; tell him I'm not here" kind of way. Dad would get a little panicky and then blurt out, "Hold on a minute, she's right here." I would glare in angry disbelief at dad, who would just sort of shake his head as if he had no other option, and then begrudingly take the phone and talk to the unlucky suitor. This was a recurring event in my young life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;By the way, did I mention that my dad answered the phone by saying, "Keating family, Tom speaking." This has nothing to do with his being unable to lie. It was just plain embarrasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Back to the update... we left Florida for Kentucky with a car full of baby stuff. I think it was a bit overwhelming to Dave, who has since seen our spare room/office be taken over by little blue outfits, stuffed animals, diapers, bottles, etc. He has been a good sport though and I can tell he is getting more and more excited for baby boy Ainsworth to be here.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;December was a busy month. Dave wrapped up his semester well and, just to brag a little, made an A in Elementary Hebrew! The Lord has given him such a great mind, and he worked very diligently studying Hebrew this semester. Needless to say, I am a proud wife.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We headed to Florida again for the Christmas break. It was a lot of driving within the span of a month, but we figured that this may be our last opportunity to get to Florida for awhile (with a baby coming in April and a move to Houston at some unknown date). Time with Dave's family was a blessing. For the first time in a number of years, every member of his extended family was in one place together, and it was a treat to catch up with everyone.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Dave's mom threw me a surprise baby shower on the 22nd and since my dad had no part in it, it truly was a surprise! We had just come back from dinner with Dave's cousins and I was making a bee-line into the house to go to the bathroom, when the lights were suddenly flipped on and "Suprise" was yelled by 20 or so people. I stopped in my tracks, my face grew hot and bright red, and I turned to Dave and asked, "Is this for me?" Obviously, it was for me, and it was a really special time. We came away with quite a loot and felt very blessed and loved by family and friends in Keystone. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;We left Dave's parents' for Tampa on Christmas Eve and had a great visit with my parents. As always, we ate lots of good Ybor City food (probably more than we should have).  For those of you who aren't familiar with Ybor City, it basically has the best concentration of delicious food of anywhere I've ever been. Within a few blocks you can find authentic Greek, Cuban, Mexican, and Italian cuisine (just to name a few). It's pretty awesome.  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;So, that is the past month and a half (in a nutshell) at the Ainsworth abode. I will do my best to be more dilligent to update the blog before another month and a half rolls around.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-8748105348708703983?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/8748105348708703983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=8748105348708703983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8748105348708703983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8748105348708703983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/12/delinquent.html' title='Delinquent'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SVt8YsHHSZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/qyPW_paQLhE/s72-c/Caleb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-118447912384665155</id><published>2008-11-14T14:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-14T14:45:41.252-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby boy ainsworth'/><title type='text'>We're Having a....</title><content type='html'>BOY!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had the privilege of seeing our sweet baby boy today on the ultrasound screen, and it was indeed a blessing. He weighs about 9 oz. now and seems to be very healthy. He was moving around the whole time and we even caught him sucking his little thumb!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are very thankful for our son...and now begins the difficult task of naming him...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-118447912384665155?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/118447912384665155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=118447912384665155' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/118447912384665155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/118447912384665155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/11/were-having.html' title='We&apos;re Having a....'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-1812134211379661697</id><published>2008-11-04T08:47:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-04T09:06:39.393-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Halloween Party'/><title type='text'>Floyd Street Halloween Party</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Here are some pictures for the viewing pleasure of those of you who couldn't make it to the Ainsworth/Perrine Floyd Street Halloween Party. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264799617440319522" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SRBTW6MkiCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5nk1oMvxYIQ/s320/DSC01276%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Our first marital Jack-O-Lantern. We had a little help from our neighbors and their pumpkin carving kit, but I was pretty pleased with our effort nevertheless.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264800258963632354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 246px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SRBT8QDpcOI/AAAAAAAAAEc/jgLG3ipyalM/s320/DSC01285.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Matt and Glenna as Al and Peg Bundy (from Married with Children). They were a pretty believable pair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264800806823079794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SRBUcI_hL3I/AAAAAAAAAEk/Jsc4F1tEJUE/s320/DSC01297%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dave and me ca. 2058. I think we're pretty good looking for being in our mid-70s.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5264802739551040738" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SRBWMo9xdOI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ICa3Ywz4ewQ/s320/DSC01291%5B1%5D.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-1812134211379661697?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/1812134211379661697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=1812134211379661697' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1812134211379661697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/1812134211379661697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/11/floyd-street-halloween-party.html' title='Floyd Street Halloween Party'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SRBTW6MkiCI/AAAAAAAAAEU/5nk1oMvxYIQ/s72-c/DSC01276%5B1%5D.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-4075049230976428401</id><published>2008-10-30T15:32:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T15:59:02.752-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heaven'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='nosebleeds'/><title type='text'>No more Nosebleeds in Heaven</title><content type='html'>As someone who is prone to getting nosebleeds, especially in the dry winter season, you can imagine my dismay upon learning that nosebleeds are more common during pregnancy (something about increased blood supply putting pressure on delicate blood vessels...).  Add to this the fact that my pregnancy will largely be during the coldest, driest time of year and you basically have a recipe for disaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sounds a little dramatic, I know - and I would've thought the same thing, until this week.  The "disaster" referenced above struck at 7:00am on Tuesday morning, in quite possibly the worst place it could've - the pool. I jumped out as quickly as possible and raced into the locker room, where I stood pinching the bridge of my nose for the next half hour, dripping with pool water and blood (gross, I know) until the faucet that was my nose decided to stop gushing blood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say, it was a pretty eventful morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had plenty of time to think while I tried to get my nose under control, and while most of my thoughts went something like this, "I hate this. Why won't my stupid nose stop bleeding? I hope no one walks in here right now," I did have one thought that brought comfort to me:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be no more nosebleeds in Heaven. Praise God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small reason to hope for heaven - I know. But standing in a dripping wet bathing suit pinching my nose, this was a pretty exciting realization.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-4075049230976428401?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/4075049230976428401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=4075049230976428401' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4075049230976428401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4075049230976428401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/10/no-more-nosebleeds-in-heaven.html' title='No more Nosebleeds in Heaven'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-6009781634111346601</id><published>2008-10-21T08:39:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T09:25:08.957-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby shower'/><title type='text'>Showering Sarah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;This Sunday, 4 other women and I had the privilege of hosting a shower for our dear friend, Sarah, who is expecting her first baby in less than 6 weeks! It was a sweet time filled with lots of yummy food, fun games, showering Sarah (and baby Eliza, of course) with gifts, and praying over this sweet new life. I have posted some pictures of the event for those of you love Sarah (there are many) but couldn't be there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259591228900163090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SP3SWy5avhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DNFkUoqUfSY/s320/DSC01214.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;We had quite the gourmet spread between Bethan's chocolate covered strawberries and Lindsey's trifle. Of course, with a shower full of women, more than one of them being pregnant, the table looked quite a bit different 2 hours later :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259588198011700162" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SP3PmX9TA8I/AAAAAAAAADc/u3Cz5uFjPSk/s320/DSC01220.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;This is Bethan's diaper cake masterpiece. Yes, it is a "cake" made out of rolled up disposable newborn diapers...pretty impressive, huh? And, the best part about it is that Sarah gets to use all 52 of these diapers. Pretty and useful!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259593488797737026" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 230px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="230" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SP3UaVq_IEI/AAAAAAAAAEE/C4vQWN1GHds/s320/DSC01246.JPG" width="320" border="0" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Kim made these yummy cupcakes. This one with Elizabeth Joy Ganger's initials is my favorite. I can't wait to put a sweet little face to this beautiful name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259589684910219282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SP3Q87Fh4BI/AAAAAAAAADk/h55j4cT3cmE/s320/DSC01232.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sarah got lots of fun gifts. Baby girl stuff is so incredibly cute - butterflies, flowers, and all things pink... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;what's not to love?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259595560971194658" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SP3WS9Ho0SI/AAAAAAAAAEM/DA36g_372Eo/s320/DSC01239.JPG" border="0" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;All the guests piling in for a group photo. Everyone was gracious with me as I fumbled around with the self-timing feature on our camera. I finally got it around take number 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;We can't wait to meet you, little Eliza! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-6009781634111346601?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/6009781634111346601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=6009781634111346601' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/6009781634111346601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/6009781634111346601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/10/showering-sarah.html' title='Showering Sarah'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SP3SWy5avhI/AAAAAAAAAD0/DNFkUoqUfSY/s72-c/DSC01214.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5398981443144391620</id><published>2008-10-16T12:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T12:35:46.542-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='would you rather?'/><title type='text'>Would You Rather?</title><content type='html'>If you know me well, you know that I love "Would you rather?" questions. Since childhood, one of my favorite activities has been to ask people these ridiculous questions and demand that they answer, no matter how much they dislike their options (much to the dismay of my parents). Of course, my questions almost always involve something gross, gory, or just bizarre, and I must say, that with my many years of practice I have gotten pretty good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... to spice things up a bit on this blog, I am going to open up the "would you rather?" game to my readers. I will start with one and you have to provide your answer as well as a whole new question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll start off with an easy one. Let the (PG-13 rated) fun begin...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Would you rather eat a 16-oz. jar of mayonnaise within a 2 hour period, OR not be able to use any condiments on anything for 6 months?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;* Things to note: You have to eat the mayonnaise by itself with a spoon. And, condiments include ketchup, mustard, mayo, bbq sauce, salad dressing, etc.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5398981443144391620?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5398981443144391620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5398981443144391620' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5398981443144391620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5398981443144391620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/10/would-you-rather.html' title='Would You Rather?'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-4747753218760303616</id><published>2008-10-13T14:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T15:17:31.757-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='politics'/><title type='text'>Romans 13 and Politics</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SPOerjo1uyI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZNkrPYNh3s/s1600-h/christ+for+president.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5256719661209598754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SPOerjo1uyI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZNkrPYNh3s/s320/christ+for+president.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sermon series we've been working through at Sojourn for the past couple weeks has been on politics. At first, I was a little wary of this series, entitled "Christ for President", knowing the divisive nature of politics, but I have been really impressed with how Daniel Montgomery (the preaching elder at Sojourn) has handled this subject. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It was also very fitting that we've worked through Romans chapters 1-12 over the past several months and landed on chapter 13 in the heat of the political season. Romans 13 speaks to the fact that God establishes governing authorities and that we are to submit to them. For this reason, we are to pay taxes and acknowledge the governing authorities as servants of God. This is a good reminder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In yesterday's sermon, while exhorting the church to remember their untiy in Christ and seek to avoid dividing the family of God into political tribes, Daniel encouraged us to ask ourselves the following questions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;1) Do I criticize and condemn others in my political talk without looking at my own heart? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;2) Do I demonize politicians, political parties and policies I oppose?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;3) Am I quick to confront others in my political talk? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;4) Is there rudeness, harshness, bitterness or a rush of hateful words in my political talk?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Even though I've never really been one to thrive on arguing politics with others, these questions are a helpful tool for me, as a Christian, to think about my own heart as it relates to politics. I look forward to seeing the fruit that will result from other believers at Sojourn taking the time to think through these questions and to desire unity in the church body above their desire to win an argument or cram a political agenda down another's throat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;If you would like to listen to these two sermons in the "Christ for President" series, follow &lt;a href="http://www.sojournchurch.com/"&gt;this link&lt;/a&gt; to the Sojourn webpage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-4747753218760303616?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/4747753218760303616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=4747753218760303616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4747753218760303616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4747753218760303616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/10/romans-13-and-politics.html' title='Romans 13 and Politics'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SPOerjo1uyI/AAAAAAAAADM/mZNkrPYNh3s/s72-c/christ+for+president.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3639051753904423828</id><published>2008-10-10T14:02:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T15:48:04.308-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='contentment'/><title type='text'>Christian Contentment, Part 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SO-fodU0TrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Lsm0u7cIOvo/s1600-h/Contentment.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5255594807580184242" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SO-fodU0TrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Lsm0u7cIOvo/s320/Contentment.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In preparation for the many changes (having a baby and moving to a new state - to name a few) that are facing us in the coming year, Dave suggested that we read up on the topic of contentment in order to prepare our hearts for all this change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, we are together working our way through The Rare Jewel of Christian Contentment by the Puritan author Jeremiah Burroughs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although it was written close to 350 years ago, the truth contained in this book is still so relevant to life in the 21st century. Discontentment is a problem of the human heart, whether the heart is grumbling about a neighbor having more cattle or a nicer car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking to the Apostle Paul's teaching on contentment (Phil. 4:11 -13 and 1 Tim. 6:6-10) Burroughs offers this helpful description of contentment in the first chapter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Christian contentment is that sweet, inward, quiet, gracious frame of spirit, which freely submits to and delights in God's wise and fatherly disposal in every condition."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then goes on to discuss each aspect of this definition, beginning with "sweet, inward," saying,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not only must the tongue hold its peace; the soul must be silent. Many may sit silently, refraining from discontented expressions, yet inwardly they are bursting with discontented expressions, yet inwardly they are bursting with discontent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This shows a complicated disorder and great perversity in their hearts. And notwithstanding their outward silence, God hears the peevish, fretful language of their souls. A shoe may be smooth and neat outside, while inside it pinches the flesh. Outwardly there may be great calmness and stillness, yet within amazing confusion, bitterness, disturbance and vexation."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage really resonated with me and made me to see just how often my expression of discontentment is an inward and silent one. Often, I may know better than to grumble to Dave (mostly because I know he will correct me, as he should), but this does not stop me from complaining and fretting in my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And, what a perfect example of a beautiful, yet pinching shoe! I experienced this just last week with a new pair of shoes, and although my shoes were totally cute (if I do say so myself), inside my shoe, my foot was in a state of "confusion, bitterness, disturbance, and vexation" as my heel transformed into a mess of pinched red skin. My angry feet inside cute shoes are a picture of what is going on inside my heart when I am "inwardly bursting with discontent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, there will be more to come as we read on in this book. Stay tuned...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3639051753904423828?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3639051753904423828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3639051753904423828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3639051753904423828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3639051753904423828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/10/christian-contentment-part-1.html' title='Christian Contentment, Part 1'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SO-fodU0TrI/AAAAAAAAADE/Lsm0u7cIOvo/s72-c/Contentment.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3642594119745312870</id><published>2008-09-29T10:49:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T11:24:00.279-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby names'/><title type='text'>Names that Make You Feel Weird</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Dave and I came across this list while flipping through a baby name book we were given. After reading it, Dave remarked that it would make good blogging content. And he was right. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Read on and feel weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(*this post is in no way meant to offend those who like, and are therefore not made to feel weird, by the following names)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Names that Make You Feel Weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Girls&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breezy&lt;br /&gt;Charm&lt;br /&gt;Chastity&lt;br /&gt;Cherish&lt;br /&gt;Delite&lt;br /&gt;Fashion&lt;br /&gt;Glory&lt;br /&gt;Harmony&lt;br /&gt;Lake&lt;br /&gt;Leaf&lt;br /&gt;Liberty&lt;br /&gt;Michelin&lt;br /&gt;Oceana&lt;br /&gt;Panther&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;br /&gt;Pity&lt;br /&gt;Precious&lt;br /&gt;Promise&lt;br /&gt;Purity&lt;br /&gt;Rain&lt;br /&gt;Sweetpea&lt;br /&gt;Tree&lt;br /&gt;True&lt;br /&gt;Vixen &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;Arno&lt;br /&gt;Bloo&lt;br /&gt;Butler&lt;br /&gt;Car&lt;br /&gt;Delete&lt;br /&gt;Elmo&lt;br /&gt;Elmore&lt;br /&gt;Ervin&lt;br /&gt;Excell&lt;br /&gt;Fabio&lt;br /&gt;Fable&lt;br /&gt;Fergus&lt;br /&gt;Fife&lt;br /&gt;Forester&lt;br /&gt;Geronimo&lt;br /&gt;Gomer&lt;br /&gt;Maverick&lt;br /&gt;Oswald&lt;br /&gt;Paris&lt;br /&gt;Prince&lt;br /&gt;Rebel&lt;br /&gt;Stone&lt;br /&gt;Stormy&lt;br /&gt;Welcome&lt;br /&gt;Ziggy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(taken from &lt;em&gt;50,001 Best Baby Names&lt;/em&gt; by Diane Stafford)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3642594119745312870?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3642594119745312870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3642594119745312870' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3642594119745312870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3642594119745312870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/09/names-that-make-you-feel-weird.html' title='Names that Make You Feel Weird'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-2965213045768009660</id><published>2008-09-18T13:15:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-18T13:24:34.666-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ultrasound'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='baby'/><title type='text'>Baby Ainsworth's First Picture</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SNKNjAzIqcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0UM6UoTocGs/s1600-h/baby%27s+first+pic.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SNKNjAzIqcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0UM6UoTocGs/s320/baby%27s+first+pic.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247412148489464258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first ultrasound yesterday. We got to hear the heartbeat and even saw the little guy (or gal) move a little! It was such a special experience, and we are so thankful to the Lord for how He is knitting this little one together to be a healthy baby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the baby is still very alien-like you can see the little arms and legs beginning to form in the picture above. Dave thinks it looks like the baby is doing a little jig...maybe we'll have a dancer on our hands :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-2965213045768009660?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/2965213045768009660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=2965213045768009660' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2965213045768009660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2965213045768009660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/09/baby-ainsworths-first-picture.html' title='Baby Ainsworth&apos;s First Picture'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SNKNjAzIqcI/AAAAAAAAAC8/0UM6UoTocGs/s72-c/baby%27s+first+pic.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5879426921587839583</id><published>2008-09-06T21:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T20:14:50.679-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Due Time</title><content type='html'>I can assure you, readers, that the lack of activity on this blog is not indicative of a lack of activity in the Ainsworth family. Far from it, to be sure. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, Dave and I have been so "active" that we are now expecting our first child!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right folks, we're pregnant!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about 8 weeks pregnant now and due April 19th (or somewhere around there). We are very thankful to the Lord for this wonderful blessing, and are excited to share it with  all of you.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We covet your prayers for the health of this baby and pregnancy. I hope to keep you all updated and post more regularly on what is going on with our growing family. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Behold, children are a heritage from the Lord, the fruit of the womb a reward. Like arrows in the hand of a warrior are the children of one's youth. Blessed is the man who fills his quiver with them!" ~ Psalm 127:3-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5879426921587839583?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5879426921587839583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5879426921587839583' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5879426921587839583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5879426921587839583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/09/due-time.html' title='Due Time'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-4436811697026290899</id><published>2008-08-12T18:21:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T18:33:16.907-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The TRUE Dollar Theater</title><content type='html'>A few months back, Dave and I discovered (with the help of some friends) a real-live dollar theater just across the river in Clarksville, Indiana. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're not talking about one of those discount theaters that masquerades as a "dollar theater" while charging $3-4 per ticket. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, my friends, this is a TRUE dollar theater. As in, tickets cost $1.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is an indescribably satisfying feeling to go to see a movie that you've been eagerly  anticipating seeing and only pay one dollar. AND, as if that wasn't enough...on Mondays, if you go with 3 or more people, you only pay $.50 per ticket! Just last night, Dave and I, along with our friends Josh and Erin, took advantage of this and saw  Ironman. It was an fun, entertaining movie, but I would've settled for just-enough-to-keep-me-awake for $.50!  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People, if you live in the Louisville area, you seriously need to get on the Green Tree Mall Cinemark bandwagon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You won't regret it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-4436811697026290899?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/4436811697026290899/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=4436811697026290899' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4436811697026290899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4436811697026290899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/08/true-dollar-theater.html' title='The TRUE Dollar Theater'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-4734042933888739779</id><published>2008-08-02T21:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T22:49:08.313-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='provision'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='job'/><title type='text'>New Job</title><content type='html'>I have a new job. Well, sort of. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of last Tuesday, I accepted a new job on Southern Seminary's campus. I will no longer be working as Student Life Secretary for Boyce College, but will instead be the Secretary to the Senior Associate Dean of the School of Theology. It's quite a long  title, although I assure you that length does not translate into importance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will officially make the switch to the new job early next week as I wrap up things at Boyce and finish training my replacement. The Lord was so gracious to provide a replacement for me within a matter of days, and she is going to do a wonderful job. God knew what both of these offices needed and He provided for them both perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The decision for me to accept this new position was not an easy one. I have loved my time at Boyce, getting to know my co-workers and the students, and enjoying the variety the job offered. I learned new skills, made new friends, and never once dreaded going to work. This job was a gift from the Lord. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With that said, I trust that this new job is also a gift from the Lord. To remind myself of this gift and thank God specifically, I have listed (below) just a few of the good things about this job...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Financial Provision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a few days before I was offered this new position, Dave prayed that the Lord would continue to provide for us financially and meet all of our upcoming financial needs. And this is just what He did! &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it's easier to attribute God's financial provision to those one-time, surprise gifts in the form of a check from Grandma or the IRS, but God also provides (and probably more often) through employment. That is what He did this time, and we can thank Him for it. He knows our needs and is faithful to provide for them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Location&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though I am only "up the hill" from my old job, this means that Dave can easily visit me while he is on campus for class. This might seem minor, but in the heat of summer and the freezing cold of winter Dave won't have to trek outside to visit me, as he did while I was in my previous job. So, really, Dave will be the primary beneficiary of this perk of the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. New Relationships&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A new job provides opportunities to make new relationships. I am thankful for this, and pray that I will be faithful to pursue these relationships as well as maintain existing ones formed while in my old job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so thankful for this new job and the Lord's provision of it. Praise Him, who is the giver of good gifts! Now...may I be equally thankful on Monday when I am humbled by all that I have to learn to do my new job well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-4734042933888739779?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/4734042933888739779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=4734042933888739779' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4734042933888739779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4734042933888739779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/08/new-job.html' title='New Job'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-2845140543043690573</id><published>2008-07-24T10:22:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T11:24:25.779-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vacation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><title type='text'>Back to Life, Back to Reality</title><content type='html'>Well, we've been back in Louisville now and back to normal life for 4 days now. I guess I lied when I said "more updates to come" in my previous post on our vacation. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The end of a vacation is always bittersweet. I am usually a little sad to leave wherever we are or whoever we're visiting and return to normal life, but there is also a twinge of relief to be back home in my own bed. I'm thankful for this feeling of relief (however small it may be) because it reminds me why life should not just be "one big vacation". It is good to love my home and want to return to it. It is also good to have work and responsibility to return to. By God's grace, I was actually looking forward to returning to work and being productive. Rest and vacation are wonderful things - gifts from God - but all of life is not meant to be spent in recreation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible speaks to this in Proverbs 21:25, which says, "The sluggard's craving will be the death of him, because his hands refuse to work."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 12:11: "Whoever works his land will have plenty of bread, but he who follows worthless pursuits lacks sense."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are plenty of other places in the book of Proverbs as well as the rest of Scripture that attest to the Lord's good design for people to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, obviously, work looks different for different people. I am not speaking here of only the "conventional" definition of work.  Dave's 84 year-old grandma is a beautiful example of one who fills her days with "work" without bringing in a paycheck.  She spends her days volunteering at various non-profit organizations and functions at her church, as well as knitting scarfs, baby blankets and other items for her great-grandchildren and people in her church.  She is always on-the-go and is incredibly committed to all her various activities. It is so encouraging to me to witness her use the gifts God has given her to be productive and to benefit others when she could just as easily (and understandably) spend her days resting her aged body.  As a side note, she is also the healthiest 84-year-old I have ever known, and I'm sure this is due in large part to her days spent in productive activity all her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for the way the Lord uses vacation time to remind me of His goodness in normal life. I am reminding myself of this even now as I anticipate going home from work and having to finish unpacking our suitcases (from 4 days ago!), pay bills, and attend to dishes and everyday work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can thank God for sweet and restful vacation time, but I can also agree with the author of Proverbs that it is good for my hands to work!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and just for fun, here's a little video - inspired by the title of this post - for your viewing pleasure:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jLHMAFfXYNY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jLHMAFfXYNY&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-2845140543043690573?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/2845140543043690573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=2845140543043690573' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2845140543043690573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2845140543043690573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/07/back-to-life-back-to-reality.html' title='Back to Life, Back to Reality'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3070512953152934668</id><published>2008-07-17T23:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:09.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vacation Update</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICaQJz7ERI/AAAAAAAAACs/HuSt0iUiEVA/s1600-h/DSC01175.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICaQJz7ERI/AAAAAAAAACs/HuSt0iUiEVA/s320/DSC01175.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224345170052059410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we are on the last leg of our trip. We have two more days here in Tampa with my parents before we head home to Louisville on Sunday. We have had a great time so far - both in Texas, with our friends the Gangers and Davis' and in Keystone Heights with Dave's family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few pictures from our Texas adventures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICX3Ge-AjI/AAAAAAAAACc/HvqzQEX7ris/s1600-h/DSC01164.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICX3Ge-AjI/AAAAAAAAACc/HvqzQEX7ris/s320/DSC01164.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224342540638880306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is us with our dear friends, Daniel and Joy Davis (in the middle) with their sweet kids Reid and Annelise, and Tim and Sarah Ganger (on the end). We all had a great time catching up, since the Davis' moved from Louisville to Texas a couple months ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dave and I had fun loving on Reid and Annelise Davis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICZAsUmuOI/AAAAAAAAACk/-xsdFZYacZo/s1600-h/DSC01157.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 329px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICZAsUmuOI/AAAAAAAAACk/-xsdFZYacZo/s320/DSC01157.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224343804926408930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't they amazingly cute kids! I thought about sending out our next Christmas card with this picture in it, but that might be a little weird...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left Temple, TX where Daniel and Joy are living, on Saturday morning and headed into Houston. Here is a picture of the Houston skyline:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICbHdenJcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wjmm3oq9Wig/s1600-h/DSC01193.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 207px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICbHdenJcI/AAAAAAAAAC0/wjmm3oq9Wig/s320/DSC01193.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224346120224187842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is quite a spectacle (even from inside the car).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We drove straight into Pearland, TX, which is about 15 miles south of the city of Houston. (This is the area where we are looking to plant a church.) There we met a local youth pastor at a hole-in-the-wall BBQ joint and had some delicious Texas BBQ. Dave was quite impressed - which is a big deal. He's a bit of a BBQ snob.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This pastor, Jason, then gave us a really informative tour of Pearland. He was extremely knowledgeable and helpful and is very excited about what we are hoping to do in Pearland. The Lord was very kind to provide him and we are very thankful for a like-minded minister in the area.  After this the six of us (Gangers, Davis', and Ainsworths) drove into the city of Houston for Part 1 of our tour (since Dave and I had never been to Houston before). We drove through downtown, straining our necks to see everything that was being pointed out to us. We stopped off at a Jamba Juice in Rice Village, and Dave and I experienced the wonder that is the Strawberry Surfrider smoothie. We can now join in on the Jamba Juice ravings with our native Texan friends. We ended the evening at Sarah's parents' home in North Houston and stayed the night there. They were wonderful hosts - providing all sorts of refreshments and snacks and a very welcoming and gracious home. Dave was just so thankful for their abundant supply of diet coke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday morning we headed back into Pearland to attend Sovereign Grace Church. Dave, Tim, and Daniel had met the pastor of this church at the Together For the Gospel conference in April, and they had been able to keep in touch with him and let him know we would be there. We very much enjoyed worshipping with this body of believers in Pearland, and they were all incredibly loving and welcoming to us. Grady, the pastor, had us all over for lunch after church - which was no easy feat considering his wife was out of town and he was cooking for the 6  of us, one other couple from the church, and his 6 kids! He pulled it off quite well though and the time with him and his family in his home was refreshing to us all. He is a very wise man who has pastored for more than 20 years. If the Lord has us in Pearland to start a church, I know this man will be a wonderful source of godly wisdom and guidance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of Sunday included tour of Houston: Part 2, including the Galleria area and dinner at Chuy's a local Mexican restaurant. The food was delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday night was spent mostly savoring our last evening all together. We prayed for the city of Pearland and Houston and for the Lord to lead us in the coming year to accomplish all the He desires. It was a sweet time and we were all sad to part the next morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all headed our separate ways on Monday morning: the Davis' to a family vacation in Colorado, the Gangers back to Louisville, and Dave and me to Florida to visit family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have had a wonderful time with family, and it's not over yet. More updates to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3070512953152934668?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3070512953152934668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3070512953152934668' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3070512953152934668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3070512953152934668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/07/vacation-update.html' title='Vacation Update'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SICaQJz7ERI/AAAAAAAAACs/HuSt0iUiEVA/s72-c/DSC01175.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5773118473989283248</id><published>2008-07-10T09:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:09.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chipmunks, Bunnies &amp; Squirrels, Oh My!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SHYRStFusoI/AAAAAAAAACU/MftXUa1sutc/s1600-h/Chipmunk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221379831021613698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SHYRStFusoI/AAAAAAAAACU/MftXUa1sutc/s320/Chipmunk.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here's a light-hearted post for your reading enjoyment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It never fails that I see at least one bunny and a few chipmunks each day outside my window at work. And whenever I do see them, I am compelled to exclaim, like a little child, the name of the animal. Just this morning I walked right past a chipmunk on my way to the office and before I know it, I hear myself exclaim "chipmunk!" a little louder than is socially acceptable. This can prove somewhat awkward when others are around. Yet this does not seem to deter me, and I will continue, day after day, to joyfully exclaim the names of all my little creature friends at work. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included a picture of a chipmunk for your viewing pleasure. I have decided that chipmunks are amazingly cute animals and surprisingly un-gross for being so rodent-like. Basically, I am delighted with them and would be very open to having one as a pet. I would make him a little sweater and teach him to sing and he would travel the world getting into all sorts of skirmishes... oh wait, that's already been done... in the form of a cartoon - an excellent cartoon, I might add. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5773118473989283248?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5773118473989283248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5773118473989283248' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5773118473989283248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5773118473989283248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/07/chipmunks-bunnies-squirrels-oh-my_10.html' title='Chipmunks, Bunnies &amp; Squirrels, Oh My!'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SHYRStFusoI/AAAAAAAAACU/MftXUa1sutc/s72-c/Chipmunk.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-4212772714372333731</id><published>2008-07-08T11:03:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:10.033-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='complaining'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='church plant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Texas'/><title type='text'>Texas Bound</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SHON5BKAKHI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOshxrcab2k/s1600-h/Texas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220672403754985586" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SHON5BKAKHI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOshxrcab2k/s400/Texas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In 3 days, Dave and I will be making our first trip ever to the Lone Star state. As many of you know, we are prayerfully considering moving there (specifically to Houston) in a year to assist with a church plant. As this will be the first time either of us has ever set foot in Texas (aside from the Dallas-Ft. Worth airport), we are not entirely sure what to expect. We do, however, know to expect heat. And more heat. But then, we lived for 20+ years in Florida, so this is nothing new. Unfortunately, my being accustomed to being hot does not equate with enjoying the heat. In fact, being hot often stirs my comfort-loving heart to complaining and discontentment. When I grumble at the heat and my subsequent discomfort, I am grumbling against the Lord. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is as if I am saying, "Lord, I don't believe that this heat and discomfort is for my good. I have the right to be comfortable at all times. I am entitled to live in a place where the climate suits my desires perfectly and to complain when it doesn't. In fact, my comfort is of utmost importance. It is more important than being hot for the sake of the gospel of Christ." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ugh.  Just writing that is shameful. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are many preparations left to make before we leave on Friday. The obvious ones include washing and packing clothes, and carefully packing our carry-ons free of liquids or nail files or suspiscious items (for fear of being manhandled and interogated by the TSA). But there are also spiritual preparations to be made in my heart. As I seek to prepare my heart, I am looking to Philippians 2:14-15:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Do all things without grumbling or questioning, that you may be blameless and innocent, children of God without blemish in the midst of a crooked generation, among whom you shine as lights in the world..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you pray this for me as well? That I would do &lt;em&gt;all things&lt;/em&gt;, included visit Texas, without grumbling, that I might shine as a light in this crooked world. Houston, TX is part of this crooked world that needs lights to shine with the truth of the gospel. Hot people in Texas need Christ. I pray I will remember this even as my sweat-soaked back and humidity-frizzed hair tempt me to grumble and question.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Would you also pray for wisdom and discernment for Dave and me as we seek to determine if indeed the Lord would have us move to Houston in a year? Your prayers on our behalf are much appreciated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-4212772714372333731?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/4212772714372333731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=4212772714372333731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4212772714372333731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/4212772714372333731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/07/texas-bound.html' title='Texas Bound'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SHON5BKAKHI/AAAAAAAAACE/DOshxrcab2k/s72-c/Texas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-2189894099437236861</id><published>2008-07-02T08:46:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T09:37:23.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Have Dominion</title><content type='html'>On his blog today, &lt;a href="http://www.albertmohler.com/blog.php"&gt;Dr. Albert Mohler &lt;/a&gt;commented on a &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/07/02/us/02gift.html?_r=1&amp;amp;partner=rssuserland&amp;amp;emc=rss&amp;amp;pagewanted=all&amp;amp;oref=slogin"&gt;&lt;em&gt;New York Times&lt;/em&gt; article&lt;/a&gt; featuring the late Leona Helmsley, a woman who made billions in New York real estate and was infamous for material excess. Ms. Helmsley made the headlines last year after her death when it became public knowledge that she left millions to be used for the care of her own dog. This time, she is making news as it seems she desired for her entire trust, somewhere between $5 and $8 billion be used towards the welfare of dogs in general.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you to read Dr. Mohler's response to this, as he makes many insightful comments from a Christian worldview. Of course, I cannot come close to responding as thoroughly as him, but I do have a few thoughts to share on this topic:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it is rather fitting that this is my very next post after that announcing our cat's death. And for those of you who did not gather this from my previous post - the cat was put down (which is a nice way of saying that we chose for her to be euthanized because she was sick). Although it was a very sad decision for Dave and me to have to make, and we love animals just as much as the next American, it was a rational decision in light of the fact that it was a cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes, Dave and I would jokingly tell Gloria that we have dominion over her. It was kind of like when your mom or dad would tell you to do something "because I said so." So, we would tell Gloria to do things (or rather, not do things - like jump on the table) "because we have dominion over you." This was always said in jest, but it was nontheless true. God gave humans dominion over animals (Gen. 1:28).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even non-Christians who are unfamiliar with the creation account in Genesis recognize this to be true. And this is a small part of why it is so unfathomable to people, as demonstrated in the writing of this NY Times article, how Leona Helmsley can leave billions of dollars to care for dogs over against people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather than simply gawk at how "crazy" it is to leave billions of dollars to dogs (which I have done my fair share of), we should be moved to sadness at how very wrong Ms. Helmsley's priorities were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-2189894099437236861?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/2189894099437236861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=2189894099437236861' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2189894099437236861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/2189894099437236861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/07/we-have-dominion.html' title='We Have Dominion'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3864472599927824593</id><published>2008-06-26T09:47:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:10.199-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Gloria Estefan (the cat)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGOePBOYb2I/AAAAAAAAABs/QjWh8Io59pA/s1600-h/Gloria.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216186774289149794" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGOePBOYb2I/AAAAAAAAABs/QjWh8Io59pA/s200/Gloria.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Many of you know our cat, Gloria Estefan Ainsworth. (Yes, her namesake is a latin pop singer.) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this past week it became very clear to us that Gloria is sick (which we had suspected for some time). It had become a frequent occurence for her to lose all control of her bodily functions on various pieces of our furniture (I won't say which for fear some of you may never sit down in our house again). We always knew that Gloria was old, but she seemed to double in age just over the past week. After much emotional discussion and deliberation, we decided we could not keep her any longer. And so, Gloria is no longer with us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria came to our doorstep almost 3 years ago and won our hearts. We fed her tuna because she was hungry and alone. We never intended to keep her, but then we didn't really have a choice in the matter once she weaved in and out of our legs, purring sweetly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria was a great cat. These are some of the things I liked most about her: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gloria was a pretty cat. If a cat can be feminine, Gloria was. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Gloria was de-clawed, which is nice for the obvious reason, but also because it meant that she had what we called "oven mitts" for paws. When she wanted you to pet her, she would "pet" you with her oven mitt paws until you decided to pet her. Sometimes we would purposely not pet her so that she would be required to sweetly tap us with her paw. It was very cute. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Gloria was the most unathletic cat I ever knew. She rarely played, and when she did you got the sense that it was out of obligation. We would dangle a string or poke her with a feather for a good 2 minutes before she would reluctantly and half-heartedly bat at it with her oven mitt paws. It was as though she was "too cool" to play. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. On the other hand, in her younger days, we would often wake up to the sound of her wrestling with a plastic bag or tissue paper (her favorite sleeping surface). Upon one of us entering the room where this was happening she would do her best to look nonchalant, as if she was not really playing but merely looking at the plastic bag (which was difficult to believe since her body was half inside the plastic bag). We decided that she was a self-conscious player, probably embarrassed by her unathleticism. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Gloria only drank water out of a glass on my bedside table. If the glass was not at least 2/3 full she would meow at you until you filled it up. Although it sounds annoying, it was actually rather cute (but maybe that's just hindsight bias...) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Gloria would lay on anyone's lap, although her favorite lap was Dave's. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Gloria did not like to walk on uneven surfaces. Every time she had to cross our bed, which is covered by a fluffy down comforter, she would have to psyche herself up and then would cautiously feel around with her paw before every step. By the look of it, you would have thought she was crossing a perilous rope bridge over a ravine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Gloria liked for her belly to be pet. And she had the softest and furriest belly. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Most of all, Gloria was a sweet companion. Whenever I was home alone at night, Gloria was a comforting presence to me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, you will be missed. You were a great cat. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3864472599927824593?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3864472599927824593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3864472599927824593' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3864472599927824593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3864472599927824593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/tribute-to-gloria-estefan-cat_26.html' title='A Tribute to Gloria Estefan (the cat)'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGOePBOYb2I/AAAAAAAAABs/QjWh8Io59pA/s72-c/Gloria.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-7378041091065206842</id><published>2008-06-25T09:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T16:37:07.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anniversary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marriage'/><title type='text'>Happy Anniversary to Us!</title><content type='html'>On June 25, 2005, exactly 3 years ago, I married the most wonderful man. At the time, I couldn't have imagined it was possible to love him more - but it is - and I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got married, many people warned us that the first year was the hardest. By God's grace, it wasn't hard for us. It was much more natural than dating, and the Lord was kind to enable us to be gracious with one another as we learned to be married. At the close of our first year of marriage I began bracing myself for the second year. My rationale was that since we somehow escaped the difficulty of that "dreaded first year" we were probably due for a tough second year of marriage. Again, my expectations were not met. Our second year of marriage was just as good as the first, and in many ways better, as we grew in understanding each other and in maturity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I now look back on our third year of marriage, I am beginning to see a trend. Every year of marriage is better than the previous! How very kind of our Heavenly Father to design marriage to not only make us more like Christ but also to give us much joy and pleasure in this life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Anniversary, my sweet Dave! You are my highest earthly treasure, and I look forward with eager anticipation to what the Lord has planned for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-7378041091065206842?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/7378041091065206842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=7378041091065206842' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/7378041091065206842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/7378041091065206842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-anniversary-to-us.html' title='Happy Anniversary to Us!'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-8323585967860117729</id><published>2008-06-24T14:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:10.447-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Word on Christian Education</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGFFHb3lvkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7VpVv6D_Iao/s1600-h/Wisdom+%26+Eloquence.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215525837514063426" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGFFHb3lvkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7VpVv6D_Iao/s200/Wisdom+%26+Eloquence.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I came across this quote while reading &lt;em&gt;Wisdom &amp;amp; Eloquence: A Christian Paradigm for Classical Learning&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Christian education, properly considered, always includes the goal that students will use their schooling to impact the world around them. Not only do we expect [graduates of Christian schools] to exercise discernment over their own lives and lifestyles, but we also expect them to be able to persuasively articulate a better way of life to those around them."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"We have to be careful, as we educate our students to live "Christianly" in this world, to do more than just teach them how to be a good example to others, should anyone care to look over their suburban privacy fences. Teaching them to think, to discern, and to behave wisely should be coupled with instilling in them a sense of obligation to contend for those same values throughout society. If we believe that Christian living is the fulfillment in this life of what God intends for human beings -- if being a Christian is, in fact, "good for us" -- then we can legitametly conclude that living in a Christ-influenced society can be good for anyone, even those who do not profess the faith personally. A gracious, articulate citizen who has learned to consider and to communicate within the whole range of human concerns will find it much easier to influence those living in the modern world than will those who have missed this set of skills in their education."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I found this to be a thought-provoking and helpful illustration of the benefit of thorough Christian education both for the individual child as well as for society. Although somewhat premature (seeing as how we have no children yet), this inspires me to strive to teach my children in such a way that they first embrace Christ themselves, and then are equipped to persuade others of the truth and beauty of the gospel of Jesus Christ. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a high calling! And what grace must be given by God to fulfill this high calling. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-8323585967860117729?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/8323585967860117729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=8323585967860117729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8323585967860117729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/8323585967860117729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/word-on-christian-education.html' title='A Word on Christian Education'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGFFHb3lvkI/AAAAAAAAABc/7VpVv6D_Iao/s72-c/Wisdom+%26+Eloquence.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-154913965495659431</id><published>2008-06-22T16:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:11.270-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parents'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='annivesary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>34 Years and Counting...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGBdkAbzxEI/AAAAAAAAABM/xh2OzzNF2FE/s1600-h/DSC00249.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGBdkAbzxEI/AAAAAAAAABM/xh2OzzNF2FE/s320/DSC00249.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215271241668346946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thirty-four years ago today my parents were married in a small lakeside ceremony. They were 23 years old and smitten with each other, and I can happily say that they are still very much in love today at the age of 56. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;I am so thankful to the Lord for gifting me with parents who love each other. Throughout my childhood, it was a regular occurrence for my sister and me to turn to one another and exclaim, "gross!" after witnessing mom and dad affectionately cuddle or kiss each another. However grossed out I might have been, I knew that mom and dad loved each other and my life was safe and secure as a result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that I am a married woman, I can more fully appreciate the influence my parents' relationship had on me. It is so natural for me to express affection for my husband because I witnessed my mom's affection for my dad. I naturally desire to serve my husband through cooking him meals, washing his clothes, and keeping track of the details of our lives' because I watched my mom tirelessly do these same things for my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank the Lord for my parents and their 34 years of marriage, and I pray for many more years to witness them grow in love for one another. I pray that Dave and I would continue to learn from them and model the same warmth and affection in the way we love one another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-154913965495659431?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/154913965495659431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=154913965495659431' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/154913965495659431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/154913965495659431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/34-years-and-counting.html' title='34 Years and Counting...'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SGBdkAbzxEI/AAAAAAAAABM/xh2OzzNF2FE/s72-c/DSC00249.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-3555495750790179827</id><published>2008-06-18T14:12:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:11.497-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='memoir'/><title type='text'>An American Childhood</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SFlbxY495sI/AAAAAAAAABE/kvJWYgWj4qs/s1600-h/An+American+Childhood+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5213298947711166146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SFlbxY495sI/AAAAAAAAABE/kvJWYgWj4qs/s320/An+American+Childhood+2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just finished reading this memoir by Annie Dillard. She is an excellent observer and communicator of life, and her gifts are put to good use in this book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is an excerpt of her describing an experience of her's as a small child:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"I lay alone and was almost asleep when the damned thing entered the room by flattening itself against the open door and sliding in. It was a transparent, luminous oblong. I could see the door whiten at its touch; I could see the blue wall turn pale where it raced over it... It was a swift spirit; it was an awareness. It made noise. It had two joined parts, a head and a tail, like a Chinese dragon. It found the door, wall, and headboar; and it swiped them, charging them with its luminous glance. After its fleet, searching passing, things looked the same, but weren't.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dared not blink or breathe; I tried to hush my whooping blood. If it found another awareness, it would destroy it. Every night before it got me it gave up. It hit my wall's corner and couldn't get past. It shrank completely into itself and vanished like a cobra down a hole. I heard the rising roar it made when it died or left. I still couldn't breathe. I knew--it was the worst fact I knew, a very hard fact--that it could return again alive that same night...."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Curious to know what she's refering to? Read on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It was a passing car whose windshield reflected the corner streetlight outside. I figured it out one night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Amazing. What's even more amzaing is that she does this throughout the book--totally sucking you in with her vivid descriptions. It's almost exhausting for your mind, but you are compelled to read on. I would encourage this book and this author highly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-3555495750790179827?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/3555495750790179827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=3555495750790179827' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3555495750790179827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/3555495750790179827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/american-childhood.html' title='An American Childhood'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SFlbxY495sI/AAAAAAAAABE/kvJWYgWj4qs/s72-c/An+American+Childhood+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5095905345288301638</id><published>2008-06-16T11:49:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T13:54:13.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sad Reality of Childhood Obesity in America</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SFaOZHim7aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ejuKkA_eg7E/s1600-h/Childhood+Obesity.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5212510180900007330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SFaOZHim7aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ejuKkA_eg7E/s320/Childhood+Obesity.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;* Please Note: This post is not intended to be an indictment of any overweight person or child. I am aware that there are many causes of obesity - including those that cannot be controlled or changed. Please read my thoughts with this in mind.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My heart was heavy after reading this Time magazine article: &lt;a href="http://www.time.com/time/health/article/0,8599,1813700,00.html?cnn=yes"&gt;"How America's Children Packed on the Pounds."&lt;/a&gt; Here are some statistics from the article to give you a glimpse of the pervasiveness of obesity among children:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"In 1971 only 4% of 6-to-11-year-old kids were obese; by 2004, the figure had leaped to 18.8%. In the same period, the number rose from 6.1% to 17.4% in the 12-to-19-year-old group, and from 5% to 13.9% among kids ages just 2 to 5. And as with adults, that's just obesity. Include all overweight kids, and a whopping 32% of all American children now carry more pounds than they should."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Speaking of the rise of Type II Diabetes, hypertension, and other diseases (normally associated with people over the age of 40) among children, the article states:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;"It's hardly a secret how American children have come to this sickly pass. In the era of the 64-oz. soda, the 1,200-calorie burger and the 700-calorie Frappuccino, food companies now produce enough each day for every American to consume a belt-popping 3,800 calories per day, never mind that even an adult needs only 2,350 to survive. Not only are adults and kids alike consuming far more calories than they can possibly use, but they're also doing less and less with them. The transformation of American homes into high-def, Web-enabled, TiVo-equipped entertainment centers means that children who come home after a largely sedentary day at a school desk spend an average of three more sedentary hours in front of some kind of screen. "&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;The scene described here is a worrisome one - not only because it inevitably leads to poor physical health, but more importantly because it is a recipe for poor spiritual health. Children who grow up learning to satisfy their every desire with food and mindless entertainment grow up to become adults who do the same. They find their comfort from food and lull their hearts to sleep with entertainment. "Their end is destruction, their god is their belly, and they glory in their shame, with minds set on earthly things (Phil. 3:19)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Christians, we should be concerned about childhood obesity, but not for all the same reasons that the secular world is concerned about it. We can agree with the author of this article that childhood obesity is a sad epidemic, that it is bad for the economy and future of America, and that something must be done about it; however, we must have a more biblically informed understanding of and solution to the problem. Apart from Christ, people (including children) will turn to other gods - in this case food - for comfort. Families and children need more than health education and "self-esteem" improvement (this is a separate topic for discussion altogether) to overcome obesity. They are sinners who need to be saved from their sin. Only then will they find true comfort and peace - in the Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded that I once walked in this way too - living according to my flesh and satisfying all its desires. But thanks be to God that He has saved me from my body of death . My life is hidden with Christ in God, and I am no longer enslaved to food or any other thing. Praise the Lord for His salvation!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5095905345288301638?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5095905345288301638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5095905345288301638' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5095905345288301638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5095905345288301638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/disclaimer-this-post-is-not-intended-to.html' title='The Sad Reality of Childhood Obesity in America'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Iu3ao7g5BY0/SFaOZHim7aI/AAAAAAAAAAs/ejuKkA_eg7E/s72-c/Childhood+Obesity.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-5396728811161618863</id><published>2008-06-12T13:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T09:15:43.179-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='biblical counseling'/><title type='text'>Powlison on the Dangers of Introspection</title><content type='html'>Over the course of the past two days, I have been listening to a message given by David Powlison at a 2007 Sovereign Grace leadership conference entitled, &lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sovereigngracestore.com/ProductInfo.aspx?productid=A2250-03-51"&gt;In the Last Analysis: Look Out for Introspection&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;. As a student of biblical counseling (and therefore of Dr. Powlison), I benefited greatly from listening to this message. In it Powlison highlights the dangers of introspection when we "make self-analysis an end in itself instead of a doorway into grace, obedience, repentance, purpose, joy..." I am guilty of this. More than I would like to admit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further, he says, "It's like little children being given matches. We can use this most powerful gift [self-knowledge] in a way that ultimately can turn self-destructive and others-destructive, wholly contrary to the intention in which it was given."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, guilty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We tend to think, Powlison notes, that "If I could only get to the bottom of why I do what I do I would be different." Rather, we must remember that "analysis itself changes nothing and mere analysis is not the goal."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we fall prey to merely analysing ourselves, we "curve in upon ourselves" as the church fathers put it. Powlison explains this in-curving saying, "We are a vortex into ourselves, and our sins are about ourselves, so what could be a more fascinating way to look at myself than to try and figure out my sins... the world models that you're supposed to be about yourself, the flesh loves being about itself and can't imagine anything different, and Satan the liar who is himself utterly self-absorbed and full of pride and godlessness has a huge stake in lying to us, tempting us, reinforcing that self-centeredness... there's this &lt;em&gt;huge inertia that pulls me down into me &lt;/em&gt;(emphasis mine)."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About halfway through the message I found myself asking the question (which you may now be asking): So is all self-introspection bad? In answer to this, Powlison reminds his listeners that "biblical self-knowledge is meant to take us out of ourselves. Accurate self-knowledge is a very good thing... the Bible is about self-knowledge... but it locates that process of knowing yourself in a much wider and deeper context."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those of you who are familiar with biblical counseling, and specifically the ministry of &lt;a href="http://ccef.org/"&gt;CCEF&lt;/a&gt;, this movement away from introspection and "heart idolatry hunting" might seem strange and even unhelpful, especially from the lips of CCEF's own David Powlison. I had these thoughts. I mean, I can remember how enlightened I was upon first being introduced to the concept of heart idolatry and the depth of my sin. It was as if a light came on, while at the same time darkness swept over me as I saw a glimpse of the tip of the enormous iceberg of my sin. However, at the same time, I have not always used this self-knowledge and awareness of sin for good. Rather than be moved to prayer and repentance, I have become morbidly fascinated with my sin leading to, as Powlison describes, "paralysis of faith, of action, of obedience - because unless I understand everything I can't pray, I can't repent, I can't change, I can't love..." When this happens, introspection has become dangerous and is leading me down a path of sinful self-pity and fearful paralysis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Self-analysis is meant to be a doorway of grace. The problem is &lt;em&gt;excessive&lt;/em&gt; introspection."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With every look inward, I pray I will also look to the cross and rejoice in Romans 8:1, praising God that "There is therefore now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus." Amen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-5396728811161618863?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/5396728811161618863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=5396728811161618863' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5396728811161618863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/5396728811161618863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/powlison-on-dangers-of-introspection.html' title='Powlison on the Dangers of Introspection'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5532791792556626240.post-126150462710678473</id><published>2008-06-11T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T21:49:38.551-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to the Ainsworth abode</title><content type='html'>I was long resistant to joining the world o' bloggers. The name "blog" alone was pretty much enough to turn me off. I mean, it sounds like some kind of onomatopoeia for an unpleasant bodily function. But alas, I have been convinced of the benefit of blogging, both for the working out of my thoughts as well as for keeping long-distance friends and family in-the-know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hope for this blog then is to do just those things (mentioned above), while at the same time promoting the name of my Lord Jesus Christ and bringing glory to Him. I pray that this blog will edify and encourage you, the reader, and I welcome contributions, correction and comments (and alliteration).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5532791792556626240-126150462710678473?l=theainsworthabode.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/feeds/126150462710678473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5532791792556626240&amp;postID=126150462710678473' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/126150462710678473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5532791792556626240/posts/default/126150462710678473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theainsworthabode.blogspot.com/2008/06/welcome-to-ainsworth-abode.html' title='Welcome to the Ainsworth abode'/><author><name>Maggie Ainsworth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01758949650215206456</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
