<?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-5241257140971737987</id><updated>2011-10-10T15:05:36.397-04:00</updated><category term='cancer'/><category term='chemotherapy'/><category term='Hodgkins Lymphoma'/><title type='text'>JFord Designs</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>60</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-3449802723616927770</id><published>2011-07-16T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T08:22:39.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>http://youtu.be/taGHl78A8a4&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-3449802723616927770?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3449802723616927770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/07/httpyoutu.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3449802723616927770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3449802723616927770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/07/httpyoutu.html' title=''/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5971154357183684747</id><published>2011-07-12T17:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-12T17:38:57.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing...</title><content type='html'>So my last blog was back in May. Now it's July and things are so different. Where I was, where I am now and where I am going. I have spent much of the past few months in silence and solitude. It's not a fun place for someone who has lived her life surrounded by people. I'm an extrovert so being around people and talking are essential to my being. Or at least I thought they were. But funny enough, now I look forward to any and all silence and solitude I can get at any moment during the day, week, month. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;During this time, I did some connecting and healing of wounds that went so deep that some I didn't even realize were there. Today, I can honestly say that I feel 90% healed. Are we ever 100%? I'm not sure but I can do 90% through the rest of my life if this is 90%.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When my personal life and health blew up over two years ago, I thought it was the end of life as I knew it and it was. Now I have a new life. It's a life where I do chose to follow the life of Christ. He has delivered me from every way that I was and who I was that I am grateful to have the opportunity to connect with him on a level that I am assuming some don't get the chance to.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've made some pretty big decisions lately. I'm going back to school next month for two years to complete my degree with Lancaster Bible College. Yup. Surrender for me has also meant my vocation. And I am looking forward to doing it, too. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For many years I have denied that small voice that spoke to me numerous times about where I should be. Over the past year I tried some things that I thought would be a way to do ministry my way but it doesn't always work out our way. So when so much fails we have to step back and review. After we review, we can choose to listen to His way or go our own way again and repeat the cycle. Personally, I was tired and weary, heavy and burdened. Kinda like the prophets in the Bible. I have felt like there is something more for me but had no idea what. So with a leap of faith, I am moving forward and doing what I am told to do. Go back to school, clean up my finances, be an example to my children and walk a straight path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ironically, so many things have been falling into place. It feels good for once in my life to not be pushing for things to happen and just allowing them to happen on His timing. It's a practice that I have to renew each day to allow and to have patience for. So many growing pains and so many lessons learned. Best one to date: When God speaks...Listen and Obey. Kinda like our own children:) I've seen my wrath and I know personally God's wrath when we're not listening and obeying.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-5971154357183684747?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5971154357183684747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/07/growing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5971154357183684747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5971154357183684747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/07/growing.html' title='Growing...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5878911478740082668</id><published>2011-05-29T07:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-29T08:08:33.437-04:00</updated><title type='text'>...how the garden grows...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mup968rkTkU/TeI0hkf1hxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7bhFDn_pf4g/s1600/IMG_6076.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mup968rkTkU/TeI0hkf1hxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7bhFDn_pf4g/s400/IMG_6076.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612105836994594578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uckKTvrOCE/TeI0hdnX03I/AAAAAAAAAN0/dvARjRyAfFs/s1600/IMG_4539.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7uckKTvrOCE/TeI0hdnX03I/AAAAAAAAAN0/dvARjRyAfFs/s400/IMG_4539.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612105835147154290" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv1R5g_KENA/TeI0hfciCcI/AAAAAAAAANs/UZyC-qkpvUw/s1600/IMG_1002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Fv1R5g_KENA/TeI0hfciCcI/AAAAAAAAANs/UZyC-qkpvUw/s400/IMG_1002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5612105835638557122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My garden is growing! I am so excited about this! The first picture are my tomatoes. They are actually growing. I had no idea how to start a garden a month ago. The ground was tilled and I bought my seeds and planted them. A friend laughed and told me my tomatoes should've been started inside and I thought, "oh well, too late now. Just like Jennifer to just jump in and do it." But now, 3-4 of them are growing!&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The best ones are the corn! They're getting higher and higher each day. When they started I wasn't sure if they were the grass mixed in there or if it was the corn but now I can tell the difference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The last picture is what I believe are the green beans! It's still a little hard to tell. I planted 6 different fruits and veggies. 3 out of 6 isn't too bad. The others are still working and there are beginnings of them I believe but not quite sure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A wise man told me not to weed until I could tell what was growing and where:) I'm listening to that advise and just plucking the weeds where it is safe to do so and not ruin all that is growing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks all for reading and letting me share a little bit of joy from my garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(p.s. - I write this as my kids are watching Gnomeo &amp;amp; Juliet in the background and talks about "Love builds a Garden:)" LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-5878911478740082668?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5878911478740082668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-garden-grows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5878911478740082668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5878911478740082668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/how-garden-grows.html' title='...how the garden grows...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-mup968rkTkU/TeI0hkf1hxI/AAAAAAAAAN8/7bhFDn_pf4g/s72-c/IMG_6076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7877211829908487328</id><published>2011-05-27T06:39:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T07:00:10.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Just sharing...</title><content type='html'>I've had a few sleepless nights this week. A lot is going on, a lot is happening around me and my life. I have a routine in the morning when I wake. &lt;br /&gt;Feed the dog&lt;br /&gt;Start the coffee&lt;br /&gt;Let the dog out&lt;br /&gt;Pour my coffee&lt;br /&gt;Open the laptop&lt;br /&gt;Start my email with a prayer&lt;br /&gt;Read my inspiring newsletters that come from Joel Osteen, Beliefnet and 5 mins of Faith&lt;br /&gt;Go to Facebook and see "what God wants me to know today"&lt;br /&gt;Then have my quiet time with Him and pray&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired today. I feel as if I have been running a race. A race of making up time that I missed over the years of really "getting it". Ironically, the Joel Osteen message hit me today, like every other day, right where I am at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd share it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TODAY’S SCRIPTURE&lt;br /&gt;“...Run in such a way as to get the prize”&lt;br /&gt;(1 Corinthians 9:24, NIV)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;TODAY’S WORD from Joel and Victoria&lt;br /&gt;Oftentimes, when we have a dream in our heart, we start off strong. We head down the path toward our goal, and we’re so excited! But along the way, we hit some roadblocks and encounter some adversity. Many times, people will just give up and take the easy way out. But we have to remember, it’s not how we start that counts; it’s how we finish. Anybody can be fired up at the beginning, but I’m encouraging you to stick with it until the end! Have the determination to go all the way through. Don’t stop at the halfway mark just because times are tough. Don’t quit because you don’t see anything happening. The scripture tells us not to walk by sight, but to walk by faith.&lt;br /&gt;Today, if there’s a dream in your heart, something you’re believing for — a relationship to turn around, a business opportunity or to overcome an addiction — keep pursuing it! Run your race to win the prize! Don’t settle until you see the fullness of what God has placed in your heart. As you stand strong in your faith, I believe God will pour out His favor and blessing upon you, and you will see the victory He has in store for you!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A PRAYER FOR TODAY&lt;br /&gt;Heavenly Father, today I choose to stand strong in You. I set my focus on Your promises and choose to run my race with conviction. I let go of the past by faith today and press forward into the destiny You have in store for me. In Jesus’ Name. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;— Joel &amp; Victoria Osteen&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;My turn again:&lt;br /&gt;I've hit some roadblocks...yes. And as early as two days ago I told God - no more or I'm turning away and going back. This isn't what I thought it would be like. He started dreams in me many years ago and again this past year and again just recently. They keep changing and tweaking along the way. There is a vision He gave me of my life two years ago when He entered my dreams while I was at my lowest. It's what has kept me going on. It is such joy and happiness. As I have pressed on thinking it was this or that and nothing happened or I had a mountain to move...We grew closer and I continued to go by faith and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I now understand surrender. And there are days when it feel awful and then a prayer gets answered. Then in that moment you continue to believe and go on - whatever the result. So that's what I've been doing. He has asked me to share my story in so many ways and to so many different people. It's been confusing but it's starting to make sense - just as recently as yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a version of my story to share with families who are in the midst of a cancer diagnosis:&lt;br /&gt;My book Jenny's Angels available at:&lt;br /&gt;www.inspringdesignsbyjennifer.com&lt;br /&gt;direct link to:&lt;br /&gt;https://www.createspace.com/3587070&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm zapped, I'm tired. I'm going to rest this weekend as I have been told to. He's taking it from here...for now. I know this is just the beginning of something else. Not sure what. But I'm trusting I'll be ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you everyone for reading my blog. Sharing my emails and Facebook status', twitter stuff and all the junk we have to learn to do in order to get out there and make a difference...even if it's just for one single person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I'm going on a field trip with my daughter. I'm going to be tired due to broken sleep last night but I also know that I will pray for enough energy and receive it for the day and laugh with my child....it's priceless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Bless,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7877211829908487328?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7877211829908487328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7877211829908487328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7877211829908487328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/just-sharing.html' title='Just sharing...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1209563954898686087</id><published>2011-05-09T10:58:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-09T11:00:28.031-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging out in the prayer garden...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHin_K7YeIc/TcgBcUTip8I/AAAAAAAAANk/SsxkrOMu8ts/s1600/IMG_7304.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHin_K7YeIc/TcgBcUTip8I/AAAAAAAAANk/SsxkrOMu8ts/s400/IMG_7304.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604731322261219266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUM8aFxLUBs/TcgBV3bbycI/AAAAAAAAANc/TaTFYY97FiE/s1600/IMG_4062.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FUM8aFxLUBs/TcgBV3bbycI/AAAAAAAAANc/TaTFYY97FiE/s400/IMG_4062.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604731211430480322" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veZg1W5-dIY/TcgBOtUJbBI/AAAAAAAAANU/vSsV0fbTJC8/s1600/IMG_3223.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-veZg1W5-dIY/TcgBOtUJbBI/AAAAAAAAANU/vSsV0fbTJC8/s400/IMG_3223.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604731088456477714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My angels are officially hanging out with me in my prayer garden:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5241257140971737987-1209563954898686087?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1209563954898686087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/hanging-out-in-prayer-garden.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1209563954898686087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1209563954898686087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/hanging-out-in-prayer-garden.html' title='Hanging out in the prayer garden...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RHin_K7YeIc/TcgBcUTip8I/AAAAAAAAANk/SsxkrOMu8ts/s72-c/IMG_7304.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8623972299581431766</id><published>2011-05-08T11:21:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:28:08.155-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day doesn't get any better than this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gs0tBwzthjU/Tca2dhfcJ3I/AAAAAAAAANM/83XBACG0QAE/s1600/Scan-110508-0003.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; 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cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9p3yyDaOv88/Tca12_7F7UI/AAAAAAAAAMU/_sRkvmtSf_A/s320/Scan-110508-0010.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604366742786010434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SerYo3hWGKk/Tca1wNxUb0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/DXyCXixUUFI/s1600/Scan-110508-0011.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SerYo3hWGKk/Tca1wNxUb0I/AAAAAAAAAMM/DXyCXixUUFI/s320/Scan-110508-0011.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604366626244030274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-skLyPWb1JWI/Tca1piDseaI/AAAAAAAAAME/2xfyjzGxNMc/s1600/Scan-110508-0012.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-skLyPWb1JWI/Tca1piDseaI/AAAAAAAAAME/2xfyjzGxNMc/s320/Scan-110508-0012.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604366511430728098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUhwUopT1II/Tca1htCFfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hQfJZCwRdlI/s1600/Scan-110508-0013.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-uUhwUopT1II/Tca1htCFfBI/AAAAAAAAAL8/hQfJZCwRdlI/s320/Scan-110508-0013.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604366376937815058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALbwMkV_rk0/Tca1aB_FkaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RX-dEecAXwQ/s1600/Scan-110508-0014.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ALbwMkV_rk0/Tca1aB_FkaI/AAAAAAAAAL0/RX-dEecAXwQ/s320/Scan-110508-0014.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604366245123428770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gifts from my children. Funny, when you find yourself questioning if you really are a good mom and doing your very best...God provides you an answer:)&lt;div&gt;Happy Mother's Day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enjoy your day with the ones you love!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5241257140971737987-8623972299581431766?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8623972299581431766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-doesnt-get-any-better-than_08.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8623972299581431766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8623972299581431766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-doesnt-get-any-better-than_08.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day doesn&apos;t get any better than this...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gs0tBwzthjU/Tca2dhfcJ3I/AAAAAAAAANM/83XBACG0QAE/s72-c/Scan-110508-0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-206924800890928456</id><published>2011-05-08T11:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-08T11:20:47.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day doesn't get any better than this...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7pUa-CaaJgU/TcaxsiyyokI/AAAAAAAAALs/J2s6bA9ciMY/s1600/Scan-110508-0001.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7pUa-CaaJgU/TcaxsiyyokI/AAAAAAAAALs/J2s6bA9ciMY/s400/Scan-110508-0001.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604362165121360450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7FwM0GkTl8/TcaxmXDO_3I/AAAAAAAAALk/Bf1NwcOcOfg/s1600/Scan-110508-0002.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 332px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-I7FwM0GkTl8/TcaxmXDO_3I/AAAAAAAAALk/Bf1NwcOcOfg/s400/Scan-110508-0002.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604362058889887602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...and yes, I cried:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-206924800890928456?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/206924800890928456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-doesnt-get-any-better-than.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/206924800890928456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/206924800890928456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mothers-day-doesnt-get-any-better-than.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day doesn&apos;t get any better than this...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-7pUa-CaaJgU/TcaxsiyyokI/AAAAAAAAALs/J2s6bA9ciMY/s72-c/Scan-110508-0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-121197488156568364</id><published>2011-05-07T19:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-07T19:45:58.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, Mary, quiet contrary...How does your garden grow? cont....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6lLi6xM-Jo/TcXZB0X6gNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/so82c-aC5EE/s1600/IMG_7938.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6lLi6xM-Jo/TcXZB0X6gNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/so82c-aC5EE/s400/IMG_7938.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5604123936594493650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As my garden grows, so do my creative ideas:) &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I encourage anyone who feels stuck in a place in your life to find a space you can make your own. Inside or outside your home. Reuse old furniture. Go through your basement and attic for items you can repaint and give new life to. There is something very theraputic to making something old into something new again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For so long I have envisioned a garden with colorful, eclectic furniture and decorations, but never did it. I love looking at magazines and seeing how pretty some gardens are, but never did my own. After clearing the weeds and leaves from the abandoned garden behind my barn last week - I found my garden muse. The butterfly shape needed color...so I gave it to her. But it needed more. I painted verses and sayings around her shape as reminders of my prayers and positive affirmations. But now I needed a place to sit. Years and years ago, my dad gave me this old metal chair that he had when my mom was alive. I remember this chair when I was little. It used to have an ugly brown cover over it - totally 70's. This chair has moved from house to house with me and never has been used because it's a little broken. Dad always reminded me that this chair is now in the Smithsonian so I never felt like I could change it. Soooo...I called my dad:) Yes, I wanted his approval of spray painting it before I just did it. Now 76 years old and realizing that things are just things and we can't enjoy them unless we use them...he agreed to the painting. So now this chair is bright pink. Next came old shutters. A fresh painting, design and some words of a song and a verse and we have more interest and color. Lastly came another chair. It felt lonely out there in just my wire chair so I made room for a friend. Again, with a little spray paint and some left over fabric - I have another sunny chair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My prayer garden will continue to evolve this season. I am blooming with ideas! I invite anyone who would like to stop by and see my prayer garden to come on by and have a cup of tea, a talk and some time with me in my garden.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5241257140971737987-121197488156568364?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/121197488156568364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-mary-quiet-contraryhow-does-your_07.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/121197488156568364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/121197488156568364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-mary-quiet-contraryhow-does-your_07.html' title='Mary, Mary, quiet contrary...How does your garden grow? cont....'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-_6lLi6xM-Jo/TcXZB0X6gNI/AAAAAAAAAKs/so82c-aC5EE/s72-c/IMG_7938.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1404109675780903505</id><published>2011-05-01T07:19:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-01T07:55:57.802-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, Mary, quiet contrary...How does your garden grow?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8lz3T8KDjA/Tb1KOBj5ImI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2DUo_da81rA/s1600/IMG_5283.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8lz3T8KDjA/Tb1KOBj5ImI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2DUo_da81rA/s200/IMG_5283.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601715116316369506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHrPtruX1Rg/Tb1J4F_vTjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/COTC9I7ILjQ/s1600/IMG_3239.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qHrPtruX1Rg/Tb1J4F_vTjI/AAAAAAAAAKU/COTC9I7ILjQ/s200/IMG_3239.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601714739549785650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiAwo0t1Aao/Tb1JvxWkQzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KfFRY3Qb7pc/s1600/IMG_3256.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-GiAwo0t1Aao/Tb1JvxWkQzI/AAAAAAAAAKM/KfFRY3Qb7pc/s200/IMG_3256.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601714596569432882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1-gl0YBLqw/Tb1JfMRQTeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kRRT8AVAQH8/s1600/IMG_0317.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-k1-gl0YBLqw/Tb1JfMRQTeI/AAAAAAAAAKE/kRRT8AVAQH8/s200/IMG_0317.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601714311737134562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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;br /&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;...with silver bells and cockle shells...no...with pink-painted chairs and yummy-veggies:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(that doesn't rhyme...oh well)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I spent a beautiful, sunny Saturday cleaning out my old flower gardens and preparing a new veggie garden. I've been thinking a lot about this lately. There is deeper meaning to all of this, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Personally, Jen never kept up nor created her own garden's. At the homes that I've lived at, previous owners always had beautiful gardens planted. I may have started caring for these gardens for awhile with weeding and remulching but I never kept up with them. I didn't know much about gardening nor had any real interest in learning. So they always became overwhelmed with weeds.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have envisioned my gardens with eclectic, colorful furniture pieces and signs of all sorts, but never did anything more than stuck store bought decorative stakes in the ground. This year, I'm revamping my gardens and revamping the garden in my mind, body and spirit, too. My muse will be created later this afternoon. I envisioned her at the end of the day but I was too pooped to do it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer, is ready to revamp, recreate, reinvent her garden. Jennifer is ready to weed, turn the soil, plant the seeds, water and watch her garden grow. Jennifer is ready for the maintenance of her garden's now...even in the hot, hot summer heat...no excuses and no looking for someone else to do the weeding:)&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Gardening! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5241257140971737987-1404109675780903505?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1404109675780903505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-mary-quiet-contraryhow-does-your.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1404109675780903505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1404109675780903505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/05/mary-mary-quiet-contraryhow-does-your.html' title='Mary, Mary, quiet contrary...How does your garden grow?'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M8lz3T8KDjA/Tb1KOBj5ImI/AAAAAAAAAKc/2DUo_da81rA/s72-c/IMG_5283.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-9055853153622601657</id><published>2011-04-17T08:56:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T08:56:53.879-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Happens After a Storm?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;It has been a very rainy Saturday. I have been indoors, alone...by myself...no...sorry, I am never alone. I have been indoors all day going deeper in my relationship with God. It’s almost time for me to go to bed but I felt I needed to end this rainy day on a special note.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What happens after a storm? The skies part open and the sun seeps out slowly. The flowers, after an April shower, begin to bloom into their vivid colors. The grass grows higher and higher, greener and greener. It doesn’t happen overnight...we have to be patient and wait. Some will not even notice. Some will take it in little by little. Others will stop and sit and wait. They will notice the changes going on around them. They will look up to the heavens and thank the Lord for all the beauty that the storm has brought.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this moment, I am reflecting on something deeper. On May 7th, it will mark my 2 years since I finished chemo treatments from my blood cancer, Hodgkin’s Lymphoma. So many people told me to give myself two years to feel better, to gain back my energy again. It has felt like a long storm. But the clouds are clearing and the sun is shining brighter. I feel as if this storm is over now. I have learned many lessons. I have been tested in ways that I can’t even describe. Let alone it would go on and on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful to have my strength that He has continued to provide me. It has proven to me who I am and what I am able to endure. It has proven to me that family history and genetics do not have to play a role on anyone’s life. It has shown me true love and that seeking anywhere outside of Him does not fullfill your soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My soul is getting cleaner and clearer. The adverse reactions and side effects of chemo drugs are wearing off. The changes I have choosen to make in my diet and exercise have helped tremendously. I feel my body is getting stronger. The aches and pains are not as dominent any more. My mind is clearer and I am getting better balance of my life daily. It’s a wonderful feeling. It has been hard to be patient but I have learned...and will continue to accept what is for now is only for now. It does not have to be forever. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am grateful for all the support that God has provided my children and I. He is a good God and I cannot speak of anything but His grace, forgiveness, love and faithfulness. My faith has been tested and I have failed Him in the past but all is forgiven and my trust is fully with Him now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cheers to brighter days, promises fullfilled, dreams coming true. I’m in the process of closing some chapters in my life for good. I am following His word and listening to Him and His guidance for my path in life. There have been changes stirring within me and my spirit is ready for the first steps. Sometimes it takes a huge storm to discover your purpose, destiny, calling in life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings to all! Remember when you are in a storm and it’s coming to an end...look for the rainbow and sunshine and then thank Him for the beautiful gifts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings and love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-9055853153622601657?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/9055853153622601657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happens-after-storm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/9055853153622601657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/9055853153622601657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/04/what-happens-after-storm.html' title='What Happens After a Storm?'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-819751197775320511</id><published>2011-04-02T07:59:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-02T08:25:32.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Visual Journaling...Never Imagined</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKkx-g0WwZY/TZcVoHO_uGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c7QhzWagI98/s1600/JennysAngel.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKkx-g0WwZY/TZcVoHO_uGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c7QhzWagI98/s320/JennysAngel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590961241284655202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been awhile since I last blogged. Everyone tells me you are suppose to blog every week and post and twitter and status...blah, blah. I just don't have something inspiring to share sometimes. Sometimes I got nothing but being in a funk and that's not very inspiring.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I thought I'd share something that I started doing that has helped me through...well...a lot. Two years ago when I was going through a very dark time in my life I started what is called a "Visual Prayer Journal". I would sit in God's word and pull out a scripture and write it down then design, pencil, illustrate all around it - page by page. Doing this helped me grow past my pain and I can honestly look back at these now and see the space I was in. Just like many other things in my life I put it on a shelf...until recently.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As I've been rediscovering my own inner artist again I have restarted my visual journal but in a more positive way. I have also started to teach others on this process and other ways to heal by art. I was asked by my Cancer Center and the Lymphoma Leukemia Society to do workshops on these as well. I never imagined how much 'more' healing I could do myself by sharing with others something so simple...and my story of surviving.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(NOTE: April 26th from 3-4:30pm at the Apple Hill Medical Ctr. Suite 188 &amp;amp; The LLS Conference on May 26th in Hershey, PA at the Hershey Lodge)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is good to know that you are not alone. I've connected and reconnected with women my age who have been out of treatment for about 2 yrs now and compared notes. Life is different. For some it's different in small ways for others it is different in big ways. Getting through the 'different' takes more time, more healing and mostly patience. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Journaling has been a great source of healing but even more healing for me has been done by writing and illustrating a children's book. It's my own personal story that I was called to do. It's almost ready to self publish and I'm in that space of fear again. Sharing my soul and knowing others may not receive what I have written as a possibility to them is scary. The fear of opinions, judgements and rejection to a writer/artist who is ready to lay it all out there for the world to see just screams fear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So before I am ready to publish...I must be ready. God is preparing me each day for what may come. I may only sell one book and that may be to myself and I am ok with that. It was written as my way of healing and closing my past pain and I am grateful for the gift of being able to share my story and my visions to others.&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;God Bless!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-819751197775320511?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/819751197775320511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/04/visual-journalingnever-imagined.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/819751197775320511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/819751197775320511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/04/visual-journalingnever-imagined.html' title='Visual Journaling...Never Imagined'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-JKkx-g0WwZY/TZcVoHO_uGI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/c7QhzWagI98/s72-c/JennysAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5527554572673808648</id><published>2011-03-14T17:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T17:01:09.739-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Importance of Being Creative</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://blog.beliefnet.com/inspirationreport/2011/03/the-importance-of-being-creative.html"&gt;The Importance of Being Creative&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-5527554572673808648?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://blog.beliefnet.com/inspirationreport/2011/03/the-importance-of-being-creative.html' title='The Importance of Being Creative'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5527554572673808648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/03/importance-of-being-creative.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5527554572673808648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5527554572673808648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/03/importance-of-being-creative.html' title='The Importance of Being Creative'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2665316470976030139</id><published>2011-02-20T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-20T18:27:00.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe in Miracles...</title><content type='html'>Prayers are an amazing thing. Especially when they are answered. I have experienced it before and I am experiencing it again. I find it amazing when you were just praying for something...a miracle...and it actually happens. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you think you are alone in your problems...pray.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you think God doesn't hear you...pray again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When you think it's just not going to happen for you...pray more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe that there are amazing people in this world! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe that they are in your life and willing to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe that you can reach your dreams with work and God's help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Believe in Miracles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have faith when you think you don't any longer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have faith that you will learn something along the way.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have faith that He will answer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Have faith there is light and love at the end.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold onto hope in God and His plan for you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hold onto hope that He will guide you on your path.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hope for more Miracles!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We may not understand why when we are standing in the middle of it. We may not understand when we think we are on the other side of it and quickly find out we are not. We may not understand why bad things happen to good people. We must have faith, believing, hope and prayer that God knows us. How personally He knows each of us is up to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Light &amp;amp; Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2665316470976030139?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2665316470976030139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/02/believe-in-miracles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2665316470976030139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2665316470976030139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/02/believe-in-miracles.html' title='Believe in Miracles...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8979552357074901172</id><published>2011-02-10T12:20:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-10T12:28:45.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Restart Button...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvf191RnzJk/TVQgAY4ltqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgmJAI1svVs/s1600/DSCN5421.JPG"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvf191RnzJk/TVQgAY4ltqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgmJAI1svVs/s320/DSCN5421.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572113830016038562" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOPmSxQLbIQ/TVQgJutEHNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/433UkeOlC-Q/s1600/DSCN5420.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 254px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wOPmSxQLbIQ/TVQgJutEHNI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/433UkeOlC-Q/s320/DSCN5420.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572113990492101842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#0000EE;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I'd love a restart button in the real world! Who wouldn't? I'm clearing myself of what hasn't worked before and restarting once again. Organizing hasn't been one of my biggest skills but it's there with a little madness of my own attached to the my methods.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Once again, I am restarting where I left off...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;www.etsy.com/shop/patterngirl43&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a temporary site until the fully loaded one is ready. I have inventory and would love to see others wearing/using an item that will reming them daily of "who you need to be". I certainly know I do...mine for today is..."Be true to yourself...and Believe".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-8979552357074901172?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8979552357074901172/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/02/restart-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8979552357074901172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8979552357074901172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/02/restart-button.html' title='Restart Button...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-pvf191RnzJk/TVQgAY4ltqI/AAAAAAAAAJs/jgmJAI1svVs/s72-c/DSCN5421.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6970853589077225995</id><published>2011-01-26T21:44:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-26T22:16:39.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Peace with 40...</title><content type='html'>So today was my 40th birthday. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I made the mistake of allowing my doctors office (months ago) schedule my routine follow up CT scan this morning. Originally I thought, "why not...it's just another day." Never considering that I am a person who is reminiscent and going through the needle jabbing (4x's) would take me back to where I was two yrs ago. Then, of course, it's reflecting on where I am not at 40 that I thought I'd be by now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All the birthday wishes were nice and the uplifting comments about turning 40. Honestly, I realize now that I spent the approaching weeks dreading it. I spent today not wanting it to even be here nor did I really want to acknowledge it myself. Why? A few reasons why. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm at that halfway point in life and not being where you thought you'd be by now is a reality check for me. I'm the "baby" of my family. Being the baby keeps you as the one that never gets old. My dad has admitted that at 76 he had enjoyment of stating his youngest was in her 30's. Not anymore:( Sorry Dad.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But by mid-day, I pulled up my big girl undies and said, "ok, let's make the most of it." I got out into the yucky weather for a sassy hair cut, bought a large bottle of wine, something yummy to treat myself to, a book I ordered was on my doorstep so I settled into a hot tub for awhile and did what made me feel better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think at this moment I am at peace with 40. I needed time to hurdle this one mentally. Tomorrow I will be 40 plus one day so it will get easier. I will think of what I have at 40 and not what I have not...and I do have a lot. I am grateful for such great kids, family, friends and loved ones that know me, care about me and just love me for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll wear 40 as a badge of honor. I think I've earned this one. I knew nothing at 30, I know so much more at 40 and by 50 I'm guessing the world will have to get outta my way cuz I might know everything:) and I plan to speak about it all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs &amp;amp; Kisses,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-6970853589077225995?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6970853589077225995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-peace-with-40.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6970853589077225995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6970853589077225995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/at-peace-with-40.html' title='At Peace with 40...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8484444634840214450</id><published>2011-01-20T06:55:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-20T07:53:20.649-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Remembering...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TTgwDONDhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2FMBgnGuBOI/s1600/Rejoice_PsalmPraise.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TTgwDONDhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2FMBgnGuBOI/s320/Rejoice_PsalmPraise.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564250171526842146" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately I've been reading facebook updates from some young family members. Tween and teen girls that express a missing of their grandpa (my uncle) who passed away a few years ago now. It breaks my heart to read between the lines of how we all struggle with loss of a close loved one. It doesn't get easy at whatever age you are. But I especially want to share with these young girls a few thoughts of my own...things that I have learned along my 40 year path about life and death.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;You see, when I was 8 I lost my mom. It took a few years before it really hit me and how much I missed her. Unfortunately, I didn't know then what I know today so I was one of those girls that made poor choices and searched hi and lo for who she was. I wondered if it would be easier if I had my mom to talk to - like I talk to my 11 year old daughter now and see how gracefully she is growing up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In my 20's I went through loss again with my grandmother. She was an amazing woman! She taught me most of the craftiness that I am today. I spent summers and holiday breaks with her because I was the girl of the family and my dad knew I needed to have a woman figure to spend time with. My grandmother and I would sit and crochet, play Uno, sew and just talk. She "knew" me and now I think back and I now "know" her, too. She was so much love, she was so graceful and kind and generous. It was so easy for her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I got that phone call, I collapsed. She missed many Big Moments of my life! Getting married, my babies... But I know and I feel now that as I morned for so many years this missing...she was and is always there. I have allowed myself to be open to her presence, my mothers presence and also my dear friend Jill's presence who was gone at such a early age. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They are with me and I hear them cheering and encouraging me on. What I do each day in my life I don't just do for myself. I do it for my children...I do it for the women in my life who didn't have the courage, the time, the chance to do it. So if I could give advise to these young girls it would be this... in your quiet time, stop, close your eyes, breathe and open your heart to your Pop Pop. He's right there with you. Feel his hugs. Feel his warmth. See his smile. Hear his words. He wants "his girls" to live their lives happy, full of love and learning all along the way. Imagine him blowing you kisses from heaven. Imagine him when you are faced with uncertainty what would he tell you to do. He is there...just open your heart and mind.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's ironic, because just this past weekend my dad was here (my uncle was his little brother) and we were talking about him. It's even hard for a man at 76. But as a woman...as one who once was a young girl/woman wishing for my mom to be back - wishing for my grandmother's advise...it wasn't until bigger events that I realized how much they are with me. So open your heart, close your eyes and imagine all their love, support, encouragement and feel him close to your heart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs and kisses!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;(your welcome Uncle Wally! Love you, too:)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5241257140971737987-8484444634840214450?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8484444634840214450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/remembering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8484444634840214450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8484444634840214450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/remembering.html' title='Remembering...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TTgwDONDhyI/AAAAAAAAAJY/2FMBgnGuBOI/s72-c/Rejoice_PsalmPraise.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1440898759525658740</id><published>2011-01-12T18:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-12T18:53:31.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overcoming FEAR...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS495hw_cvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcOuUdaAxN8/s1600/JennysAngel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 247px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS495hw_cvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcOuUdaAxN8/s320/JennysAngel.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561450648374833906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few month ago, a story came to me after I created designs of my angels. I love this story! It's a children's story about a little girl named Jenny and her 3 rag dolls. It has some sadness, smiles and truth to my life in every sense. I hope to share it with everyone someday. I'm working on the illustrations, too, so it may be a little longer before it's done but here's a glimpse of the cover.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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;For months and months now I've been holding back on myself. Fear is such a real...thing! I spent years living in fear. Fear of the unknown, am I good enough, what will people think of me changing careers again, what if I'm not good enough, it just seems like too much work for one person. Those voices of questions ramble on and on and kept me stopped, unsure of a direction, hopeless. Overcoming the fear has been a roller coaster. One month I'll be on top of the world and knowing I CAN do it, who cares what they think, so what if I'm not a good as her. Then the next month...road blocks, self sabotage, responsibilities get in the way and the dreams go out the window. Then, restart button...again.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enough of this cycle! I'm going moment by moment, day by day and checking off each bullet on my lists to move my life in the direction of my dreams...my creative dream business. Yes, I know it can be done. Others have done it. I see the vision of the Big Dream and I'm restarting the steps again and keeping it simple. As simple as simple can be for this dream.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Patience Jennifer...that's what I hear now and oh how I have learned patience over these forty years and I'm still not very good at it. But I'm learning and I continue to learn as I have to...without fear. I have social networking to learn. The do's and don'ts. I have specific marketing I need to learn more of. I have new programs to learn. Somedays it feels like too much but little by little I am learning. Besides, all we have is time on this earth...why not learn something new as often as we can and not fear the unknown.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for listening to my ramblings:)...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love you all!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&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;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-1440898759525658740?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1440898759525658740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/overcoming-fear.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1440898759525658740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1440898759525658740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/overcoming-fear.html' title='Overcoming FEAR...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS495hw_cvI/AAAAAAAAAJI/AcOuUdaAxN8/s72-c/JennysAngel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5779205645434072720</id><published>2011-01-11T20:59:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-11T23:13:33.819-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling inspired again....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS0qUuZLAbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ckmt1f82_XU/s1600/0111112312-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 257px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS0qUuZLAbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ckmt1f82_XU/s320/0111112312-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561147650411790770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS0LFPJwq7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/0EqW0sjuw60/s1600/0111112047-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 242px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS0LFPJwq7I/AAAAAAAAAI4/0EqW0sjuw60/s320/0111112047-00.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5561113299467152306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love, Me&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&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;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5241257140971737987-5779205645434072720?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5779205645434072720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/feeling-inspired-again.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5779205645434072720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5779205645434072720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/feeling-inspired-again.html' title='Feeling inspired again....'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TS0qUuZLAbI/AAAAAAAAAJA/ckmt1f82_XU/s72-c/0111112312-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1482006501279252793</id><published>2011-01-10T08:25:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-10T08:35:02.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I have a RESTART button?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TSsKr9v60fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/snFuQtAWH3U/s1600/Forgiveness_LordsPrayerLORES.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TSsKr9v60fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/snFuQtAWH3U/s320/Forgiveness_LordsPrayerLORES.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5560549915345211890" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tick, tick, tick...15 days until 40! I think I may be having my own mid-life crisis. LOL. I don't want a sports car or a 25 year old boyfriend...I just want my dreams to come to fruition. To me it doesn't seem like I'm looking for that much but to others that may be just what they are...dreams.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I started making them happen last year. I was inspired and ready to take the leap and have faith. Then...I got in my own way again and again and again. It's like this weird pattern. I'm not going to sit and analyze it...I'm just going to move on and restart again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm working on my angels...they are cheering me on...again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/5241257140971737987-1482006501279252793?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1482006501279252793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-i-have-restart-button.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1482006501279252793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1482006501279252793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/can-i-have-restart-button.html' title='Can I have a RESTART button?!'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TSsKr9v60fI/AAAAAAAAAIw/snFuQtAWH3U/s72-c/Forgiveness_LordsPrayerLORES.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8500676796238909838</id><published>2011-01-09T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T06:13:56.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>whirlwish</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/9UoUj7q7Hxg?fs=1" frameborder="0"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-8500676796238909838?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8500676796238909838/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/whirlwish.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8500676796238909838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8500676796238909838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/whirlwish.html' title='whirlwish'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/9UoUj7q7Hxg/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-4685582429541330960</id><published>2011-01-08T09:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-08T09:58:43.998-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Year of Possibility</title><content type='html'>This year I have decided NOT to make ANY resolutions. Every year I have written out some resolutions. Started them early in the year then dropped the ball somewhere during the year. So this year I have decided to NOT make ANY resolutions...or maybe I did without realizing it:)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I have decided to not plan. To take my life day-by-day, moment-by-moment and see what happens. I'm not driving this boat really. I'm not in control of what happens so why set myself up for something to not go how I have planned it to go and to be disappointed. I do have my visions, their timeline is nothing that I have control over. So this year I have chosen to "LET GO." To see where everything goes...my business ventures and visions, my finances, my love life, my friendships, my possibilities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm embracing different this year and whatever comes my way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Best wishes followers for a year full of possibilities!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-4685582429541330960?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/4685582429541330960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-possibility.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/4685582429541330960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/4685582429541330960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2011/01/year-of-possibility.html' title='The Year of Possibility'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6364185575866848473</id><published>2010-12-25T21:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T21:35:43.935-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tis' the season...for different</title><content type='html'>It is coming to the end of Christmas day. This year was different for me. I admittedly felt a bit empty this holiday season. My kids were with their dad for Christmas morning. I requested Santa to come early on Christmas Eve morning...it was different. Different is good. I don't mind different. But getting used to different is hard. Last year seemed easier for some reason. I think I had so much distraction with getting ready to travel with the kids and my niece to Florida that I didn't mind the changes so much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This year I felt as if I was missing something. I don't know what it was. My thoughts went to family and thinking a bit about the past. For so many years I tried to create "family" here with my own. Now "my family" is different. I know it's ok. I know my kids have adjusted. I know I have found someone new to discover their traditions, but it's just...different. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For just this moment I will not think too much about the past. For just this moment I will not wonder too much about the future. For just this moment I will feel grateful for Jesus and praise God for the birth of his only Son. For just this moment I will feel comfort in His arms and cherish the quiet that surrounds me this day. For just this moment I know that tomorrow will soon come...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas dear friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/5241257140971737987-6364185575866848473?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6364185575866848473/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-seasonfor-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6364185575866848473'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6364185575866848473'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/12/tis-seasonfor-different.html' title='Tis&apos; the season...for different'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6856030375156224626</id><published>2010-10-22T06:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T07:09:38.042-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When life hands you lemons...</title><content type='html'>Dear Friends,&lt;div&gt;It's been an interesting life. Ever wonder why? What's the purpose for all of this? I do. Maybe all too often. I think too much. I've come to understand that I am not alone either in that regard. Many of us do. We move about day to day as human beings wondering - what's the point?. We make plans for tomorrow, next month, next year without even realizing it. Then getting to tomorrow, next month, next year asking ourself...what happened to my plans? Why haven't things changed? It's frustrating...the mystery of life and planning.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't have any insight. I think I'm just venting today. Feels like a good day for that. I know tomorrow will come regardless of a plan or not. That is one of God's promises and I am grateful. Kinda tired of planning. Think I'll just roll with today and see what tomorrow brings. I think I'll just be still with my life, make no big plans and see what it brings. Feels like a good day for this today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When life hands you lemons...what can you make with it? Today...just for today...I think I'll make some lemonade with a lot of sugary sweetness and just sit back and enjoy it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-6856030375156224626?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6856030375156224626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6856030375156224626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6856030375156224626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/10/when-life-hands-you-lemons.html' title='When life hands you lemons...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-3709444989383546517</id><published>2010-09-25T08:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T09:33:16.055-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Believe...</title><content type='html'>It's been an "ironic" kinda month. Really I don't believe in irony. I believe in fate, destiny, God's will...it's all for a reason and meaning. I believe much of my summer went on hold for a reason...I wasn't fulfilling my dreams...my purpose. Funny how when you really listen closely to that quiet voice inside you - everything works itself out. All you have to do is listen and follow.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am big on praying. I have experienced prayers being answered. Miracles have happened. Wishes have been fulfilled. Dreams have become reality. I've learned a lot about myself lately. I am always open to learning from my mistakes and things happening to me. It's an opportunity to learn more about who I am.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Over the years, many have told me that I am an inspiration. That there is something big for me. I have felt it. Much is coming to surface now. I have had to experience drastic change to move my Self. I have heard that voice loudly tell me...NOW Jennifer. So why not?! No better time than now. No more putting off what He wants for my life. He has told me that there are great gifts at the end and all of my dreams will be filled. Who wouldn't want that? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's coming soon...very soon. Tons of inspiration...that's what I'm suppose to do. Inspire others. Years ago I defined my possibilities...I am love, joy, inspiration, happiness, vitality. I have found most - vitality is the last and final possibility for me to be complete with. The fatigue and fog comes and goes still. But I see and feel it is possible to have it all. Why not?! That is His greatest gift. So I will continue to follow the voice...to reach the reality of the dreams. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sun is shining down this morning. There are gifts in everything around us. Just stop and look at them and say "thank you".&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hugs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&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/5241257140971737987-3709444989383546517?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3709444989383546517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/09/believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3709444989383546517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3709444989383546517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/09/believe.html' title='Believe...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-3041267727169697029</id><published>2010-08-25T08:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T09:45:48.339-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Call me crazy...</title><content type='html'>I just recently have been receiving a small publication in the mail called "Angels". It's a Guidepost publication. I don't subscribe to anything nor did I ever fill anything out to start receiving this lil' book. I don't know how long they have been coming here as I have never even opened them...before now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;About a week ago I got a letter from them saying they were sorry that I may have missed some and thanking me for subscribing and contacting them about not receiving them. First, I did not ever subscribe to it. Nor did I ever contact them about getting these as I thought maybe they were free and just got my name off some list. They come addressed to J Ford - pretty generic. Anyhow, after getting this letter from them I flipped open the lil' Angel book that was on the table to see if they cost anything. And they do. So I started to read this one. Funny...God is funny...(I say this now because nothing is ironic) they are short stories from everyday people who have had encounters with Angels. The message became very clear to me. I have dabbled in writing about some of my own experiences but have kept Angels out of it since I haven't had a good understanding as to why some things happen to me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...I'm rambling. This early morning I was sitting outside with my coffee having my "me time". As I looked up I saw these fuzzy figures in front of my eyes. They were close and dancing all around me. I closed my eyes to see if they'd go away and if it was just me and I was having a vision issue or not. I opened my eyes again to see more of them. I squinted to make sure I was right in what I was seeing. They were gracefully flowing around my head within my eyes view. If I turned my head they moved along with me then moved back. I will draw them out soon so you can see them. They were amazing! I started to laugh like a giggly school-girl and they danced even faster.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know...I know. Now for those who know me - yes, some would call me crazy. I may even call myself crazy at times. I tend to be flighty with too much going on in my head. I tend to be overly-optimistic. But overall my reasoning skills kick in and everything I experience I look for a reason to make some sense of it. This is who I am. I have only recently realized that I am able to be true to myself and believe...have faith...and love...and...fly. (Maybe soar is more like it should be but for now it's...fly:) You'll understand soon what I'm talking about...very soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thanks for reading, following and compassionately understanding:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxox...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/5241257140971737987-3041267727169697029?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3041267727169697029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3041267727169697029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3041267727169697029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/call-me-crazy.html' title='Call me crazy...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8956406880868690304</id><published>2010-08-22T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-22T12:46:49.100-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinead O'Connor - Feel So Different</title><content type='html'>&lt;object style="background-image:url(http://i2.ytimg.com/vi/EfYGfJmTy78/hqdefault.jpg)" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfYGfJmTy78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EfYGfJmTy78?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="425" height="344" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/5241257140971737987-8956406880868690304?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8956406880868690304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/sinead-oconnor-feel-so-different.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8956406880868690304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8956406880868690304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/sinead-oconnor-feel-so-different.html' title='Sinead O&apos;Connor - Feel So Different'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8989387517847411456</id><published>2010-08-18T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T08:12:42.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fireproof | The Cross</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUNGW-KyKFk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/GUNGW-KyKFk?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" width="480" height="295" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&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/5241257140971737987-8989387517847411456?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8989387517847411456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireproof-cross.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8989387517847411456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8989387517847411456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/fireproof-cross.html' title='Fireproof | The Cross'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7783675817084528042</id><published>2010-08-15T09:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-15T09:14:10.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>JFord Designs: Sharing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/sharing.html?spref=bl"&gt;JFord Designs: Sharing...&lt;/a&gt;: "I am on a much needed vacation from my realities in York, PA and having a chance to sit in sunny, humid Florida at a good friend's home. S..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7783675817084528042?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/sharing.html?spref=bl' title='JFord Designs: Sharing...'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7783675817084528042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/jford-designs-sharing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7783675817084528042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7783675817084528042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/jford-designs-sharing.html' title='JFord Designs: Sharing...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6536727561790138040</id><published>2010-08-14T07:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T08:22:44.841-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TGaKQ2HUPDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hDLLnpoBsEM/s1600/have+Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TGaKQ2HUPDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hDLLnpoBsEM/s320/have+Faith.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505239616515750962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TGaJvJDaQKI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/aexj039k6DE/s1600/have+Faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am on a much needed vacation from my realities in York, PA and having a chance to sit in sunny, humid Florida at a good friend's home. She is mommying me as I need right now and taking care of my children to see that I get some much needed r &amp;amp; r. There are times in our lives when we need to be mommied. My original plan was to vist my dad and step mom this weekend but I felt this was where I needed to be. She understands me...and that's who I needed to share with this weekend.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I'm spending my quiet time outside near the pool...reading, journaling, facebooking to see what others are up to. I felt the need to share something that I'm reading. This book fell into my hands a few weeks ago...&lt;i&gt;"Living on the Edge" by Chip Ingram&lt;/i&gt;. It will be a church-wide study that we will be doing this fall at Asbury UMC in York, PA. I will be very involved as this book resonates with me at this point of my life and my journey to know what it really means to call yourself a Christian. Anyway, this is the part I am reading...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;"When we are unclear or have a distorted view of ourselves, we tend to compare our differences rather than appreciate them. We compete with one another rather than realizing we were made different (by divine design) so that we might complement and support one another. It is in our insecurities that make us want to compare our gifts or talents with others. The result is always negative as we conclude that we are either superior or inferior."&lt;/i&gt; (Living on the Edge by Chip Ingram)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Wow...as a gifted-creative individual this hits me. I can't tell you how many years I have felt that "I wasn't good enough". Didn't matter how many people told me I was...when it comes to my designing I go back to being a 12 yr old and hearing my dad say..."It's ok...but you can do better." How many years did I let that hold me back?! I still do it today with comparing the art that I love like KellyRae Roberts (gotta look her up) and other inspirational artists. It wasn't until a few weeks ago that I heard my spirit loudly and told me..."Be true to who you are Jennifer...just as God created you to be...and share it with others...now."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who I am is simple. My life is a bit complicated but overall I am simple. I like simple things, my designs are simple and graphic in nature, my love is simple. I am creative, eccentric, inspirational, love, hope, faith, goodness, kindness, peace, serenity, compassion, understanding, meaningful... This is who I am. Who I was...she is no longer. She is just a memory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'll leave you with one final thought... "Take the leap and...have faith." Coming soon:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Much Love &amp;amp; Blessings,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Jennifer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-6536727561790138040?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6536727561790138040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/sharing.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6536727561790138040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6536727561790138040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/08/sharing.html' title='Sharing...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/TGaKQ2HUPDI/AAAAAAAAAFY/hDLLnpoBsEM/s72-c/have+Faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-3310718780910823544</id><published>2010-07-20T06:15:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T06:52:48.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello again...it's been a long time...</title><content type='html'>Six months since my last post. Time sure does fly by...having fun or not.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here I stand (or sit really) over a year later from dealing with some of the most horrific events of my life (so far). I have watched many people come and go and I'm sure many more in the future. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I woke at 5am this morning. Only God knows why. I have a lot on my mind I guess you can say. Mostly I was sticking to my sheets and just couldn't deal with it any longer. (Enter crazy thoughts of that being a symptom of Lymphoma and this is the week for another CT scan follow up. Is it back? Please God no!) I google every ache and pain now. Maybe I've become a bit obsessed over the past 5 years with health concerns. But when you don't feel yourself and no blood test tells you otherwise you start to go a little obsessive.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyhow, I have no idea why I'm here or what I'm going to blog about. I feel as if I have accomplished nothing in this past year but waste time and blew the money I had. Now once again I'm standing at a crossroad. 39 years old and this sucks! Yes, I've been reminded that I have accomplished a lot. So please don't email me or post that I need to look at the brighter side. I do look at the brighter side. Ok, sometimes the overly optimistic, faithful to the core side...and when you get nothing...well...you get frustrated.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is where I will tell you all the things I am grateful for in my life:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My fabulous children who keep me going everyday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My daughters silliness and the bond that we have with each other.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My son and the leaps and bounds he has done in maturing his behavior towards me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My dear friends who continue to try and help me with words of encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My parents who have their own aging health issues at hand but still support me in any way possible.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My soon-to-be-ex-husband (takes forever for a divorce) and his sacrifices for us to keep on. Even in a sucky economy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;• My dear new friend and confidant:) You have shown me that I am lovable. Ok, maybe the whole package is hard to accept completely but atleast I know that I am lovable and capable to fully love, trust and accept someone...someday...if and when:)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd say I'm grateful for the house, the car, the food on the table but...well...we all are and those are so small to me at this time. The house for one thing...has to get sold. It has sucked me dry this year. The car...well...that is a sore reminder of a past mistake and still costs me each month...and more than it should. The food...it is essential. And I am grateful that each day I can make a meal for myself and my children and pray to God for the gratitude of nourishment to our bodies. (ok...maybe a little too much since I've pack on a few extra pounds lately and am cruelly reminded of how easy it is to put on and how stinking hard it is to get off...at 39! LOL)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, maybe this is what I was suppose to do this morning. Vent! Vent to all of you who read this blog. The crossroads? I have to find a full-time job at this point and simplify my life. I do love my business but I can do that on evenings and weekends. So...should anyone know of something...I am OPEN. There I have said it! Now let the doors of opportunity fly open and expel possibility all over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you dear friends!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;xoxoxoxo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jennifer&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-3310718780910823544?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3310718780910823544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-againits-been-long-time.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3310718780910823544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3310718780910823544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/07/hello-againits-been-long-time.html' title='Hello again...it&apos;s been a long time...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8492162273206201944</id><published>2010-01-25T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T12:57:04.372-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>Tomorrow is my 39th birthday. It is a day of celebration with those closest to me. I find myself reflecting today about my gifts and how grateful and blessed I am. I celebrate having yesterday, today and tomorrow in this body and mind. I celebrate how each day has defined me for the woman I am. I celebrate myself with my two children who have blessed me to be a mom and take on "mom's taxi mini van" with pride. I celebrate with family as I see and define it - my niece who has come to live with me and allow me to share my wisdom with her. I celebrate gifts of openness, compassion, encouragement, joy, happiness, patience, inspiration, kindness, letting go, sharing and more. But most importantly I celebrate LOVE. Love of another in a way that I was unable to love before. The love of a man that I now know how to accept love in return from. I celebrate this year with a heart that is so full that it is bursting with love. So many holes in my heart have been filled by him and two young boys. I celebrate how fortunate we all are that I have had the past experiences that I had and can now truly open my heart unconditionally to love and be the woman, mother, mentor, friend that I was meant to always be.&lt;br /&gt;As Valentine's Day comes soon, consider who and how you will show your love to the ones you love the most. This is the year to find your sappiness and express your love in every way possible. You may be surprised what gifts you will get in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-8492162273206201944?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8492162273206201944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/01/gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8492162273206201944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8492162273206201944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2010/01/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-195958502317531543</id><published>2009-12-01T21:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T21:39:48.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting...</title><content type='html'>Tis’ the time of year for waiting. Waiting in lines, waiting for Christmas, waiting for Santa…waiting. Waiting is so very hard to do. Sometimes you can wait an hour, a day, a month, a year or even a lifetime. It stinks to wait. Patience helps us wait, but there is only so much of that we each have. It is faith that keeps us waiting patiently. Faith that something good is about to happen. Faith that you’ll get through the line with no problems. Faith that you’ll get the gift that you’ve been waiting all year or forever for. Faith that "all good things come to those who wait."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tis' the season for waiting…I’m waiting for something wonderful to come my way. Wrapped with a big red bow! A gift that has been in my dreams for a very long time. I can feel the anticipation, the excitement of something wonderful coming soon. So many prayers have been answered this year…why not a big one, too! I have faith that my waiting is over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you waiting for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jennifer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-195958502317531543?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/195958502317531543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/195958502317531543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/195958502317531543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/12/waiting.html' title='Waiting...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6246177127218126486</id><published>2009-09-08T22:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:07:27.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Alone...</title><content type='html'>It’s amazing to me how you can be around family and/or friends and still feel alone. Even after 17 years of a relationship/marriage there were times during it that I felt alone. However, I have never felt so alone as I have over this past year. Even more alone now than I did during my treatments. At that time I had so many people around me helping and supporting me. I asked for help and I got it. Now I’m rebounding back and feeling more alone than ever. Maybe it’s because I’m not asking for as much help. And maybe it’s a good thing. I don’t know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m so used to having someone to call or text. Someone to talk to about what is happening in my life. But right now I’m sitting alone and it feels weird. There are people that I’d like to call or text but I can’t. They are busy with their lives or work or they are out of my life now and no longer available to me. This is the single life and I’m not sure if I like it. I like being with someone. I like sharing my day to day, my hopes, dreams and fears with someone I care about and who cares about me. I’d like a friend, a lover, a companion, a partner in my life someday. I know it’s time for me to be comfortable alone but it’s not something that I want to do. It’s very hard after so long to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure there is dating and meeting new people. Apparently there are dating rules and I’m not familiar with them. I’m used to relationship and I know what it takes to be in relationship. I’ve learned that. Now I have something new to learn. It is nice to know that there are people out there who are happy to teach me. Sometimes I feel needy because I like to talk so often but that’s me – that’s how I am. I’m trying to adapt to new rules. It sort of stinks because what I want some people feel isn’t where I need to be right now. And who doesn’t hate it when someone else knows what you need better than you…especially when they are right. I now know I need to be alone with myself and ok with it. I sure hope it gets easier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The mixture of emotions comes and goes from day to day still. There are some therapeutic ways of dealing with all of it that I intend to do again and again until the emotions subside and life moves on at a better pace. Apparently, this space in my heart isn’t to be filled by anyone else but me. Time for me…only…and alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-6246177127218126486?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6246177127218126486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-alone.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6246177127218126486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6246177127218126486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/09/feeling-alone.html' title='Feeling Alone...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2796065354798714660</id><published>2009-09-07T17:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T17:33:33.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Chasing a Dream...</title><content type='html'>&lt;meta equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;meta name="ProgId" content="Word.Document"&gt;&lt;meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;meta name="Originator" content="Microsoft Word 11"&gt;&lt;link rel="File-List" href="file:///C:%5CDOCUME%7E1%5CTOSHIB%7E1%5CLOCALS%7E1%5CTemp%5Cmsohtml1%5C01%5Cclip_filelist.xml"&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:worddocument&gt;   &lt;w:view&gt;Normal&lt;/w:View&gt;   &lt;w:zoom&gt;0&lt;/w:Zoom&gt;   &lt;w:punctuationkerning/&gt;   &lt;w:validateagainstschemas/&gt;   &lt;w:saveifxmlinvalid&gt;false&lt;/w:SaveIfXMLInvalid&gt;   &lt;w:ignoremixedcontent&gt;false&lt;/w:IgnoreMixedContent&gt;   &lt;w:alwaysshowplaceholdertext&gt;false&lt;/w:AlwaysShowPlaceholderText&gt;   &lt;w:compatibility&gt;    &lt;w:breakwrappedtables/&gt;    &lt;w:snaptogridincell/&gt;    &lt;w:wraptextwithpunct/&gt;    &lt;w:useasianbreakrules/&gt;    &lt;w:dontgrowautofit/&gt;   &lt;/w:Compatibility&gt;   &lt;w:browserlevel&gt;MicrosoftInternetExplorer4&lt;/w:BrowserLevel&gt;  &lt;/w:WordDocument&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;&lt;xml&gt;  &lt;w:latentstyles deflockedstate="false" latentstylecount="156"&gt;  &lt;/w:LatentStyles&gt; &lt;/xml&gt;&lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;style&gt; &lt;!--  /* Style Definitions */  p.MsoNormal, li.MsoNormal, div.MsoNormal 	{mso-style-parent:""; 	margin:0in; 	margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:12.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-fareast-font-family:"Times New Roman";} @page Section1 	{size:8.5in 11.0in; 	margin:1.0in 1.25in 1.0in 1.25in; 	mso-header-margin:.5in; 	mso-footer-margin:.5in; 	mso-paper-source:0;} div.Section1 	{page:Section1;} --&gt; &lt;/style&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 10]&gt; &lt;style&gt;  /* Style Definitions */  table.MsoNormalTable 	{mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; 	mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; 	mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; 	mso-style-noshow:yes; 	mso-style-parent:""; 	mso-padding-alt:0in 5.4pt 0in 5.4pt; 	mso-para-margin:0in; 	mso-para-margin-bottom:.0001pt; 	mso-pagination:widow-orphan; 	font-size:10.0pt; 	font-family:"Times New Roman"; 	mso-ansi-language:#0400; 	mso-fareast-language:#0400; 	mso-bidi-language:#0400;} &lt;/style&gt; &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sometimes in life we are unsure of our purpose. Do you know your purpose? I mean “really” know your purpose. For some women it’s being a mother and a wife, spreading joy and nurturing to their family, your job may feel like your purpose but if it just feels like a job than it’s probably not your purpose. Some women can go day to day and not feel a pull towards their purpose. They can feel content in the life they have chosen. Not I. I’ve known for many years that I have a bigger purpose in my life. I just wasn’t sure what it was…until now. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s a combination of things that I believe in, feel strongly about and can change or make a difference in another’s life. It’s something that I am passionate about. Something that is simple but I love and feel that others can benefit from. It’s a gift that I can share.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am a designer, a dreamer at heart. I love my children and feel that they can be inspired each and every day to follow their dreams. It’s when we are children that we have the biggest dreams for ourselves. It’s when we are children that we are told that we are not good enough and told that we should forget our dreams. Why? We can be what we dream to be. We can find the Prince Charming that we dreamed about as a little girl. If you are patient it will all come. The problem is that most of us are not patient.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Since we are not patient we tend to make hasty choices and decisions. We decide we aren’t good enough to do what we dreamed of doing and do something else. Maybe something that our parents think we should do. We decide that this man is the best we can get or that we can change him to be our Prince Charming. So this is it. But if we were patient and understand that all good things come in time then maybe all those choices were a part of a learning process. Decisions that we can grow from and learn more about ourselves and our true purpose. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Life is a journey. Do what you are passionate about. Make a difference in other’s lives. Be a leader in your life and let your children see how brave and courageous you really are. Don’t let anyone stop you from dreaming but most of all don’t let yourself stop you from making you dream into a reality. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;I recently took a test to find out what my strengths are. I wasn’t surprised at all by the results. They say a lot about me. See for yourself:&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your Top Strength&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Spirituality, sense of purpose, and faith&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have strong and coherent beliefs about the higher purpose and meaning of the universe. You know where you fit in the larger scheme. Your beliefs shape your actions and are a source of comfort to you.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your Second Strength&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Gratitude&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aware of the good things that happen to you, and you never take them for granted. Your friends and family members know that you are a grateful person because you always take the time to express your thanks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your Third Strength&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Hope, optimism, and future-mindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You expect the best in the future, and you work to achieve it. You believe that the future is something that you can control.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your Fourth Strength&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Capacity to love and be loved&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You value close relations with others, in particular those in which sharing and caring are reciprocated. The people to whom you feel most close are the same people who feel most close to you.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Your Fifth Strength&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Forgiveness and mercy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You forgive those who have done you wrong. You always give people a second chance. Your guiding principle is mercy and not revenge.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#6&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Creativity, ingenuity, and originality&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking of new ways to do things is a crucial part of who you are. You are never content with doing something the conventional way if a better way is possible.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#7&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Honesty, authenticity, and genuineness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an honest person, not only by speaking the truth but by living your life in a genuine and authentic way. You are down to earth and without pretense; you are a "real" person.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#8&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fairness, equity, and justice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treating all people fairly is one of your abiding principles. You do not let your personal feelings bias your decisions about other people. You give everyone a chance.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#9&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kindness and generosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are kind and generous to others, and you are never too busy to do a favor. You enjoy doing good deeds for others, even if you do not know them well.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#10&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Modesty and humility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You do not seek the spotlight, preferring to let your accomplishments speak for themselves. You do not regard yourself as special, and others recognize and value your modesty.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#11&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bravery and valor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a courageous person who does not shrink from threat, challenge, difficulty, or pain. You speak up for what is right even if there is opposition. You act on your convictions.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#12&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Citizenship, teamwork, and loyalty&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel as a member of a group. You are a loyal and dedicated teammate, you always do your share, and you work hard for the success of your group.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#13&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Appreciation of beauty and excellence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You notice and appreciate beauty, excellence, and/or skilled performance in all domains of life, from nature to art to mathematics to science to everyday experience.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#14&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Leadership&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You excel at the tasks of leadership: encouraging a group to get things done and preserving harmony within the group by making everyone feel included. You do a good job organizing activities and seeing that they happen.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#15&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Love of learning&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love learning new things, whether in a class or on your own. You have always loved school, reading, and museums-anywhere and everywhere there is an opportunity to learn.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#16&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zest, enthusiasm, and energy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless of what you do, you approach it with excitement and energy. You never do anything halfway or halfheartedly. For you, life is an adventure.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#17&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Industry, diligence, and perseverance&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You work hard to finish what you start. No matter the project, you "get it out the door" in timely fashion. You do not get distracted when you work, and you take satisfaction in completing tasks.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#18&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Perspective (wisdom)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although you may not think of yourself as wise, your friends hold this view of you. They value your perspective on matters and turn to you for advice. You have a way of looking at the world that makes sense to others and to yourself.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#19&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Humor and playfulness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like to laugh and tease. Bringing smiles to other people is important to you. You try to see the light side of all situations.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#20&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social intelligence&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are aware of the motives and feelings of other people. You know what to do to fit in to different social situations, and you know what to do to put others at ease.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#21&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Curiosity and interest in the world&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are curious about everything. You are always asking questions, and you find all subjects and topics fascinating. You like exploration and discovery.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#22&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Judgment, critical thinking, and open-mindedness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking things through and examining them from all sides are important aspects of who you are. You do not jump to conclusions, and you rely only on solid evidence to make your decisions. You are able to change your mind.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#23&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Caution, prudence, and discretion&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are a careful person, and your choices are consistently prudent ones. You do not say or do things that you might later regret.&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;Strength#24&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Self-control and self-regulation&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You self-consciously regulate what you feel and what you do. You are a disciplined person. You are in control of your appetites and your emotions, not vice versa.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2796065354798714660?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2796065354798714660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-dream.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2796065354798714660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2796065354798714660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/09/chasing-dream.html' title='Chasing a Dream...'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7808709830969182672</id><published>2009-09-01T10:35:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T10:40:41.067-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Next?</title><content type='html'>Sometimes in life you can find yourself standing there wondering where are you going, what are you doing, how are you going to get there. I feel myself at this point. After 2 months of taking it easy after chemo and radiation, my children have now started back to school and summer feels like it is almost over. My energy level and memory is improving but certainly not to the level that I’d like it to be. So what next with my life? I have felt a little out of balance lately and made personal goals to get this in check. My summer was a “boat” load of fun, but now it is time to focus on how I am going to take care of myself and my children from here on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m a dreamer, a visual person. I have big plans for my solo life...lofty goals and high aspirations. I know I can do it. I have all the right people in place to help me get to where I want to be…where I dream to be. Life is worth the risk! The risk is worth the rewards! I have a second chance at my dreams coming true. I’m happy to realize this now instead of 20 yrs from now. I know anything is possible. I’ve learned that you can not depend on others to make you happy, to do the things you ask of them nor make your dreams come true. It is up to you and no one else. Along the way you can seek guidance but in the end it is only you who can make the biggest difference in your own life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is a journey. I’ve hit some bumps along the way. There have been some road blocks and mountains to go over but it’s worth the ride. On this day, ask yourself if you have lived your dream. What if tomorrow life changed drastically for you...are you happy where you are, where you are going? What change can you make today to reach your goals?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is worth enjoying every minute, everyday. Worry about nothing, pray about everything. Open your heart to love and see what happens. Open yourself to change and see what opportunity comes about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessings,&lt;br /&gt;Jennifer&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7808709830969182672?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7808709830969182672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-next.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7808709830969182672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7808709830969182672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/09/what-next.html' title='What Next?'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5000700739691322324</id><published>2009-08-11T02:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-11T02:43:13.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Live, Love, Laugh!!!</title><content type='html'>It’s been 7 weeks since my final radiation treatment. I’ve taken the time to get some much needed rest. Spent quality time with my children and friends and time to discover new people in my life. This summer’s goal for me has been to “Live, Love and Laugh”. Something that I haven’t done for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to me to “Live”?&lt;br /&gt;To live is to feel alive. Not just breathing and waking every morning but really alive. To know the feeling of contentment. To be able to sit back and look around you and feel full of life. To watch children play and laugh, to listen to a bird chirp and take a moment to thank God for new life. To feel the wind blow against my face while on the back of a motorcycle and feel the free to what life has to offer. And to realize that life is going to be good and smile just believing it. This is what living feels like to me. How about you? Are you really alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to me to “Love”?&lt;br /&gt;Love has always been different for me personally. My love has become more unconditional and when I give it – I give all of it. I made a conscious choice years ago to open my hear and to love everyone regardless of differences. Love my family, love my friends, love my clients, love people. Now when it comes to a more meaningful love – my love goes much deeper. It’s a love that is accepting, forgiving, trusting, giving, passionate and more to another level. It’s a love where I give all of my heart away. This love comes from deep within my heart and soul. What does love mean to you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What does it mean to me to “Laugh”?&lt;br /&gt;“Laughter is the best medicine” rings so true to me. I haven’t laughed in a long time. I find myself laughing more and more each day and even though it takes my breath away because of the treatments and being short of breath it still feels so good to laugh again. Laughing at life, at thoughts, at others and at myself is helping me feel alive again. When was the last time you really laughed?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-5000700739691322324?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5000700739691322324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-love-laugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5000700739691322324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5000700739691322324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/08/live-love-laugh.html' title='Live, Love, Laugh!!!'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7035385392055861036</id><published>2009-06-19T11:08:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-19T11:13:04.669-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stepping Over</title><content type='html'>There comes a point in your life where you simply MUST draw a line in the sand and step over to the other side. I have said from the beginning of this journey that when I was done with Cancer Treatments there would be a line in the sand that I will be stepping over. I WILL NOT look back at the past any longer. I WILL NOT listen to the past being brought up anymore. This story is over. There will be a new book to focus on. A book about new beginnings, new life and new possibilities from now on. There are many blank pages to fill. I have learned about how quickly life can pass you by. That you shouldn’t waste a minute on regrets and holding onto old thoughts that bring you down. Life is about living and living it to your fullest. Life is about loving yourself and surrounding yourself with good people that will hold you up during difficult times. It’s about knowing you are strong enough to get through the worse situations and come out on the other side a better person. Life is precious and should be cared for by each and every one of us. By the grace of God I have passed over this part of my life with more strength than I could imagine I ever had. Thank you to all of my wonderful friends and family that have seen me through. Should any of you need anything - reach out to me and know I am there for you, too.&lt;br /&gt;Many Blessings to all of you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7035385392055861036?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7035385392055861036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/06/stepping-over.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7035385392055861036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7035385392055861036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/06/stepping-over.html' title='Stepping Over'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5506090497520377162</id><published>2009-06-01T08:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T08:59:09.388-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forever Changed</title><content type='html'>Many people face a life change at some point in their lives. Never would you think you would face all of a life change at one single point in your life. By now it is no secret that my marriage of 12 years is over. Cancer treatment is almost over. Life as I knew it is over. The person I knew I was is no longer the same. The man I loved is no longer the same. The family I once had is no longer the same. So how do you handle so much change at one single time in your life? One-day-at-a-time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During the earlier months of my cancer treatments, I was growing spiritually and connecting myself to be closer to God. This is all a part of a cancer journey. I was very in touch with who I was. A cancer diagnosis is enough of a challenge to face with change happening inside of you. I was very trusting, forgiving, loving unconditionally, giving, kind, patient, compassionate and strong. I learned about love - it does not boast, it does not envy, it always endures. I grew into that person a few years ago through learning what love is. I had become her to get through other challenging times. Don’t get me wrong, there were moments where the old would rear its ugly head, but for the most part I was all of that to the ones I loved. I opened my heart and my door.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who do you become when all those ways of being get trampled on by two people you trusted? Unfortunately, you become someone else. You become sad, hurt, angry and bitter. You can’t be the person you were because that person was taken advantage of at the most vulnerable time in her life. You have to wear that other person as a mask everyday but inside it’s different. Inside your heart is hardened and your walls are built. Many people tell me that time will heal these wounds. How much time – I don’t know? I will need to find the new person that I will be out of this. I can still be loving, giving, kind, patient, compassionate and very strong. Trusting and forgiving are not possible. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of every life changing event we can learn something. I believe that is the point to life. What have I learned from this experience? Never allow your man to have close female friends. It is not normal no matter what he says. Put your foot down or put him out the door. Because if YOU were important enough he would WANT to change for you. Also, if you ever heard the saying that a bird doesn’t leave its nest until it has another to go to – there is truth to that as well. One more that I recently heard - the grass is only greener where you water it. Hopefully he remembers to water his new grass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers and support for me and my children at this time. We are so very grateful to see how God has worked in protecting us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-5506090497520377162?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5506090497520377162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-changed.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5506090497520377162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5506090497520377162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/06/forever-changed.html' title='Forever Changed'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-8556722902108106851</id><published>2009-05-20T07:50:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-20T08:18:25.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What shoe are you?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/ShPut6oyAzI/AAAAAAAAADc/CrqSSGpqELE/s1600-h/0520090716-00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 216px; height: 288px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/ShPut6oyAzI/AAAAAAAAADc/CrqSSGpqELE/s320/0520090716-00.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337872455965999922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you had to compare yourself to a shoe – what shoe would you be? I heard someone describe their husband as a well worn loafer recently and it got me thinking. What shoe am I? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would describe myself as a well worn sandal. I love sandals. They are comfortable and with a little heal they make your feet look pretty. My sandals are strappy and simple. I like ones that I’ve worn for a long time. However, the heels are a little worn out. They have scratches on them. They have dirt stuck on the bottom and may look as if they have been chewed on by a dog. One would think to buy a new pair and I have, but it was the exact same pair because I liked them so much. They were comfortable – what can I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember the expression “put yourself in my shoes” or “walk a mile in someone else’s shoes and you’ll really know where they are coming from”? Is it really possible to put yourself in someone else’s shoes or walk a mile in their shoes to know who they are, what they are feeling, where they are coming from? You might get an inkling of what they are feeling but you will never get the fullest extent of who they are and what they are experiencing – good or bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time to get a new pair of shoes…&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-8556722902108106851?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/8556722902108106851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-shoe-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8556722902108106851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/8556722902108106851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-shoe-are-you.html' title='What shoe are you?'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/ShPut6oyAzI/AAAAAAAAADc/CrqSSGpqELE/s72-c/0520090716-00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-484244058887937812</id><published>2009-05-13T21:54:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T09:38:31.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs</title><content type='html'>I was told recently that I haven’t been seeing signs. Funny enough, I have. However, for quite sometime I was blind to some signs that were in my face. Maybe you can call it denial, but they were there and I see them all very clearly now. Call it God, the Universe or Divine Intervention – whatever. I believe everything happens for a reason. It may be difficult to see when you are going through life changes but I believe God places people/signs/inner voice into our lives to guide us on our path.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years, I have had moments where the little voice said “let --- go” but I chose to ignore it, hang on and fix. There was a moment that I was awoken out of bed at an ungodly hour by something bigger than myself in order to stop something from happening. To me that was a sign that this was meant to be. There were signs and stomach knotting that told me that certain people were not good, but I chose to ignore it. There were changed behaviors and things that should've clued me in. There were scrabble words that came up that should’ve warned me of deceit with someone. There was again that gut feeling and a conversation that should not have been ignored. Sometimes, we shut off to the signs that are right there in front of us. The ones we don’t want to see. The ones we deny. The ones that will hurt us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there are other signs…like praying for help with something and the next thing you know someone is there or affirming your desire and a door opening with possibility. Needing help with insurance claims and someone out of the blue asking you if you need help with something like that. A doctor that you don’t normally see just happens to see you and also had the same disease. They are all signs – signs of a greater Power at work in our lives. Now we just need to not ignore the signs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New Link:&lt;br /&gt;http://ezinearticles.com/?How-to-Know-If-Your-Spouse-Has-a-New-Partner---Here-is-the-Shocking-Proof-You-Must-Know-Now!&amp;id=2339151&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-484244058887937812?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/484244058887937812/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/484244058887937812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/484244058887937812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/signs.html' title='Signs'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1989246654244581751</id><published>2009-05-02T08:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-02T08:14:09.887-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cancer-Free</title><content type='html'>It has now been 6 months since I found out that I had cancer - Hodgkin’s Lymphoma to be exact. Early on I talked to many friends for words of wisdom, but one resonated to me more than I expected. She was very frank with me. She told me that I should thank Jesus for cancer and that I will be cleaning out all the garbage from my life and starting new. It wasn’t what I wanted to hear back then, but she was so right. I have a huge pile of garbage – one big piece in general - that I’ve cleaned out. I’m still not sure where to put it all – a dumpster would be nice. I do thank Jesus for cancer. This has given me a chance to know who people really are and who I really am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My oncologist also told me I am cancer-free. He has no idea just how “cancer-free” I am. One final chemo treatment and some radiation to go, then new life begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;“Trust is like a vase...once it's broken, though you can fix it the vase will never be same again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New links:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.survivinginfidelity.com/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.livestrong.com/article/14652-building-trust/&lt;br /&gt;http://www.gotcancer.org/store/cafe_store.php?catid=225&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-1989246654244581751?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1989246654244581751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancer-free.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1989246654244581751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1989246654244581751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/05/cancer-free.html' title='Cancer-Free'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2184609416661793686</id><published>2009-04-24T09:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T09:51:00.462-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Space</title><content type='html'>For years now I have been helping many people create beautiful spaces. I’ve been fixing their problems and helping them decorate their homes to reflect their style. Never would I have guessed that I’d be creating a beautiful space for myself. I’m not talking about my home, I’m talking about my mind and my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey has taken me to new levels. I continue to grow. When my husband and I met we were so young. In our early twenties. I had no idea who I really was at the time nor what love really was. I had an interesting upbringing that created me. My life has been so blessed to know the man of my dreams. He is a deeply, profound person, very insightful. He tried to teach me things over the years that I did not appreciate. That I could not understand. I understand now why God brought him into my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My heart and mind are creating a new space. This takes a little bit of time. It won’t be perfect but it is beautiful. It is somewhere on a soft, sandy, white beach. I am with the ones that I love so deeply. We are walking hand in hand. We stop to play in the water and laugh. There are shells along the edge that we pick up. Each shell looks so different yet they are all clustered together. Some have soft edges, some are rough. The years in the ocean have changed them but they are still beautiful. Now the shells are picked up by our hands and put into a bucket to go home. They will be washed clean and set somewhere. My children and I may make something out of them. Something new. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each day is a new adventure, a new beginning. Seize it and make it yours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2184609416661793686?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2184609416661793686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-space.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2184609416661793686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2184609416661793686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/beautiful-space.html' title='A Beautiful Space'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7720955238845681624</id><published>2009-04-22T15:11:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-22T15:13:57.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken</title><content type='html'>In stressful times, we find ourselves doing and saying crazy things. We find ourselves grasping for anything that might fix something or someone we love. It’s just what we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When something of value breaks you try to fix it. Anything is fixable. You may have to use more than your own hands to fix it and it may take extra glue and time for the glue to dry for it to work again. It’s not going to work just like it did before it broke. And you may need to pay money to have someone help fix it. But if it’s valued enough you will do anything you can to fix it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don’t think that just because something is broken it can’t be fixed with effort. Glue, band aids and tape may not work very well. They can hold it together for awhile but it can still leak. When that happens you don’t have to throw it away completely – especially when it’s something of value. You can put it on a shelf for safe keeping and take it out once in awhile and look at it and remember what it meant to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And who knows, maybe when you are out one day you may find something just like it. Then you can take it home and play with it, use it again. Never throw away something that you value so much just because it’s broken. There might just be another use for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Part of being sane is being a little bit crazy." - Janet Long&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7720955238845681624?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7720955238845681624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7720955238845681624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7720955238845681624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/broken.html' title='Broken'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-188032964336850525</id><published>2009-04-02T09:43:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T13:36:53.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Step 1: Looking in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SdTBT9MoKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/ko2N00yBsWY/s1600-h/chemoJen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SdTBT9MoKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/ko2N00yBsWY/s320/chemoJen.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320089608420600306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I looked in the bathroom mirror after my shower. I’ve looked at her before. I’ve looked at her everyday. But today was different. I noticed more of her. I looked beyond the dark circles around her eyes, the thinning hair, the disappearing eyebrows and eyelashes, the now permanent creases on her face from 38 years of living and 5 months of chemotherapy. She is beautiful – and I told her so today. She is amazing and full of life and possibility. She has learned a lot but has more to yet learn. She doesn’t need to hide anymore. She doesn’t need to wear a mask over who she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She deserves to be healthy. She deserves to take care of herself and put herself first. She deserves someone to love her for who she is and not who she was. She deserves to be heard and accepted of her opinions. She deserves to have everything life has to offer. She deserves to love herself and to be loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She is no longer that little girl missing her mommy. She is no longer that young teen taking physical and verbal abuse from young boys because of how she looks. She is no longer that young woman who doesn't know what love feels like because true love wasn't received while still young. She is letting go of all the hurt, sorrow, disappointment and pain that has been carried around for 38 years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today feels like spring...the perfect time to plant new seeds in my mind and see how they grow - to see how “she” grows. It is the perfect day to tell everyone that you love them but most importantly to tell yourself that you love YOU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;“Love is the highest form of acceptance, and judgment is the hard rejection of that acceptance.”&lt;/span&gt; – from the book Unattended Sorrow by Steven Levine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-188032964336850525?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/188032964336850525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-1-looking-in-mirror.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/188032964336850525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/188032964336850525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/step-1-looking-in-mirror.html' title='Step 1: Looking in the Mirror'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SdTBT9MoKfI/AAAAAAAAADU/ko2N00yBsWY/s72-c/chemoJen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-89429529096757906</id><published>2009-04-01T08:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-01T08:24:43.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for Healing</title><content type='html'>My doctor informed me that my treatments are going very well. I am healing. Now, if only, I can heal my heart and my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been using this time to reflect and get in touch with my true self. The funny thing is, I have been trying to do this for so many years. In a way, this crisis has been an odd blessing, it has given me the chance to really get to know myself. To let go of the old and the idea that you have to look and act a certain way to be loved or to love yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always considered myself to be a strong, independent woman. Those who know me would certainly agree. But deep inside there was a little girl who just wanted to be taken care of. She just wanted her mommy to hold her and tell her everything will be ok. She mourned the death of her mother once again – for a final time. She has been mourning the death of forever love. Now this strong, independent little girl is learning to love herself, forgive herself and move on by herself should she have to. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank everyone who has been following my blog and continue to do so. I have not responded to your comments because I simply wasn’t ready to. I’m still not quite ready to, but I can only say thank you. My faith has wavered these few months and it still wavers today. However, from each one of you who loves me regardless of what you know or don’t know about me – you are a blessing and a knowing gift from God in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is still a lot of work to be done within me. With time my wounds will heal.&lt;br /&gt;Many blessings...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-89429529096757906?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/89429529096757906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-healing.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/89429529096757906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/89429529096757906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/04/time-for-healing.html' title='Time for Healing'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7948630482046390594</id><published>2009-03-25T15:43:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T15:44:39.454-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing Faith</title><content type='html'>What is faith anyway? Why do people say “have faith”? I’ve tried having faith and it hasn’t gotten me anywhere. I’ve prayed and it hasn’t gotten me what I prayed for. All it has gotten me is a big mess and more than I can handle. Don’t you just love the phrase “God won’t give you more than you can handle?” Well, He has. And if He thinks He’s doing it because He loves me – I have to question that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been through some crap in my life, but now I’m so far stuck in crap that I can’t even dig my way out. I’m just stuck in it. Stuck facing all the choices, decisions, actions and words that I’ve done over the years. I can’t take anything back. I can’t change what I have done to myself and to people I love. I’ve tried changing myself and finding faith to believe in - only to find myself at a crossroad in life wondering why. Why me? Why all of this at one time? Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7948630482046390594?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7948630482046390594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-faith.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7948630482046390594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7948630482046390594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/losing-faith.html' title='Losing Faith'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-832261338983174455</id><published>2009-03-19T11:20:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T11:27:55.691-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>This week has been an emotional one. I have a lot of forgiveness to do someday. But today I was able to give someone else my true forgiveness. Someone that I love dearly and allowed differences to get in the way of a great friendship. It feels good to open my heart and see what comes in. It especially feels good to know how much someone really loves you - when you need it the most. It feels good to know that there is someone who will drop anything and come from miles away if I need them to. It feels good for a moment to not feel alone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-832261338983174455?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/832261338983174455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiveness.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/832261338983174455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/832261338983174455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-161939700337028514</id><published>2009-03-18T07:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-18T07:55:30.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Climb Lyrics by Miley Cyrus</title><content type='html'>I can almost see it &lt;br /&gt;That dream I'm dreamin, but &lt;br /&gt;There's a voice inside my head sayin &lt;br /&gt;You'll never reach it &lt;br /&gt;Every step I'm taking &lt;br /&gt;Every move I make feels &lt;br /&gt;Lost with no direction &lt;br /&gt;My faith is shaking &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I, I gotta keep tryin &lt;br /&gt;Gotta keep my head held high &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain &lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move &lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle &lt;br /&gt;That sometimes I'm gonna have to lose &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about whats waitin on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Its the climb &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The struggles I'm facin &lt;br /&gt;The chances I'm takin &lt;br /&gt;Sometimes might knock me down, but &lt;br /&gt;No, I'm not breaking &lt;br /&gt;I may not know it &lt;br /&gt;But these are the moments that &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna remember most yeah &lt;br /&gt;Just gotta keep going &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I, I got to be strong &lt;br /&gt;Just keep pushing on, cause&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain &lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move &lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle &lt;br /&gt;That sometimes I'm gonna have to lose &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Its the climb &lt;br /&gt;Yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's always gonna be another mountain &lt;br /&gt;I'm always gonna wanna make it move &lt;br /&gt;Always gonna be an uphill battle &lt;br /&gt;That sometimes I'm gonna have to lose &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about how fast I get there &lt;br /&gt;Ain't about what's waitin on the other side &lt;br /&gt;Its the climb &lt;br /&gt;Yeah yeah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep on movin &lt;br /&gt;Keep climbin &lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith, baby &lt;br /&gt;Its all about, its all about the climb &lt;br /&gt;Keep the faith &lt;br /&gt;Keep your faith &lt;br /&gt;Whoa, whoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(...thank you for the inspiration Miley. Even if you are only 17...)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-161939700337028514?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/161939700337028514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/climb-lyrics-by-miley-cyrus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/161939700337028514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/161939700337028514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/climb-lyrics-by-miley-cyrus.html' title='The Climb Lyrics by Miley Cyrus'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6700429164485448867</id><published>2009-03-17T09:24:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T09:34:33.104-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Life</title><content type='html'>Inside of me a part of myself is dying. I feel like a flower withering in the cold. Winter is coming to a close and spring is coming soon. I'm not sure who or how I'll be when this is over. Somedays I wish I could fast forward to just get a glimpse. "Patience" is whispered in my ear.&lt;br /&gt;New life may take on a new meaning this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-6700429164485448867?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6700429164485448867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6700429164485448867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6700429164485448867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/new-life.html' title='New Life'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2506688091789795337</id><published>2009-03-05T13:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T13:15:47.174-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Simple Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SbAWQKHMoaI/AAAAAAAAADM/3RESvm2zzWo/s1600-h/Simplify.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SbAWQKHMoaI/AAAAAAAAADM/3RESvm2zzWo/s320/Simplify.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309768427518075298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am as guilty as many other women. I was driven by wanting. Wanting a bigger house, nicer car and clothing - better things. This was how I was raised. I came from a middle class, NJ family. I was the youngest and only girl so I got it all. One pout and my daddy got me what I wanted. I remember crying over needing an outfit for my Barbie doll and daddy took me to the store to pick something out. Maybe he was doing it out of guilt that my mother died when I was young or this was his only way of showing his love to me. Anyhow, my husband was left to clean up this mess. He grew up as an only child. His parents didn’t have much so when he got something new – it was more than likely used from a yard sale. It’s funny how much we are defined by our upbringing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before getting sick, I spent the previous year or so simplifying my life. Or so I thought I was. Now I am faced with real simplifying – getting down to what really matters – the basics of life. It is an emotional realization. A part of you knows what you have to let go of yet the other part wants to keep holding on. It was easy to call the cable company and cut back to basic cable. It’s not so easy to call the broker and cash in the IRA’s that you thought you’d have when you retired. Once I make the call to shut off the phone number to my business line - then I know it is real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it gets down to survival then it’s getting a simpler life weather you want it or not. I asked God to help me a year ago to define a simpler life. Above is what I came up with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s been hanging by my desk for quite some time now. I have worked on all of these areas of my life. Or so I thought. Oprah has dedicated entire weeks and episodes to this subject. Many people are feeling it right now. Maybe you are one of them. It doesn’t matter how much YOU want to simplify – your EGO still gets in the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have hidden behind the stuff for way too long. When everything is striped away – what’s left is what really matters - my family, my friends, my health. Now that is simple.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2506688091789795337?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2506688091789795337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-life.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2506688091789795337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2506688091789795337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/03/simple-life.html' title='A Simple Life'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SbAWQKHMoaI/AAAAAAAAADM/3RESvm2zzWo/s72-c/Simplify.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-3679464589588478961</id><published>2009-02-24T10:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:47:18.081-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Go</title><content type='html'>I have blogged before about letting go, but this time I want to talk about letting go in a bigger way. Big as in - did you ever have dreams for your life? Dreams of what you’ll be when you grow up? Of where you’ll live? How you’ll live? Who you’ll marry and what your kids will be like? We all have and not achieving some of these dreams is the reason so many people go through depression, mid life crisis and/or divorce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’ve had time to reflect upon my own dreams lately. Time to think about letting go of some of my own dreams. We are in unstable, financial times as it is and the addition of a health crisis on top of it doesn’t make it any better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Four years ago, I had the opportunity to start my own decorating business. I dreamed of this happening. I had a passion for decorating and I was good at it. It was an exciting time and scary, too. I had dreams of making enough money to support my family so my husband didn’t have to work so hard. I worked my butt off to make my dream happen. One year into it I started to develop some health problems. I was putting myself under a lot of pressure to succeed. I was very driven. As well as there were so many aspects to this type of business that I wasn’t aware of and learned along the way. Each year I expected more income and instead I got more debt. Then each year I changed something that wasn’t working for me with the hope that my business would change. It hasn’t yet. It may be time to let go. Of course, I admit this but I am still unable to fully let go. This is my passion – my dream. After this health crisis works itself out and I can work again full-time – it may be time to work for someone else. I may need to give myself to another business and in turn receive a guaranteed paycheck to better support my family. I can always keep my decorating business on the side. The reality is – I can not live my dream full-time. In these unsure times one of us should bring home a regular paycheck and benefits. And that someone will have to be me – if there is an employer out there who will have me. Family comes first - dreams second.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is one dream – poof – gone. Of course, letting go of that dream means letting go of other dreams too. With the dream of better income came the dream for better things. Material things. I dreamed of a bigger, beautifully decorated home. Everyday, I help people with big homes make them more beautiful. I wanted what they had. I was tired of living in a small, cramped home. Now I realize that bigger isn’t always better. It’s not what you have that makes you happy. Happiness comes from within. We can live in this little house and still have everything because we have each other – our family. We have love and closeness – and that is what matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dreams are good to have. They are well worth following. I’ll let you know if there are better things that follow when you let go of dreams - soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-3679464589588478961?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/3679464589588478961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/letting-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3679464589588478961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/3679464589588478961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/letting-go.html' title='Letting Go'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-5107898416719361609</id><published>2009-02-24T10:22:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T10:25:36.739-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fundraiser</title><content type='html'>Jen’s Church Family is hosting a Mary Kay &lt;br /&gt;and Premier Designs Jewelry Fundraiser Open House on &lt;br /&gt;Friday March 6th &lt;br /&gt;From 7:00 to 9:00 pm&lt;br /&gt;At Asbury United Methodist Church&lt;br /&gt;340 East Market Street York, Pa.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you can come and support Jen and her Family. &lt;br /&gt;A percentage of your total order will be given to them.  &lt;br /&gt;For questions please call Kathy Rizzuto at &lt;br /&gt;717-600-1796 or email at rizzutokathy@hotmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-5107898416719361609?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/5107898416719361609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/fundraiser.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5107898416719361609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/5107898416719361609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/fundraiser.html' title='Fundraiser'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2149310589136782976</id><published>2009-02-19T11:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T11:08:11.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you for visiting....</title><content type='html'>York Daily Record Story Link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.inyork.com/ci_11732916?source=most_viewed&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2149310589136782976?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2149310589136782976/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-for-visiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2149310589136782976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2149310589136782976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/thank-you-for-visiting.html' title='Thank you for visiting....'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-7977257384350806143</id><published>2009-02-14T14:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-15T11:41:26.279-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's ok to rest</title><content type='html'>I have been blessed today with time to rest my body, but my mind is unable to rest with questions that I need to share. I had the honor of a friend taking me to my last chemo treatment - someone that I considered an acquaintance before my diagnosis. I can now honestly say that most all of the women that have been an acquaintance in my life have now become “friends” due to the overwhelming love, support and giving to me and my family during this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, what keeps me from napping right now is the burning question of “if cancer happened to my husband would the attention and support be the same or different from his friends?” My guess is that his friends certainly wouldn’t be bringing dinners or offering to take our kids on a regular basis. My guess is their wives would be given the duty and they would certainly do it, too. I say this because I’ve noticed that it is not just me that is a “doer” but every woman that I meet is the same way. This has it’s pros and cons of course. I believe if you have a balance it is ok to be a doer. It’s in every woman’s nature. But you also have to be able to stop and care for your own needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my occupation I have been in many homes and helped many women (and men) make their homes more comfortable. I’ve seen empty spaces that could be used as “getaway space” go unused. I’ve seen huge master bathrooms with soaking tubs that look so inviting. When I ask if my client uses it the answer is usually no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bring this subject up again because of another conversation with a friend who happens to be a doer, too. We acknowledge that we are like this and there are two things that can be done about it. One being we can acknowledge and accept it and not change it. Two being we can acknowledge it and change it. When faced with the notion of change we tend to get stuck. Why is change so hard? Change doesn’t have to be huge. Change can simply be walking away from the dishes in the sink or the floor that needs to be swept and retreat to our bedroom to read a book or just lay down for a half hour. If your home is anything like mine, there is usually a time period that the kids are content with the tv and my husband is on his laptop in another room. I take this time to go lay down (something I never did before) or read. Of course, expect an interruption at some point from the kids. Why? Because they are used to mom doing something for them when they need it. In my house, they will walk right past dad and come upstairs to me to ask for a drink when dad was in the kitchen. After a few weeks of retraining they are getting there. What’s scarier is that I found myself attempting to get up and go down and get the drink until my loving husband stepped in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I share about this because rest and allowing others to help has been difficult for me and I understand why now. When I was first diagnosed, every person I talked to immediately asked “what could they do to help us.” I had no idea. At that time I was physically fine and able to do for myself. I was actually preparing myself for not needing help and still doing it all just to keep things “normal” in my home. It wasn’t until about two weeks ago that the effects of the chemo and my continual pushing to keep a normal pace took a turn for the need of more help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Asking and accepting help is hard for most of us because we are the person that does for others. We are prideful to say the least and I am finding out that I am no different than anyone else. I have certainly been learning my lessons. God has a funny way of making us learn it regardless. I have never been one to ask for much help. And if I did I expected it to be done as I would do it. I’d look over my husbands shoulder to see if he’s folding the clothes like me or washing the dishes like me. I have had to “let go” of a lot of things lately. I have had to accept that if I can’t do them they will get done and it will be fine. And it has been. The dishes are clean, the laundry is getting done and put away. My house is getting as clean as it can be and sometimes I just have to turn away and remind myself that whatever it is I will get to that when I’m feeling better. It’s ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, on this Valentine’s Day, I remind my women friends and all the other women who read this (I love you all just as God loves you) to acknowledge who you are and if you can be happier changing one thing. What would that be? Can you make it a part of your life? Will it make you a happier, healthier woman/mom? If so, it’s worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I can rest my body and my mind.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-7977257384350806143?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/7977257384350806143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-ok-to-rest.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7977257384350806143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/7977257384350806143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/its-ok-to-rest.html' title='It&apos;s ok to rest'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-9063077109773317085</id><published>2009-02-04T15:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T15:03:23.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Health REALLY Does Matter!!</title><content type='html'>I can’t speak any louder about this subject now more than ever. A friend and I were having lunch this past week and discussing (not gossiping) about how many mom’s we have come across who are not taking very good care of themselves. I’ve learned the hard way that ‘Mom’s Health Does Matter.’ Mother’s care for everyone else, yet seldom do they care enough for themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know there are mom’s out there who do take very good care of themselves and I’m not talking to you. I am talking to the mom’s who are trying to do it all. The mom with a business of her own, a career or a job. The mom with two or more children and a spouse with a full time job. I’m especially talking to the single mom who really has to do it all by no other choice. We run ourselves into the ground. We find ourselves taking care of everyone first and ourselves last. We ignore the fatigue or are told by our doctors that we do too much and just need to slow down. (If only we could!) I’ll tell you a story of someone I know well and maybe it will hit home…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jane came from a family broken by a mother who took her own life at a young age. Her older brothers and father went astray after her mother’s sudden death. Jane was only 9 at the time and found she was more or less on her own now. As Jane grew up she got into some trouble but managed to get her life together – so it looked like. She married a wonderful man at age 26 after 5 years of really getting to know each other. They had their first child at 28 – a very, happy and healthy little girl. She was the twinkle in their eyes! As their little girl grew, Jane and her husband Bill considered having another child. Their first was such a joy, so why not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two years later, they tried for child number two. First they had the misfortune of a miscarriage – which proved challenging for Jane. She became persistent to conceive again and three months later, they did. It was only two months into the pregnancy that Jane found herself grieving a sudden death of a very close friend. The shock and trauma of such an event during a pregnancy sent Jane into a state of depression. She didn’t know how to handle being pregnant and being sad. This combination caused a pregnancy that was stressful on Jane’s body as well as a stressful delivery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When their second child was being delivered, Jane just made it to the hospital. Their son, came out within minutes of getting there and he was furious about entering the world. He was bruised and stiffened for days after delivery as well as mom was tired and sore from the delivery. Even still, they were sent home healthy enough to leave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the first weeks home, Jane knew this second child was much different than the first. He wasn’t happy, he cried all the time and his “spitting up” turned into projectile vomit by 7 wks old. After much insisting that something was seriously wrong, Jane &amp; Bill had an ultrasound done with their son and found he had a blockage in his stomach and had to have emergency surgery to correct it. The doctors assured them that their child will be fine and after this surgery he’d be a happier child. Well, he was fine, but he was not happier. Their son was simply colic after that and colic for the whole first year or more. It is a blur to them now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They walked and talked to each other during that time, but did not really communicate. Their marriage was straining, but no one was doing anything about it. Jane cared for the children without really caring for herself. There were notes of forgetting conversations but dismissing it as no big thing or sleep deprivation. It’s been five years since the second child was born. Three years ago Jane noticed more things about herself that concerned her. It began with not just forgetting things but forgetting where she was going while driving. Feeling itchy all over, hot during the night, moodiness, foggy brain and unable to concentrate. She knew something wasn’t right. After many blood tests and visits to the doctors, it was presumed that she had a thyroid problem. She took the doctors advice and started taking Synthroid to fix it. However, she never felt right and was always still tired and foggy headed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three years later, she was diagnosed with Hodgkins Lymphoma, a blood cancer. Yup, you guessed it…Jane is me. Many of the symptoms are similar and who knows if I really do have a thyroid problem or not. We’ll wait and tackle that later. But I ignored many things over the years about myself. I went to doctors but no one was able to find anything wrong. I should’ve learned to be more of an advocate for my own health after the issues with my son’s early health scare but I didn’t. I just went on feeling not myself and doing my work and taking care of my family and stressing out about money and how we’re going to pay the bills and our future and everything else….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When really, how much control do we really have over this stuff anyway? As I lay here typing my memories with a body filled with chemo and achy beyond achy and fatigued beyond fatigue…I wonder how did I get here? I see my path in the past. I only know that my future path will be different. I’ve had to “let go” of a lot of things, ideals and pride. I am blessed to be cared for and I know things have a way of working out. It’s not going to be easy at all but I have seen it happen so far and I know everything will be fine in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I have to take a stand for all of the mom’s out there who are putting themselves last. I beg of you to put yourself first. When you need to rest – rest. When you need to pamper yourself – pamper yourself. When you need to read a book – go read a book. Change now before you realize it’s too late. I can tell you from experience – it’s simply not worth the price and it could happen to you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love all of you! Every woman, every mom, every grandmother. Take care of yourself first and everything else will fall into place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-9063077109773317085?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/9063077109773317085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/moms-health-really-does-matter.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/9063077109773317085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/9063077109773317085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/02/moms-health-really-does-matter.html' title='Mom&apos;s Health REALLY Does Matter!!'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2544345401929276195</id><published>2009-01-28T16:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T16:58:42.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Month Doctor Update</title><content type='html'>This week was fun-packed with blood tests, a CAT scan, a doctor's appointment and in two days another chemo treatment. I thought I'd take a moment to update about the progress reported from my doctor today. The tumor's have reduced by half of what they were two months ago. This is a very good thing. It means the chemo treatments are working and another scan will be done in two months for more progress reporting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for my side effects and physical state from all of this...it's getting worse with every treatment. Unusual to other people, I tend to get nausea and ultra tired the week before a treatment instead of just after. If I could sleep or stay in bed all day - I would. The kiddos keep me going as any mom would have to. My lower back is aching more so this week than before as well. Tylenol with codine is now my new friend. The doctor seems to believe this may have a lot to do with the womanly monthly cycle and the chemo treatments together. Uhhh - wish "somedays" I was a man:)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To date: I'm going on the 5th chemo treatment this Friday and 7 more to go. Almost to the half way point! Thank you to everyone who is following this blog, have offered help and prayers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the side bar for more offers for products that you can purchase and have a percentage go towards our families needs. There are great products including Mary Kay, Silpada jewelry, Filing Systems and more to come. Check back weekly for more offers. Valentine's Day is coming up soon! Don't forget to buy yourself something pretty, ladies - YOU DESERVE IT! And men, YOUR LADY DESERVES IT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2544345401929276195?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2544345401929276195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-month-doctor-update.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2544345401929276195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2544345401929276195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/two-month-doctor-update.html' title='Two Month Doctor Update'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1754884346566434813</id><published>2009-01-20T18:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T19:36:00.547-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Start from the First Blog and Work Your Way UP!</title><content type='html'>There seems to be more and more to share. Unfortunately, I'm exhausted from painting the past two days so I'm going to make this a quickie. To make any sense of this, you may want to start from the first blog and work your way up.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My devoted husband, Bob, is also self employed. He has an Advertising/Graphic Design Agency that has been established for 14 years. As his wife, I can't say enough about the work that he does. His talent is amazing! Supporting us can also mean supporting his business. Visit his website www.whutta.com and connect with him about any advertising/design work your business may need.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards to my murals, I've had a few questions about them. One of the slideshows to the right of this blog shows a variety of murals and wall designs that I have done. Designing a mural starts with the size of the wall to be covered. Generally, pricing is estimated by the square footage and depends on the design. A mural can be designed in a "simple to paint" style, printed on transparency and projected onto a wall to trace. Any experienced painter could follow the lines and color codes. Another option is having a mural designed and printed onto custom wallpaper that can be hung by any experienced paper hanger.&lt;br /&gt;Email me a picture of your room with the wall in question and I can come up with a creative idea for it. Just email me at jen@jforddesigns.com with a description, pictures and what you'd like to achieve for the room.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-1754884346566434813?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1754884346566434813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-from-first-blog-and-work-your-way.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1754884346566434813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1754884346566434813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/start-from-first-blog-and-work-your-way.html' title='Start from the First Blog and Work Your Way UP!'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-1246046306100517704</id><published>2009-01-17T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T07:37:31.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hats of Hope</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SXMhspUn4KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nvJGndRzN34/s1600-h/HatOfHopePic2_lores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 221px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SXMhspUn4KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nvJGndRzN34/s320/HatOfHopePic2_lores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292611037980778658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SXIP-ue8FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bsWyCnzbGLE/s1600-h/HatOfHopePic_lores.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SXIP-ue8FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/bsWyCnzbGLE/s320/HatOfHopePic_lores.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292310082417858258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Order a Hat of Hope!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They make a great gift for yourself or a friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color: Black &amp;amp; Light Pink Fun Fur Yarn with Light Pink Ribbon&lt;br /&gt;One Size fits Most&lt;br /&gt;Scarf available as a set&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adult Hat Only: $26.50 w/tax&lt;br /&gt;Adult Hat &amp;amp; Scarf Set: $42.40 w/tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Child Hat Only: $21.20 w/tax&lt;br /&gt;Child Hat &amp;amp; Scarf Set: $31.80 w/tax&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;$5 Shipping &amp;amp; Handling charge outside York, PA&lt;br /&gt;In York, PA - free delivery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payment options - Paypal, cash or check&lt;br /&gt;Please allow 3 weeks for delivery as these are handmade. Thank you for your order.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-1246046306100517704?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/1246046306100517704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/hats-of-hope.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1246046306100517704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/1246046306100517704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/hats-of-hope.html' title='Hats of Hope'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Bz1ErS38210/SXMhspUn4KI/AAAAAAAAAAU/nvJGndRzN34/s72-c/HatOfHopePic2_lores.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-2639713964876128394</id><published>2009-01-14T08:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T09:43:22.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Can Help</title><content type='html'>It is hard to ask for help and so many people have offered. I often wonder why I shy away from accepting or just telling someone what they can do. I think it is just pride getting in the way. This platform offers me an easier way to communicate our needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be having chemo treatments until early May 2009. They are scheduled every two weeks. Check my calendar to the right of this page for the next month of scheduling. I could use offers to drive and pick me up from my treatments since I feel very groggy afterwards. They are being scheduled for Fridays and usually take about 3 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other ways to be helpful:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Saturdays after my chemo, I need to rest. My children have a lot of energy and could use playdate offers together or separately. Chloe is 9 and Carson is 5. They may be shy at first but generally play well with others. They also love going to the movies and have a list of ones they'd like to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meals are currently being provided around my chemo days by my church family. I have not asked for any other days since I am feeling well enough to make dinner most of the time. However, a surprise drop off is always welcome even if it can be frozen to save time and trips to the grocery store.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a hard worker which has posed a challenge for me to rest. I do have days that I am well enough to work, but I am pacing myself. I have worked hard for over 3 years to get my interior decorating business off the ground. I am available to consult on a home, do design plans, design/order custom window treatments and light decorative painting. If you are in or around York, PA I'd be happy to make an appointment to see your home. Please email me at jen@jforddesigns.com to discuss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of my passions has been creating wall designs and murals. If this is something you'd like to do in your home I can come up with designs and you can have them painted by someone else or we can discuss ways to have them made as wallpaper or adhesives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, to the right there is a link to donate. I resisted this offer but it is available for anyone who is able to help us at this time. A part of me wants to explain all the financial woos that go along with a cancer diagnosis but most people have a good idea what could be involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family thanks you from the bottom of our hearts! So many have helped us get this far and will see us to the end as well and we thank all of you. It is a humbling time. Prayers are always welcomed as well. I know they have been strong for us and we have found God working in our lives. Thank you everyone for caring.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-2639713964876128394?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/2639713964876128394/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-you-can-help.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2639713964876128394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/2639713964876128394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/how-you-can-help.html' title='How You Can Help'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5241257140971737987.post-6835737884157150345</id><published>2009-01-13T16:38:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-14T08:26:38.893-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='chemotherapy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hodgkins Lymphoma'/><title type='text'>The Diagnosis - The Day The Bomb Dropped</title><content type='html'>The day you hear the words, "you have cancer" is a day you will never forget. This is never in your plans. This is what you never want or ask for. Especially at 37 years old, running a family with two young children, just getting your own business off the ground floor, and busy with life. For anyone who has been diagnosed with any type of cancer, the emotions, thoughts, fears and roller coaster ride are not ones you DO NOT want to be on. But you are here...now what...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On November 5, 2008, two days after having a swollen lymph node removed, I received the phone call with the final diagnosis - Hodgkins Lymphoma, a blood cancer. At this point I knew what my possibilities were after too much googling. I didn't want cancer, but if it was going to be any cancer this one had a lot of hope with treatment and remission. Many people came out of the woodwork. I already knew two people who had this type of cancer - so I had someone to talk to. After having a chance to digest this diagnosis I talked to anyone who could shed light on what to expect from chemo treatment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One month later after many tests, meeting my new doctor and "temporary best friend" - my oncologist and confirming stage 2 of Hodgkins, I started my first chemo on December 4, 2008. I cannot describe the anxious feeling that sweeps through you when facing the unknown. I heard so many stories about other people and how their bodies handled chemo. Most stories were not very encouraging to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am...preparing for my 4th chemo treatment this Friday. My body is handling it well with some side effects and my mind is doing better. Now I am working on my spirit. I am a faithful Christian woman. I have overcome a lot of things in my life and have turned to God for help and strength and turned away as well. "What doesn't kill us makes us stronger." "God doesn't give us more than we can handle." Sometimes these sayings are hard to hear, but right now they are keeping me going and I am turning to God for answers and reasons. I know I will get through this and be a stronger person in the end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When faced with difficult times, and we are all having them today with the economy, explaining to young children about cancer and not being able to do some of the enjoyable things we like to do can be hard. I have been raising my children in a church environment where they can learn and understand more about God and Jesus and what it means to be a Christian person. At age 9, my daughter Chloe has a lot of questions. The biggest question being "why would God do this to you Mommy?" (I answered that one very well. My pastor would be proud.) At age 5, my son Carson was sure I was going to die or if he kissed me he'd get cancer, too. My husband has taken the financial burdens on since I am only working my business part-time. "When one person in a family has cancer - everyone has cancer." This is so true. It has changed our current lives and our future. We take each day one-at-a-time and pray that all will be well in the end.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5241257140971737987-6835737884157150345?l=jforddesigns.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/feeds/6835737884157150345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/diagnosis-day-bomb-dropped.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6835737884157150345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5241257140971737987/posts/default/6835737884157150345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jforddesigns.blogspot.com/2009/01/diagnosis-day-bomb-dropped.html' title='The Diagnosis - The Day The Bomb Dropped'/><author><name>Jennifer Ford</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01367746148598176087</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2pBTmOB3WYg/TcXaVuR2JeI/AAAAAAAAAK0/LzwZ3n8nUf0/s220/Jennifer_lores_web.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
