<?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-5602387544799545572</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:11:25.464-08:00</updated><category term='Dora the Spinach Speaking Explorer'/><category term='Hallway of a hospital'/><category term='love letter'/><category term='Beauty of being'/><category term='This is not your home'/><category term='Healing words'/><category term='Sound of Music'/><category term='Plane Jane'/><category term='Perfecting imperfection'/><category term='Unfailing Love'/><category term='Are you married? Read this'/><category term='Weatherbeaten Beauty'/><category term='Bees Knees'/><category term='The girl with the lost earring'/><category term='Voices in my head'/><category term='Einstein in Afrikaans'/><category term='Change will do you good'/><category term='Privilege of position'/><category term='Banner of Beauty'/><category term='Look to the sky'/><category term='The Big Birthday Bash'/><category term='You are beautiful'/><category term='Show house is a breeze (NOT)'/><category term='Fabulously French'/><category term='The Toothless Tooth Fairy takes a taxi'/><category term='I want the Money Honey'/><category term='His beautiful bride'/><category term='Words from the world of a four year old'/><category term='perfect peace'/><category term='What Descartes didn&apos;t know'/><category term='Life as a soldier'/><category term='Celebrating shouts important'/><category term='Beginning&apos;s End'/><category term='you are a gift'/><category term='Devotion is about going the distance'/><category term='2009 Beauty of life'/><category term='she takes His breath away'/><category term='Sea Sand Sun'/><category term='True prince'/><category term='In His presence there is joy'/><category term='Bold in our faith'/><category term='Fruityness in a fragrance'/><category term='Motherhood is a full time post- a watchpost'/><category term='Hidden Heart'/><category term='Disappearing Act'/><category term='Adventure addict'/><category term='Uitenhage'/><category term='Beautiful Gift'/><category term='The wedding date'/><category term='your husband is a gift to you'/><category term='Living with purity'/><category term='Waiting for the Rain'/><category term='Trials and tribulations'/><category term='Centurion'/><category term='&quot;Doing&quot; Church with kids'/><category term='Meditation'/><category term='As she pours herself another cup of coffee'/><category term='Money Matters'/><category term='Regret Nothing'/><category term='Suepermom'/><category term='Power of prayer'/><category term='Death on my doorstep'/><category term='Autumn'/><category term='The Waiting Room'/><category term='Sex secrets husbands wish their wives knew'/><category term='Heart and Home Surgery'/><category term='Run baby run'/><category term='Beauty in a heartbeat'/><category term='The King of Glory'/><category term='A new day dawning'/><category term='Loo-king about'/><category term='If Abba was mamma'/><category term='Faith followed through'/><category term='Beauty and the best'/><category term='Humiliation Hurts'/><category term='Sweeties and Pearls'/><category term='Run honey run'/><category term='Freedom writers'/><category term='A Cinderalla Story'/><category term='My itsy bitsy bikini'/><category term='Glowing Red'/><category term='Muscle a la mode'/><category term='Live off the edge'/><category term='A portrait of a car guard'/><category term='Women Warriors are wise'/><category term='Youth leaders hike'/><category term='Unforgiven'/><category term='Sky&apos;s the limit'/><category term='Some bunny loves me'/><category term='Crowning consistance'/><title type='text'>[Mom]ents</title><subtitle type='html'>[mom]entous musings. a makeshift manuscript for mommies.making the most of motherhood!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>103</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5822072219380697070</id><published>2011-11-05T03:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-12T06:21:28.760-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Regret Nothing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulously French'/><title type='text'>Regret Nothing</title><summary type='text'>I continued with French class at university but apart from the basics, I cannot speak the language at all (what a waste).

I had a somewhat different experience at varsity that made for good conversation during lunch time: my French professor was not from France but he was a brilliant teacher. 

He must’ve been about sixty (or close to it) with white grey hair and a bald patch. He grew the bottom</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5822072219380697070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5822072219380697070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/11/regret-nothing.html' title='Regret Nothing'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Sk8pnDnTcuk/TrUV8qvYuXI/AAAAAAAAA0U/aovqUDAKToE/s72-c/bonjour.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-197399313062799917</id><published>2011-11-01T12:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T09:15:04.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fabulously French'/><title type='text'>Fabulously French</title><summary type='text'>I took French as an extra subject in grade 10 and 11 and since the school I attended did not have enough interest in the subject to employ a teacher, I had to go for private tutoring.
It became the subject I enjoyed the most. Here’s why:
My teacher was a real French lady. She and her husband, a renowned South African artist, spent many years living in France. She firmly believed that to learn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/197399313062799917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/197399313062799917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/11/fabulously-french.html' title='Fabulously French'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nugY_56pmFU/Trq0ySmrlVI/AAAAAAAAA1M/Mr8vhFxuCwY/s72-c/Ltheron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2822131530425361450</id><published>2011-10-30T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-30T10:41:51.335-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You are beautiful</title><summary type='text'>This was a previous post... but I decided to re-post it. With a few words so much is said.
Son 2:14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.

God writing to His church. To you... you are his beautiful one

Son 2:10 My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2822131530425361450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2822131530425361450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/10/you-are-beautiful.html' title='You are beautiful'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7100754802890083151</id><published>2011-10-16T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:22:08.348-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweeties and Pearls'/><title type='text'>Sweeties and Pearls</title><summary type='text'>Here's some more of the things I've been busy with during my months of absence from blogger wwworld :)
On the 7th of May this year, we hosted a ladies' breakfast with the theme Sweeties and Pearls. 
It was a wonderful morning and I hope to share more soon. We truly "tasted and saw that God was/is/always will be GOOD!" Pearls of wisdom stuff! Yum!

Jesus- the precious pearl. Nothing compares to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7100754802890083151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7100754802890083151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/10/sweeties-and-pearls.html' title='Sweeties and Pearls'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1p8XwZFWjCc/TpsnpVvM6VI/AAAAAAAAAvc/i-b_JeI9Y0g/s72-c/sp9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-148647339358664586</id><published>2011-10-10T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T03:10:33.839-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Show house is a breeze (NOT)'/><title type='text'>Setting up Show House is a Breeze (NOT)</title><summary type='text'>Since we're on the topic of "Winds of change", I thought it apt to tell you a bit about our plan to sell our house... yes, our house is in the market since we would like to move closer to our new family at Highway Church and to the community in Centurion that we so desperately want to reach with the good news of the gospel!
So… Sunday  (yesterday) was show time!
I don’t know how they sell houses </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/148647339358664586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/148647339358664586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/10/setting-up-show-house-is-breeze-not.html' title='Setting up Show House is a Breeze (NOT)'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-JMcPypx4MZc/TpM6QTH6nLI/AAAAAAAAAuc/5-B2zU3ahY0/s72-c/DSCN0458.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-724623526084174594</id><published>2011-10-05T01:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T12:09:44.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='&quot;Doing&quot; Church with kids'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humiliation Hurts'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Centurion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Glowing Red'/><title type='text'>Glowing Red</title><summary type='text'>If you've been wondering why I've been absent for (quite) a few months... here's a glimpse ;)
It was during winter that we were asked to take the reigns of a church in Centurion  and to co-lead together with two other pastoral couples. 
A sudden change. 
Like cold wind blowing unexpectantly into a warm house. 
The wind was cold and surprised me at first but it was a welcoming fresh breath of air </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/724623526084174594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/724623526084174594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/10/filling-in-gaps-with-hint-of-red.html' title='Glowing Red'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s0m20n7MZQE/TowR7Zv1TCI/AAAAAAAAAt4/SnROWOPBuGY/s72-c/photos+mid+2011+137.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4323437431431036063</id><published>2011-10-02T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-02T05:42:06.112-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hidden Heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Change will do you good'/><title type='text'>A Change Will Do You Good</title><summary type='text'>Some idiot (I apologise profusely if it was you) came up with the quote that “a change is as good as a holiday”. Whatever.

There are few things in life more disconcerting and somewhat frustrating than the uncertainty that accompanies change. And uncertainty most certainly invites his friends, anxiety and insecurity, to the misery party hosted by Mister E. Future. 

Unless, of course, the door is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4323437431431036063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4323437431431036063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/10/change-will-do-you-good.html' title='A Change Will Do You Good'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-a1wRL1_6u4w/TohbvnSJ5SI/AAAAAAAAAtk/BmskLxbHmAg/s72-c/heart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7805904431257657767</id><published>2011-10-01T03:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T03:23:04.669-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love letter'/><title type='text'>Love letter</title><summary type='text'>I have been absent for a while... but that's because my life is a book for others to read. More than the articles here, our lives count... much much more

Our lives are love letters handwritten by Christ. May God continue to write His words in our hearts and through our lives. Some letters are written boldly and dramatic; others poetic and eloquent. May Christ be the content- the most important </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7805904431257657767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7805904431257657767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2011/10/love-letter.html' title='Love letter'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-NroXVTkDNPM/Tobp7KiT3PI/AAAAAAAAAtY/TM_eYYTb4pk/s72-c/postcard.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5403084877129198995</id><published>2010-11-12T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-09-30T01:56:56.014-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Autumn'/><title type='text'>Autumn</title><summary type='text'>I climb the steps of the pier and walk the old gravel road. I long for those July nights, when the fireflies kept us dancing in bottle-capped pursuit. But summer days too cannot be jarred up in a bottle, and here I find myself again – kicking leaves that were far too beautiful to fall.
Every crunch beneath my shoes is a painful reminder of the inevitable. Winter, that grumpy old bear, would soon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5403084877129198995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5403084877129198995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/11/autumn.html' title='Autumn'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3345932665375329297</id><published>2010-09-05T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-05T12:59:39.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I want the Money Honey'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Money Matters'/><title type='text'>I want the Money, Honey</title><summary type='text'>“The best things in life are free, but you can give them to the birds and bees I want your money” The best things in life are NOT free… the best things take work; dedication to obtain. It demands choices to be made that, quite frankly, make money the easier commodity to come by. Let’s take reputation for example… or a great marriage or obedient children or…..

The Word is clear that there are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3345932665375329297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3345932665375329297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/09/i-want-money-honey.html' title='I want the Money, Honey'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4147428671798460857</id><published>2010-07-15T06:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:18:00.904-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Waiting for the Rain'/><title type='text'>Waiting for the Rain</title><summary type='text'>A (recently pregnant with her third *hooray*) close friend of mine wrote this beautiful piece.....
I was exercising, running on the  treadmill, looking through the window. I saw a tree without any leaves,  so familiar, it’s bare, standing as the cold winter wind blows against  it…. my soul relates to this picture, but Hope speaks: “it will  have leaves again, it is rooted deep. Seasons change.”
</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4147428671798460857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4147428671798460857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/07/waiting-for-rain.html' title='Waiting for the Rain'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/TD8P0lh1JnI/AAAAAAAAAn8/vCP9SxaZJCg/s72-c/article-waiting-for-the-rain-mariette-waterston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2400279375875224648</id><published>2010-04-10T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T07:18:49.589-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beginning&apos;s End'/><title type='text'>A Beginning's End</title><summary type='text'>After helping out at a church in Uitenhage- a small town in South Africa- for the past three months, we are heading back home (to Pretoria, SA)... another past beginning's end.... and at the start of something new as we will soon be moving to Edmonton- a slightly larger town in Canada.

Small town living for three months was fun for sure and I am going to miss those lazy days spent with family </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2400279375875224648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2400279375875224648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/04/beginnings-end.html' title='A Beginning&apos;s End'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S8CtwCyVhpI/AAAAAAAAAns/qj3j8xJuvdQ/s72-c/jan+2010_pretty+050.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7209066683039338989</id><published>2010-04-06T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T11:17:37.761-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dora the Spinach Speaking Explorer'/><title type='text'>Dora the Spinach Speaking Explorer</title><summary type='text'>My daughter loves exploring. She loves anything travel related- sightseeing, driving... different languages. 

Dora the spanish explorer is likewise one of her favourite tv programs.

And so, the other day:  "Gracias"..."Mom, I can also speak in Spinach!"

(check out globe toddlers for real cool places to visit with kids)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7209066683039338989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7209066683039338989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/04/dora-spinach-speaking-explorer.html' title='Dora the Spinach Speaking Explorer'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8914477567341866364</id><published>2010-04-04T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T09:54:11.733-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Some bunny loves me'/><title type='text'>So, you think Some Bunny LOVES you</title><summary type='text'>"Out there, somewhere, underneath the stars, someone's thinking of me and loving me tonight"
Somebody loves me. Maybe. Some bunny loves me. depends...

"Depends on what?" you may ask. Well, it depends on how many easter eggs you ate. 
Sure thing, this time round I had just about no easter eggs. Nada. Nothin. Uno. Our kids are all a bit sick so we decided to stay away from the bunny man (in South </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8914477567341866364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8914477567341866364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-you-think-some-bunny-loves-you.html' title='So, you think Some Bunny LOVES you'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S7jAdmPk81I/AAAAAAAAAm0/eEhC-w1oBR0/s72-c/Bunny+wordart3.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1174508045757710001</id><published>2010-03-28T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-04T10:01:54.949-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Live off the edge'/><title type='text'>Live off the edge</title><summary type='text'>To all adrenaline junkies who likes life on the edge, try this. 
Warning: XTREME endurance required. Must be XTREMEly Fit.Do not attempt if clausterphobic. XTREMEly Xpensive
Cross Country TryItOn


2 days, 3 continents...
-Xtremely limited cabin space caused by small seats and toddlers on your lap renderring your entire body immovable requires xtreme endurance.
-Xtreme fitness levels needed to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1174508045757710001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1174508045757710001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/live-off-edge.html' title='Live off the edge'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4021567243842411168</id><published>2010-03-23T04:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T05:10:02.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chanel No 5</title><summary type='text'> The scent of a woman...I have this picture of my girl friends- each one is likened to a bottle of perfume with its own scent and own design. Precious, you-nique and expensive.I have seen and learnt things from these ladies that i will take with me wherever i go: i can splash on a bit of chanel no 5 for a grand evening. I can spray some anais for days i feel sad and down. I can dab on a bit of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4021567243842411168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4021567243842411168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/chanel-no-5.html' title='Chanel No 5'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S6iuDYhFc0I/AAAAAAAAAeI/417hI0arbHA/s72-c/perfumebottles.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6198780781276433395</id><published>2010-03-19T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T07:49:01.211-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Words from the world of a four year old'/><title type='text'>Words from the world of a four year old</title><summary type='text'>Recently my daughter have realised that she speaks two languages. So whenever she talks to someone she asks us whether the person speaks English or Afrikaans (native language in South Africa).Getting the hang of it she boldly exclaimed in the car two days ago "Daddy, when I laugh, I am speaking in English!"Food for thought: laughter; smile transcends borders limited by language; culture......we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6198780781276433395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6198780781276433395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/words-from-world-of-four-year-old.html' title='Words from the world of a four year old'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S6omGKQdJkI/AAAAAAAAAfA/oHhiLE4CuFM/s72-c/arwen+and+Jana_mar2010' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8441242172975061286</id><published>2010-03-16T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T23:57:27.045-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A portrait of a car guard'/><title type='text'>A portrait of a retired car guard</title><summary type='text'>We went downtown today to get my phone fixed. Long story (absent-minded mom…drooling toddlers…). It required us going to a rather shaky part of town, to a dodgy and shabby little shop that does phone unlocking. While my husband went inside, I waited in the car, feeding Dillan, our three-month-old baby boy.A woman wearing a plastic apron came walking by. “Shucks”, too late to close the car window!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8441242172975061286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8441242172975061286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/portrait-of-retired-car-guard.html' title='A portrait of a retired car guard'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S6B8s2anTZI/AAAAAAAAAd4/Ktmc7OKbj6Q/s72-c/12838878.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4193618538892260532</id><published>2010-03-15T10:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-24T08:27:27.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Toothless Tooth Fairy takes a taxi'/><title type='text'>And the Tooth fairy takes a Taxi</title><summary type='text'>She stood on the corner of melville and boon, a big momma with wrinkles around her tired eyes. Squinting against the sun as she waits for the local taxi to take her back to the township- a place littered with box like houses made from corrugated iron.She seemed hot and bothered. Tired. Overworked and late for starting supper back home where she keeps her handicapped daughter, the boyfriend, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4193618538892260532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4193618538892260532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/teeth-fairy.html' title='And the Tooth fairy takes a Taxi'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S6oulFQ3YiI/AAAAAAAAAfY/swqFnAjZajU/s72-c/taxi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2830120779827379659</id><published>2010-03-15T09:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T09:40:01.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What is your life?For you are a mist that appears for a little time and then vanishes...James 4:14</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2830120779827379659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2830120779827379659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/what-is-your-life-for-you-are-mist-that.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7767773366761522307</id><published>2010-03-13T05:17:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-13T05:24:24.761-08:00</updated><title type='text'>That Darn D...</title><summary type='text'>Perhaps a better description for this article would've been The Undone Deed... for that is what discripline is all about. Its all about redemption. About undoing bad behaviour. So many of us struggle with this darn D, and no wonder, its a tough stuff.I am inspired to write about this topic since I've recently listened to teachings on correcting kids by Mark Driscoll- very good by the way. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7767773366761522307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7767773366761522307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/that-darn-d.html' title='That Darn D...'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5371285231236558923</id><published>2010-03-12T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-12T05:35:34.371-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Disappearing Act'/><title type='text'>Disappearing Act</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I wish I could disappearHide me in the cleft of the Rock Draw me nearTo fall in love again  Sometimes I dream of great adventure in distant nationsThen I see the tears of Christ for my neighboursSometimes I think of living like the rich and famousThen laughter makes me realise I have treasure more preciousI long for moreAnd I realise I need to once againSurrenderBowing in the presence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5371285231236558923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5371285231236558923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/disappearing-act.html' title='Disappearing Act'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S5pCsBEqi3I/AAAAAAAAAdQ/baMbTpcGwS0/s72-c/6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2068548340214615613</id><published>2010-03-11T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T11:23:47.391-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sky&apos;s the limit'/><title type='text'>The Sky's the limit!</title><summary type='text'>Every place, regardless, is graced by the same beauty of a sunset...
To see the splendour in where you are- all you need to do is lift your head a little(Photo: First sunset from the church in Uitenhage and the pic below was taken by my friend, Nadia, in Namibia beginning this year. STUNNING!)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2068548340214615613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2068548340214615613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/skys-limit.html' title='The Sky&apos;s the limit!'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S5j1nd7bwyI/AAAAAAAAAa4/RP3qph2JLyQ/s72-c/Mar2010+039.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6151432987124500937</id><published>2010-03-09T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:22:42.924-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Muscle a la mode'/><title type='text'>Muscle a la mode</title><summary type='text'>It’s not every day that a girl gets to hang out with the town’s local muscle mania. This morning I decided to accompany my husband to the gym. He did warn me beforehand that it is not at all like the virgin active back home. I didn’t care much- how bad could it be- a gym is a gym is a gym. It is, matter of fact, a place where you go to get sweaty and smelly. So really, how bad could it be?Virgin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6151432987124500937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6151432987124500937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/03/muscle-la-mode.html' title='Muscle a la mode'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S5aTydahgGI/AAAAAAAAAaw/S7aNyYbz9DI/s72-c/end+nov+dec+jan+2010+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8585639385162801288</id><published>2010-02-25T22:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:15:40.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My itsy bitsy bikini'/><title type='text'>My itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini</title><summary type='text'>  &lt;!--   @page { margin: 2cm }   P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm }  --&gt;  Every woman has a little number hiding somewhere in her dresser. Sassy. Sexy. Sweet. Men have gone lyrical over women's little numbers. It has been celebrated in songs and such. For example: lady in red; itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini; locally in songs such as rooi rok bokkie and so forth. For some women it is the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8585639385162801288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8585639385162801288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-itsy-bitsy-teeny-weeny-yellow-polka.html' title='My itsy bitsy teeny weeny yellow polka dot bikini'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S4dtChkFZCI/AAAAAAAAAac/g-3wj9IrUCU/s72-c/34823490.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-70040988078633137</id><published>2010-02-16T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T04:00:09.031-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Uitenhage'/><title type='text'>Life in Uitenhage</title><summary type='text'>Water restrictions... Arwen and Warren playing with waste water from their bath</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/70040988078633137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/70040988078633137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/02/life-in-uitenhage.html' title='Life in Uitenhage'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S3qIpT8qRlI/AAAAAAAAAZo/Z9Z3z5AlIGs/s72-c/jan+2010+028.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8913192326810897215</id><published>2010-02-16T03:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:16:47.411-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Voices in my head'/><title type='text'>Who's voice are you listening to?</title><summary type='text'>Last Sunday we had a "say it in seven" meeting in the evening (here in Uitenhage- We are helping out at a church) and three men shared for seven minutes on a certain name of God. My husband shared on the name Jehova-Rohi meaning God, our shepherd.As usual, I was in the toddler room with Warren and he happily played with building blocks while I listened to what was being shared (picture is of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8913192326810897215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8913192326810897215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/02/whos-voice-are-you-listening-to.html' title='Who&apos;s voice are you listening to?'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S3qA2ZxA5QI/AAAAAAAAAZY/BUvhlMSdJSA/s72-c/jan+2010_pretty+027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7013536537816020355</id><published>2010-02-08T23:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T23:51:33.992-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hold on tight!</title><summary type='text'>Yes, we are on a journey- it's more like this picture. Having the ride of our lives while Someone else does the steering. All we gotta do is hold on tight and enjoy the ride!  (my  husband pulling our kids at a recent visit to the cutest kids play place situated in Port Elizabeth)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7013536537816020355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7013536537816020355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/02/hold-on-tight.html' title='Hold on tight!'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S3ETo3dmqiI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/TDTpJZBwCgs/s72-c/jan+2010+023.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5873679068339009261</id><published>2010-01-30T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:17:34.000-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sound of Music'/><title type='text'>Climb Every Mountain</title><summary type='text'>The Sound of Music makes climbing mountains seem so romantic...It was after prayer that my husband casually mentioned helping out at a church in Uitenhage for three months... we've just returned from Canada (a holiday not so holiday-ish) to "spy" out the land- on our way there in May, by the way- and I was about to have our third in about three weeks. Plus my husband was, in the next three weeks </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5873679068339009261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5873679068339009261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/01/climb-every-mountain.html' title='Climb Every Mountain'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6596158267227176791</id><published>2010-01-22T06:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-22T06:56:15.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh me gosh! It’s the 22nd already!A belated, HAPPY 2010 to you all!!Besides having had our third baby in December, I’ve been somewhat on an exciting journey the past few months and hope to share some of the lighter moments with you. That is, if I can find some time between feeding toddlers, making bottles, changing diapers, drinking a quick cuppa tea, studying, sleeping… so don’t expect too much </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6596158267227176791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6596158267227176791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/01/oh-me-gosh-its-22nd-already-belated.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3935156482116168965</id><published>2010-01-22T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T03:40:40.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='This is not your home'/><title type='text'>This is not your home. Enjoy the visit.</title><summary type='text'>The room was drab, with a musty smell. Yuk. The bedding stuck to your sweat drenched body like a toffee between your teeth. Yet the view… was worth it. The beach… made the house bearable.I’m sure you’ve had a similar experience: online last minute shopping for that ultimate holiday destination that’s value for money, arriving to be utterly disappointed. True trick photography. But you’ve paid the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3935156482116168965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3935156482116168965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2010/01/this-is-not-your-home-enjoy-visit.html' title='This is not your home. Enjoy the visit.'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S3qDo116JAI/AAAAAAAAAZg/zUd9fnwqip0/s72-c/jan+2010_pretty+016.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6681028291021633006</id><published>2009-08-21T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T03:09:50.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Waiting Room'/><title type='text'>The Waiting Room</title><summary type='text'>This morning was chaos... I had a gynea appointment and decided to take my son with. After a while I gave up picking up the magazines he so proudfully strew on the carpet. I did everything i can think of to keep him subdued, calm, relaxed?!- even surrendered my phone to his juicy gums.It felt like I was waiting for an eternity and the time ticked by way too slowly, but in the end it was worth the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6681028291021633006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6681028291021633006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/08/waiting-room.html' title='The Waiting Room'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/So5x3dA-f0I/AAAAAAAAAZA/vn2DHwuz7-o/s72-c/July_Aug_09+062.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-743943817694375149</id><published>2009-08-18T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:18:31.319-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Betrothed Photoshoot</title><summary type='text'>Here's some more pictures of the photo shoot for the Betrothed Women's Conference...If you are curious as to what its for, you are most welcome to join us: 24th-26th September 2009, more details at www.3ci.co.za </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/743943817694375149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/743943817694375149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/08/betrothed-photoshoot.html' title='Betrothed Photoshoot'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SosLa8ZpHoI/AAAAAAAAAYY/B9DHwl4NNAw/s72-c/July_Aug_09+188.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-43108748174720709</id><published>2009-08-15T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:18:02.869-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallway of a hospital'/><title type='text'>Cold Corridors (continue)</title><summary type='text'>I have come to love this bunch of people brought together by the unlikely events of being stuck in the same ward with sick toddlers. I trust God that not only paths were crossed but also lives were intersected…stopped. I truly pray that somehow, in some manner the seeds sown- the words spoken; the fleeting moments of meeting- will have an everlasting impact. I trust that my security in Christ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/43108748174720709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/43108748174720709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/08/cold-corridors-continue.html' title='Cold Corridors (continue)'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SobIt25MBfI/AAAAAAAAAXw/k1-CV-WdwgA/s72-c/July_Aug_09+147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3851288678606685949</id><published>2009-08-07T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:14:08.085-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallway of a hospital'/><title type='text'>Cold Corridors</title><summary type='text'>In the hallways of the hospital, I have met many visitors and patients coming and going- ordinary people and some not so ordinary, on their way to the last door in life.Completely lost…Desperately grasping in the corridors onto some false sense of security to show them the way…Like the recent divorced mom who is having an office fling since he makes her feel wanted.Like the rich husband who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3851288678606685949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3851288678606685949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/08/cold-corridors.html' title='Cold Corridors'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-9049439727600946230</id><published>2009-08-05T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:13:29.903-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hallway of a hospital'/><title type='text'>In the Hallway of a Hospital</title><summary type='text'> Cold corridors.Empty echoes…-Descriptions of the hallways of a hospital.It reeks of decay, death, sickness and sanitizers. It is a smell most of us associate with gross food, uncomfortable beds, sadistic sisters with a thing for sticking needles (more than once) into veins and hospital clothing that covers barely anything- like your bum.I’ve had the privilege to visit one such hospital this past</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/9049439727600946230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/9049439727600946230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/08/in-hallway-of-hospital.html' title='In the Hallway of a Hospital'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SnqNzuZRfFI/AAAAAAAAAXg/CS_h6s2RTOA/s72-c/OctoberNovember+2008+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2904609024240467703</id><published>2009-07-31T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:12:29.520-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The girl with the lost earring'/><title type='text'>The Girl with the Lost Earring</title><summary type='text'>We all receive gifts at some moment in our lives. We love receiving gifts! But once in a while, we receive something better than just a gift…we receive a little some-part of someone. Like the HP sauce that my close friend bought when we went for dinner at their place, just because she remembered how I enjoyed it at a breakfast we had together.Or like the pretty pearl earrings my brother’s wife </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2904609024240467703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2904609024240467703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/girl-with-lost-earring.html' title='The Girl with the Lost Earring'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SobP1mQQJqI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/IYJH5x6mY-k/s72-c/pearl+earrings2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1374530735014789205</id><published>2009-07-20T10:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:16:07.653-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as a soldier'/><title type='text'>Life as a Soldier</title><summary type='text'>Life is a journey, not a destination…So enjoy the ride!I’m sure you’ve heard this quote before..Why I love it:- You don’t one day “arrive”. Stop wanting and start living! - We all make mistakes, but God is the God of the second chance:Run (to Him), Repent, Retry…. Try and try again- very useful for parenting :)- Don't lag behind because of your past, forgive... trust God.... allow Him to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1374530735014789205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1374530735014789205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/life-as-soldier.html' title='Life as a Soldier'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SmSrGQrpHTI/AAAAAAAAAWY/1TEwrSixOIs/s72-c/2008+555.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-9192410938146019928</id><published>2009-07-15T07:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:16:40.503-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as a soldier'/><title type='text'>Soldiers for life</title><summary type='text'>My brother recently visited us.He is in the royal marines.He told us a bit about war in Afghanistan...Said that if you are on the front operating bases-the base in or on enemy linesIt is no picnic.The ground men have to patrol every dayin unfriendly terrainWhen I asked him why they don't just stay at the baseand shoot from there,he said- that they need to keep enemy at least a km awayonce they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/9192410938146019928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/9192410938146019928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/soldiers-for-life.html' title='Soldiers for life'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SmCk0HEqmzI/AAAAAAAAAVg/VcNZPSvVaW8/s72-c/Mar+Jul+09+049.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8911991751169404105</id><published>2009-07-14T02:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:24:48.027-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unfailing Love'/><title type='text'>Unfailing Love</title><summary type='text'>Ps 143:8 Let the morning bring me word of Your unfailing love, for I have put my trust in you...Ps 143:10 Teach me to do your will for you are my God. May your good Spirit (the Holy Spirit) lead me on solid ground. (italics added)God has given us a way to be reminded of His unfailing love each morning- His Word!God has given us the Holy Spirit to lead us each day, every moment.Lets trust God more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8911991751169404105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8911991751169404105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/unfailing-love.html' title='Unfailing Love'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8788033873800463120</id><published>2009-07-05T04:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:19:30.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kaleidoscope</title><summary type='text'>The recent ladies breakfast was wonderful! … great coffee, fantastic food, beautiful décor and a deep washing of the Word and softening of hearts toward our Beloved.Here are the highlights (if there is such a thing), please note that these are my own notes of the morning. Enjoy!REFLECTING GOD’S BEAUTY</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8788033873800463120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8788033873800463120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/kaleidoscope.html' title='Kaleidoscope'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5595888671197593184</id><published>2009-07-05T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:19:07.003-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perfect peace'/><title type='text'>Perfect Peace</title><summary type='text'>Isa 26:3 You keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on you, because he trusts in you.A circumstance centered person won’t have peace.BUT the woman who center her life around Christ will have lasting peace beyond reasonPhp 4:6 do not be anxious about anything, but in everything by prayer and supplication with thanksgiving let your requests be made known to God.Php 4:7 And the peace of God,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5595888671197593184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5595888671197593184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/perfect-peace.html' title='Perfect Peace'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3637974228278359782</id><published>2009-07-05T04:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:20:35.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Unforgiven'/><title type='text'>The Unforgiven</title><summary type='text'>We all have good intentions (true, right?) but life happens. Our hearts get hurt, exposed and shattered- like a knife jabbed into our inner being. Often those closest to us can really twist that knife in deep… like a husband who had an affair, a child who is ungrateful for all you’ve done, parents who deserted you, a best friend who stole your brilliant idea…Then there is also the little offences</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3637974228278359782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3637974228278359782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/07/unforgiven.html' title='The Unforgiven'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3571347404144105760</id><published>2009-06-24T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:27:47.861-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sex secrets husbands wish their wives knew'/><title type='text'>Sex Secrets Husbands Wish Their Wives Knew</title><summary type='text'>1. The common headache can be cured: your husband may take your 30 year headache a little personally. He battles to understand your lack of interest and interprets it as rejection. Women don’t realise what sexual rejection does to a man. Believe it or not, your husband is, at this point, at his most vulnerable. He risks much when he makes an overture- if you are unable to respond tell him but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3571347404144105760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3571347404144105760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/06/sex-secrets-husbands-wish-their-wives.html' title='Sex Secrets Husbands Wish Their Wives Knew'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SmCldAyFmjI/AAAAAAAAAVo/_hptqYReqOY/s72-c/Mar+Jul+09+017.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1308792529354266219</id><published>2009-06-19T10:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:28:30.826-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Healing words'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“Healing words in a marriage is saying sorry even if it’s not your fault. This brings peace and restores unity.”“Accept one another for who you are, everyone is different.” (Annie, married for 26 years. Anthea's mom. A real sweet lady with a deep love for Jesus.) Study your spouse and know his dislikes… not what the books say but what he says :)Pro 15:1 A soft answer turns away wrath, but a harsh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1308792529354266219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1308792529354266219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/06/healing-words-in-marriage-is-saying.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5163633779639738138</id><published>2009-05-23T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T08:29:08.995-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perfecting imperfection'/><title type='text'>Perfecting Imperfection</title><summary type='text'>"The Lord will perfect that which concerneth me."Psa 138:8"The Psalmist did not say, "I have grace enough to perfect that which concerneth me-my faith is so steady that it will not stagger-my love is so warm that it will never grow cold-my resolution is so firm that nothing can move it; no, his dependence was on the Lord alone. If we indulge in any confidence which is not grounded on the Rock of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5163633779639738138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5163633779639738138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/05/perfecting-imperfection.html' title='Perfecting Imperfection'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3377184868103713478</id><published>2009-05-21T00:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-10T09:24:51.267-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion is about going the distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='your husband is a gift to you'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Are you married? Read this'/><title type='text'>Devotion is about Going the Distance</title><summary type='text'>Okay, so truth #1: You are a gift to your man. (read the previous posting for full detail)

truth #2: Your man is a gift to you...

Your husband was once your knight. Is he now?

Dust off those fainted pictures of wedding matrimony. Take out the old love notes. Dream of devotion. Dream of him. He is yours.

Long to be with him.

Truth is, you only have him in this life… sometimes I am overjoyed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3377184868103713478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3377184868103713478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/05/devotion-is-about-going-distance.html' title='Devotion is about Going the Distance'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8454335250014245714</id><published>2009-05-19T09:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:35:25.424-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Devotion is about going the distance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='you are a gift'/><title type='text'>Women, you are a gift!</title><summary type='text'>Men have biblical governmental authority. Women have biblical sensual authority: (defined as)the ability to captivate our husbands.Together, in order, these two authorities can change the world! (Read the book of Esther and you’ll agree.)You have the ability to captivate your husband.You are a gift from God to your husband!Need to hear this again?YOU are a GIFT from GOD to your husband.Pro 18:16 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8454335250014245714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8454335250014245714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/05/women-you-are-gift.html' title='Women, you are a gift!'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-691054404712033496</id><published>2009-05-13T09:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:23:28.745-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Adventure addict'/><title type='text'>All Out Adventure</title><summary type='text'>I came across an amazing christian organization's website boasting some awesome adventure mission trips! And for a second my own rather smallish world in comparison, seemed rather dim and un-adventurish. Downright boring.Who was I reaching? What was I doing? I look at the beautiful pictures of smiling faces and exotic places- all needing Christ, of course. They were reaching so many...(sigh.) I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/691054404712033496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/691054404712033496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/05/all-out-adventure.html' title='All Out Adventure'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SgvgT6c8ciI/AAAAAAAAAUY/y0B2Cm7BHWg/s72-c/moms1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-9111644945244000129</id><published>2009-04-30T03:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:12:26.809-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The King of Glory'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/9111644945244000129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/9111644945244000129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/04/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/Sfl8FgNMPVI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/U-1yBaw9Bd8/s72-c/Open_up_gates.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1142534490623043617</id><published>2009-04-30T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:13:15.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Big Birthday Bash'/><title type='text'>The Big Birthday Bash</title><summary type='text'>I recently received a mail from my dad in the UK.He is turning 50 this year (i can't believe it) and thus send an email with some gift requests.Including a yacht, 25 seater jet and a game lodge in Africa... :) and for budgeting purposes, he allocated price to each gift request (makes it easier for the guests I guess). But then he wrote the following:"Immortality, everlasting abundant life, "all </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1142534490623043617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1142534490623043617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/04/big-birthday-bash.html' title='The Big Birthday Bash'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1562484032952588527</id><published>2009-03-23T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:24:47.907-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith followed through'/><title type='text'>Faith followed through</title><summary type='text'>Hey there! Yep, greatest apologies for not getting onto this blogga too oft... thing is, i dearly hope that it encourages you to search out, seek and find your satisfaction in Christ alone -that this blog might be a little titbit to get you hungry enough for a feast!How are you doing....?Do you allow the realities of life to choke the very breathe of God from your lungs or do you live each moment</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1562484032952588527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1562484032952588527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/03/faith-followed-through.html' title='Faith followed through'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SceNrsjNaBI/AAAAAAAAAUI/emXmqn09PDY/s72-c/2008+007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7604605057989421800</id><published>2009-02-22T11:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:25:59.171-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bold in our faith'/><title type='text'>Bold in our faith</title><summary type='text'>It is through "faith that we find courage to dare to do great things" (lyrics of a song)May your faith commend you as it is written in Hebrews:Heb 11:1 Now faith is the assurance of things hoped for, the conviction of things not seen.Heb 11:2 For by it the people of old received their commendation.Heb 11:3 By faith we understand that the universe was created by the word of God, so that what is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7604605057989421800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7604605057989421800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/02/bold-in-our-faith.html' title='Bold in our faith'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1033178522049588430</id><published>2009-02-10T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:14:43.948-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty in a heartbeat'/><title type='text'>Beauty in a heartbeat</title><summary type='text'>Valentine's day is all about hearts...You have read of Christ, beautifully and eloquently written, but the best life of Christ is his living biography, written out in the words and actions of his people (Spurgeon).Inside-out Christianity. 100% Authentic. The resemblance is only strikingwhen we allow the Holy Spirit to write on the tablets of our hearts. daily. As our heart beats in rhythm to His-</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1033178522049588430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1033178522049588430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/02/beauty-in-heartbeat.html' title='Beauty in a heartbeat'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SZGIXwNpE5I/AAAAAAAAATg/QbP0CzqpZdE/s72-c/jesusheart.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2971678742540747775</id><published>2009-02-06T06:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:26:53.138-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='she takes His breath away'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> she takes His breath away....Painting by Maudie Brown (2008)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2971678742540747775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2971678742540747775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/02/she-takes-his-breath-away.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SYxDONkXPiI/AAAAAAAAATA/j1fPHY5Uuqw/s72-c/church.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3948902697414981831</id><published>2009-02-05T12:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T07:27:20.959-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='His beautiful bride'/><title type='text'>His Beautiful Bride</title><summary type='text'>Isa 61:10 I will greatly rejoice in the LORD; my soul shall exult in my God, for he has clothed me with the garments of salvation; he has covered me with the robe of righteousness, as a bridegroomdecks himself like a priest with a beautiful headdress, and as a bride adorns herself with her jewels. She is His. His bride that He has adorned with the mostbreathtaking beautiful dress... think Gucci </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3948902697414981831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3948902697414981831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/02/his-beautiful-bride.html' title='His Beautiful Bride'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SYw5Ki5B4SI/AAAAAAAAASQ/ujy9aRYxTnI/s72-c/AugSep+2008+138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8249591958204870609</id><published>2009-02-03T06:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:39:13.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The wedding date'/><title type='text'>The Wedding Date</title><summary type='text'>okay, so I love weddings. Yep, Lov'em all! in fact, I've yet to meet a lady that does not get a little mesmerised by all that wedding magic!white dresses. satin sashes. exquisite floral bouquets. romantic decor. candlelight. glass and crystalware. hints of glow. delicious smells. ahhh.... men, however, seem to have quite a different view:boring speeches, long tedious cuisine (that offers nothing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8249591958204870609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8249591958204870609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title='The Wedding Date'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SYhqTYEcYEI/AAAAAAAAARo/i091FMS3t6w/s72-c/Feb+09+096.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6528161291546925687</id><published>2009-01-23T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:28:20.077-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fruityness in a fragrance'/><title type='text'>Fruity Fragrance</title><summary type='text'>Psa 92:12-13 The righteous flourish like the palm tree and grow like a cedar in Lebanon. They are planted in the house of the LORD; they flourish in the courts of our God. Psa 92:14-15 They still bear fruit in old age; they are ever full of sap and green, to declare that the LORD is upright; he is my rock, and there is no unrighteousness in him. Bearing fruit is neccessary for increase. It is the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6528161291546925687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6528161291546925687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/fruity-fragrance.html' title='Fruity Fragrance'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SXl-dNH6isI/AAAAAAAAANc/5PLCN-HPwcQ/s72-c/endDecember+08+060.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4653040466941032975</id><published>2009-01-19T23:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:41:03.015-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beautiful Gift'/><title type='text'>Beautiful Gift</title><summary type='text'>Today is a gift...that's why it's called THE PRESENT! (Kung Fu Panda, i think...xx Liezl) and even more precious- its not just any gift- crafted by the Creator, detailed specific splendourPsa 118:24 This is the day that the LORD has made; let us rejoice and be glad in it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4653040466941032975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4653040466941032975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/beautiful-gift.html' title='Beautiful Gift'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6579301153976842345</id><published>2009-01-19T04:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:42:08.680-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A new day dawning'/><title type='text'>There is a new day dawning</title><summary type='text'>There is a new day dawningHis light shining ever brighterI hear a stronger heartbeatI see the old ways dyingAs the saints behold the One True GodAnother wave is buildingThe set apart ones readyingTo stand before their MakerThe riches of heaven shimmeringAnd calling warriors to ariseThe road is levellingFreedom cries resoundingAs the gospel reaches heartsAncient prophecies fulfillingNothing can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6579301153976842345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6579301153976842345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/there-is-new-day-dawning.html' title='There is a new day dawning'/><author><name>adelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01356322748562759986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_xHk1dowg9b0/SXSAQMEy1iI/AAAAAAAAAAU/vZTgB4waVVU/s72-c/DSC_6417.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7130998723877335028</id><published>2009-01-19T04:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:20:22.044-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Life as a soldier'/><title type='text'>I see dry bones, You see an army!</title><summary type='text'>I SEE&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o /&gt;By Jonathan David Helser &amp; Shane KeyI see a mountain, you see a miracleI see a wasteland, you see a gardenI see dry bones, you see an armyI see impossible, you see everythingYou are, I am, but I’ve been so blind all this timeMy God, touch me, I want to see the way that you seeI see a seed, you see a harvestI see the water, you see the wineI see the broken, you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7130998723877335028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7130998723877335028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-see-dry-bones-you-see-army.html' title='I see dry bones, You see an army!'/><author><name>adelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01356322748562759986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_xHk1dowg9b0/SXR2SGoNfiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PJ6E3CX9hm0/s72-c/anti_tank_platoon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7480534139871627502</id><published>2009-01-16T01:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T02:16:30.751-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty and the best'/><title type='text'>Beauty and the Best</title><summary type='text'>Last friday (a week ago), my hubby took me to watch Beauty and the Beast at Montecasino. It was such a spoil! Lov'd every moment of it!Beauty and the beast is my fav!Grand adventureA Gorgeous CastleDaring swordfightsDashing heroes-and the best- HAPPY ENDINGShowever, even this fairytale is not without heartache:A misunderstood beastA misinterpreted girlA manic villanA missing motherall the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7480534139871627502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7480534139871627502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-and-best.html' title='Beauty and the Best'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SXXiFjyFSvI/AAAAAAAAANU/tBeh1-95Gnw/s72-c/beauty+and+the+beast.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8518561175818789565</id><published>2009-01-15T06:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:43:44.420-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Privilege of position'/><title type='text'>Privilege of position</title><summary type='text'>What a privilege to be positioned in Christ! To live in God's limelight of love...Through being intentional with my inner thoughts and time, I want to live more for others- starting with my husband and kids</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8518561175818789565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8518561175818789565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/privilege-of-position.html' title='Privilege of position'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-942263088757341394</id><published>2009-01-15T06:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:44:28.153-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meditation'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Psa 19:14 Let the words of my mouth and the meditation of my heart be acceptable in your sight, O LORD, my strength and my redeemer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/942263088757341394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/942263088757341394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/psa-1914-let-words-of-my-mouth-and.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-520643763602639272</id><published>2009-01-14T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:42:51.432-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Weatherbeaten Beauty'/><title type='text'>Weatherbeaten Beauty...</title><summary type='text'>This past week has been challenging- getting back into routine. Sleep? Sinking in piles of washing and yes, the blog still has got me pulling hair (can't upload a pic)- I know its got something to do with cookies but my knowledge of cookies end with a lovely recipe (and lots of tasting by little fingers) YUM!When you feel beaten, then its time for some readn (of the Word)!“Beginning to sink, he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/520643763602639272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/520643763602639272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/weatherbeaten-beauty.html' title='Weatherbeaten Beauty...'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2960760971176256797</id><published>2009-01-13T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:45:14.600-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='You are beautiful'/><title type='text'>You are beautiful</title><summary type='text'>Son 2:14 O my dove, in the clefts of the rock, in the crannies of the cliff, let me see your face, let me hear your voice, for your voice is sweet, and your face is lovely.God writing to His church. To you... you are his beautiful oneSon 2:10 My beloved speaks and says to me: "Arise, my love, my beautiful one, and come away</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2960760971176256797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2960760971176256797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/you-are-beautiful.html' title='You are beautiful'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7855752862602067844</id><published>2009-01-13T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:46:37.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='As she pours herself another cup of coffee'/><title type='text'>As she pours herself another cup of coffee</title><summary type='text'>"coffee is what makes civilised life possible in these demanding times" Mugg&amp;BeanYep- this is the reason for Mugg and Bean coffeeshop's existence. They provide the coffee (we provide civilised life?). Went there with the family yesterday... not so civilised might I add: a toddler running all over; a "crawler" drooling on the floor.however, very enjoyable family moment. Another translation: "coffe</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7855752862602067844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7855752862602067844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-she-pourse-herself-another-cup-of.html' title='As she pours herself another cup of coffee'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1827388519648116660</id><published>2009-01-11T05:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:47:46.543-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Suepermom'/><title type='text'>Supermom sayings</title><summary type='text'>Today Kim and Sue left for Madagascar...What a fantastic lady! In fact, she inspired me to write.. to live life large as a mom (which is exactly what she's doing- with 5 boys!)More on what SUEpermom says lata...xxxx Liezl(picture was taken past Wednesday, saying g'bye.. from left: Sue, Kim, George-my husband [darn he is handsome] and me)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1827388519648116660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1827388519648116660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/sue-permom-says.html' title='Supermom sayings'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SWxZPfMGdVI/AAAAAAAAALE/0eyKUEO5A-o/s72-c/Jan09+067.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1202098836858128457</id><published>2009-01-09T02:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:49:32.071-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Banner of Beauty'/><title type='text'>Banner of Beauty</title><summary type='text'>As an apple tree among the trees of the forest, so is my beloved among the young men. With great delight I sat in his shadow, and his fruit was sweet to my taste. He brought me to the banqueting house, and his banner over me was love.Son 2:3,4</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1202098836858128457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1202098836858128457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/banner-of-beauty.html' title='Banner of Beauty'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-744770320335266458</id><published>2009-01-06T06:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:50:08.992-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Beauty of being'/><title type='text'>The Beauty of Being</title><summary type='text'> Me with Thee...The viewer seem to get lost, even between four walls. Captivated by the simplicity. The beauty of just be. Being with Him...Regardless of that which surround us-walls of worldly decaysteadfast seated at Jesus's feetwhat a lovely photo! (source: www.photocase.com, sorry but i got it a while back and cannot remember the photographer's user name) 0kay, mabey its not so easy to steal </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/744770320335266458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/744770320335266458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/beauty-of-being.html' title='The Beauty of Being'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SWSzQ1tH5UI/AAAAAAAAAKA/3iqd5RhyaIY/s72-c/33.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3789712022697179269</id><published>2009-01-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:52:16.209-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2009 Beauty of life'/><title type='text'>2009: Live Life Beautifully!</title><summary type='text'>Gotta lov the times we live in- cellphones rock! [besides dishwashers, tumbledryers, washing machines, electricity, ipods, internet, blogs ;) etc.]I definitely love the sms’s received on New Year’s-Inspirational!Like the one my daughter’s teacher sent:“I wish you a smile that never fades,a touch that never hurts,a heart that never hardens,and honesty that never ends.I hope you have more laughter </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3789712022697179269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3789712022697179269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2009/01/2009-live-life-beautifully.html' title='2009: Live Life Beautifully!'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6913245589795940682</id><published>2008-12-20T09:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T09:59:33.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Look to the sky'/><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lift your eyes and look to the heavens:Who created all these?He who brings out the starry host one by one,and calls them each by name.Because of His great power and mighty strength,not one of them is missing.Isaiah 40:25-26</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6913245589795940682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6913245589795940682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/lift-your-eyes-and-look-to-heavenswho.html' title=''/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SU0qo8YYHyI/AAAAAAAAAJg/1uTpYE11_iI/s72-c/NovDecember+2008+174.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1188155478515366944</id><published>2008-12-20T09:03:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:01:08.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Einstein in Afrikaans'/><title type='text'>What Einstein said...</title><summary type='text'>"Slegs 'n lewe aan 'n ander toegewy, is die moeite werd." (My husband and our son sharing a moment on Elders time away.)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1188155478515366944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1188155478515366944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/what-einstein-said.html' title='What Einstein said...'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SWxbsWp4cvI/AAAAAAAAALM/Fi4cPvKm8gs/s72-c/NovDecember+2008+182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-585535048885588966</id><published>2008-12-19T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:03:08.560-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Death on my doorstep'/><title type='text'>Death on the Doorstep</title><summary type='text'>My brother is a soldier-Fighting in the war in Afghanistan.Yesterday I read on skynews.com that a British soldier died.Our husbands fight wars everyday of their lives- rugged soldiers of the cross.And sometimes in battle, they are wounded.Am I the nurse my husband needs?Nurses don’t tell patients what to do- they just do it. Nurses don’t complain about getting bloody and working night shift. Is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/585535048885588966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/585535048885588966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/death-on-doorstep.html' title='Death on the Doorstep'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SU0bvPmclwI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-eWlaq1fncI/s72-c/2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8158269340619155070</id><published>2008-12-17T05:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:03:36.268-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Run baby run'/><title type='text'>Run, Baby, RUN!</title><summary type='text'>An Elder in our church [Collin, for those who know him :)] shared last Sunday on finishing strong...Run, baby, run!Here is a piece by spurgeon that so encouraged me (liezl):“They go from strength to strength.”- Psa_84:7Physically, if we are walking,we go from strength to weakness;we start fresh and in good order for our journey,but by-and-by the road is roughand us not so toughYet, the Christian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8158269340619155070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8158269340619155070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/don.html' title='Run, Baby, RUN!'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7086729952472788749</id><published>2008-12-14T05:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:08:51.246-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Women Warriors are wise'/><title type='text'>Wisdom Makes Mom a Warrior</title><summary type='text'>“Wisdom is better than weapons of war” Ecc 9:18Wanna win the war?(on toddler tantrums and the like.)It starts with wisdom.Wisdom is better than whimsical ten steps to successful parenting.Wisdom is da bomb!And wisdom starts with reverence for God.Ps 111:10 “The fear of the Lord is the beginning of wisdom.”To revere: adore, esteem, honour, worship (Caxton Thesaurus)Reverence means that you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7086729952472788749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7086729952472788749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/wisdom-makes-mom-warrior.html' title='Wisdom Makes Mom a Warrior'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SU0fDWg0-wI/AAAAAAAAAJA/jAKPsVt47hg/s72-c/mean1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5500761182815796488</id><published>2008-12-13T00:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T01:02:07.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Moms Musical [1920 Swing &amp; Bling]</title><summary type='text'>Last month 13th Nov, the ladies got together for some swing &amp; bling action! 1920s revisited...I shared a bit- here it is, may it inspire you!"I’m sure that you are all wondering why we decided upon 1920 as a theme. And well, for no reason really. In fact, at the time, I knew nothing about 1920 at all!Then last week I decided I should probably look into this so-called golden decade… you know, for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5500761182815796488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5500761182815796488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/moms-musical-13th-november-2008.html' title='Moms Musical [1920 Swing &amp; Bling]'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SUN5rb1kTsI/AAAAAAAAAIo/WXbJZKXxBMs/s72-c/NovDecember+2008+161.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-7146378212185585097</id><published>2008-12-11T21:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:09:34.863-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loo-king about'/><title type='text'>The Cutest LOO I've Ever Been to</title><summary type='text'>A few days after posting "through the LOOking glass" (1st Dec), we came across a lovely pizza place in the woods and they had the cutest little toilet. Thought you'd enjoy this one after my last episode with "toilets" and kids :)-Striped pizza place potty(p.s. will write more about this sweet little place lata, xxLiezl)-clever idea: using bottles in the walls as glass windows to bring in light</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7146378212185585097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/7146378212185585097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/cutest-loo-ive-ever-been-to.html' title='The Cutest LOO I&apos;ve Ever Been to'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SUH-kvqg4kI/AAAAAAAAAIY/mo-ePY_F4Qg/s72-c/NovDecember+2008+328.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6045221770250273994</id><published>2008-12-11T21:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:10:02.376-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea Sand Sun'/><title type='text'>Sea Sand Sun</title><summary type='text'> here's a photo of the beach where we went... Definitely God inspired, God breathed and God sustained! WOW!(check out the November postings on Sea Sand Sun. Liezl)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6045221770250273994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6045221770250273994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/sea-sand-sun.html' title='Sea Sand Sun'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SUH64bEA0cI/AAAAAAAAAIA/-uRAwvLjInc/s72-c/seasandsun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2547360995285416217</id><published>2008-12-11T21:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:10:55.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials and tribulations'/><title type='text'>Trial &amp; Tribulations cont...</title><summary type='text'>In November I wrote a little bit on this topic... came across a beautiful verse that pretty much sums it up perfectly:Rom 5:3-5 More than that, we rejoice in our sufferings, knowing that suffering produces endurance and endurance produces character, and character produces hope, and hope does not put us to shame, because God's love has been poured into our hearts through the Holy Spirit who has </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2547360995285416217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2547360995285416217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/trial-tribulations-cont.html' title='Trial &amp; Tribulations cont...'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3533858801285403212</id><published>2008-12-03T03:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:11:50.839-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Crowning consistance'/><title type='text'>a crown for consistency</title><summary type='text'>Jam 1:12 Blessed is the man who remains steadfast under trial, for when he has stood the test he will receive the crown of life, which God has promised to those who love him. "Everything I do, I do it for You,Take me as I am, take my life,I give it all- nothin I want more...Everything I do, I do it for YouThere is no love like Your loveno other could give more love"(from a song by Brian Adams)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3533858801285403212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3533858801285403212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/trials-tribulations.html' title='a crown for consistency'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/STZ0_eVovQI/AAAAAAAAAH4/16LZTnjslAE/s72-c/Rougles+(3).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5195511207201264839</id><published>2008-12-02T05:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:17:13.179-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The pantyhose dance</title><summary type='text'>The ladies pulled out all the stops to advertise the latest 1920s invention of the pantyhose. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5195511207201264839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5195511207201264839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/pantyhose-dance.html' title='The pantyhose dance'/><author><name>Samantha Jooste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03813575969993466978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_TezEK7ZrHq0/STU0D-kji4I/AAAAAAAAAAc/9zlnzeGp6t8/s72-c/IMG_3028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5458539918743535389</id><published>2008-12-02T04:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T04:58:25.486-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Elna and Janine stole the show in their Mamma Mia debut!</title><summary type='text'>It don't mean a thing if it ain't got that swing.....and boy, did we swing on the night of November 13th! Helpful husbands took their posts at the changing mats at home that evening and cheered their wives out the door - pearls, feathers and all. The tent was turned into a 1920s dinner theatre, as the ladies enjoyed the premier of the Opel show. Wendy played Ellen Degeneres to the T, and Robin...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5458539918743535389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5458539918743535389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/elna-and-janine-stole-show-in-their.html' title='Elna and Janine stole the show in their Mamma Mia debut!'/><author><name>Samantha Jooste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03813575969993466978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TezEK7ZrHq0/STUs-446N_I/AAAAAAAAAAU/bL3eDB485Bk/s72-c/IMG_2963.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6790526148371622113</id><published>2008-12-02T04:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-02T05:06:42.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dollin it up at the 20s do....</title><summary type='text'>Prizes were given to the most unique and best dressed women of the night. It was a heated battle between Cathy Dollenberg, our token mafia man in the crowd, and Robin Malherbe, our very own 6'4" heairy-legged Oprah Winfrey. I think it was the way he shook that dress's tassles that gave him the edge....</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6790526148371622113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6790526148371622113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/dollin-it-up-at-20s-do.html' title='Dollin it up at the 20s do....'/><author><name>Samantha Jooste</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03813575969993466978</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_TezEK7ZrHq0/STUpI-Q-UGI/AAAAAAAAAAM/rzrGfhbMjF8/s72-c/IMG_2918.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3396761289950600242</id><published>2008-12-01T06:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:12:42.703-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Loo-king about'/><title type='text'>Through the LOO king Glass…</title><summary type='text'>Toddlers have a way to hone our people skills, especially the mastered art (self thought, of course) of self preservation in public. Otherwise known as the “what would people think (WWPT)”- syndrome (you can’t treat this with a simple WWJD armband, “What Would Jesus Do?”)Yesterday, while lounging on the beach, my daughter yelled that she needed to go to the bathroom urgently. I grabbed her and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3396761289950600242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3396761289950600242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/12/through-loo-king-glass.html' title='Through the LOO king Glass…'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/STP-8Rh4-7I/AAAAAAAAAHg/O0VgPAn0Azw/s72-c/toilet_rene+eyelab.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1032814294711345082</id><published>2008-11-29T01:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:13:20.480-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trials and tribulations'/><title type='text'>Trials &amp; Tribulations</title><summary type='text'>You might be thinking:“You’re on holiday and I’m sitting high and dry”….Reading an old fairlady magI came across an article onAdversityAdversity our ally?Sure.According to this article even thefamous believe thatNelson Mandela“If I had not been in prison, I would not have been able to achieve the most difficult task in life, and that is changing myself”Richard Branson“At school, I found reading </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1032814294711345082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1032814294711345082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/trials-tribulations.html' title='Trials &amp; Tribulations'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/STQAXU5O4nI/AAAAAAAAAHw/nTh0tKKAGoM/s72-c/sand_aremac.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-2646340295115084505</id><published>2008-11-28T04:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T03:11:52.708-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Plane Jane'/><title type='text'>Plane Jane</title><summary type='text'>

Hi, my name is Liezl
I am a mom of three. 
and I am a plain jane... 
There's nothing fancy about me- I change diapers, wash dishes, love shopping for shoes, I love traveling and flying (without kids, of course!) and recently got a thing for cook books. 
And I LUV to write. 
This blog actually started as a means to keep in touch with the moms in our church. We have momsgroups and this was a way </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2646340295115084505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/2646340295115084505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/plane-jane.html' title='Plane Jane'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/S5lC8JcLCSI/AAAAAAAAAcI/OVJ94BThPQk/s72-c/GeorgeLiezlNov2009.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-1443751077049230749</id><published>2008-11-28T01:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:14:02.891-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea Sand Sun'/><title type='text'>Sea Sun Sand (2)</title><summary type='text'>Spent the whole morning at the beach -Another beautiful dayGod-inspiredGod-breathedGod-sustainedWouldn’t want it any other way…except to see the surfer chefcookin’ for Jesus, smokin hot!*(*check out the previous posting on Sea Sun and Sand )Psa 61:2 from the end of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1443751077049230749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/1443751077049230749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/sea-sun-sand-2.html' title='Sea Sun Sand (2)'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/STP_pzqUqJI/AAAAAAAAAHo/mAhzfn7mNM8/s72-c/umbrellas_leicagirl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-969496676087218444</id><published>2008-11-26T09:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:14:27.410-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sea Sand Sun'/><title type='text'>Sea Sun Sand</title><summary type='text'>The things dreams are made of....yep, if you've never been to South African beach-Get there.It's awesome!Ocean viewhotwindysalty airlittle pub&amp;grubs littered along the shore-wheather beatenbeautiful scenerybad coffeesurfer chef, smokin his 10th benson(and its only 9am)Dusty dirt roadscows grazing-roadside hazzardbirds chirpingmine mine mine mine*Early lazy lunchesGreat conversationWith a three </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/969496676087218444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/969496676087218444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/sea-sun-sand.html' title='Sea Sun Sand'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5594202433640813759</id><published>2008-11-26T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:15:54.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Celebrating shouts important'/><title type='text'>What we celebrate is what is important to us</title><summary type='text'>I’ve seen in my kids how the words of the songs that we sing about Jesus get stuck in their little minds. What we sing makes them think about who God is and also creates awareness in their minds about His worth. We went to the Drakensberg earlier this year and Callen (my 3-year old boy) said to me “mommy; look at the mountains, did you know Jesus can move them?” We sing a song about this (‘</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5594202433640813759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5594202433640813759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-we-celebrate-is-what-is-important.html' title='What we celebrate is what is important to us'/><author><name>adelle</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01356322748562759986</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-880845298232561553</id><published>2008-11-25T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:16:24.154-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='If Abba was mamma'/><title type='text'>If Abba was Mamma</title><summary type='text'>Then the Mamma Mia song would go as follows….I’ve had so little sleepsince I don’t know whenSo it told my manthis won’t happen again…Midnight hourwaking up to seeWho’s crying nowand there he is fast asleepFighting hard to keep controlAs the dawn breaksI forget everythingJust one smileAnd I can do it againo-o-o-ohMama mia here I go againMy my how can I resist yaMama mia here I show againMy my soon</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/880845298232561553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/880845298232561553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/if-abba-was-mamma.html' title='If Abba was Mamma'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SSw3H6-d3sI/AAAAAAAAAGw/sWuzhmXxzOE/s72-c/arwen%26ethan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5075614068938948153</id><published>2008-11-17T00:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:17:07.135-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='In His presence there is joy'/><title type='text'>In His Presence there is Joy!</title><summary type='text'> Psa 16:5-11 The LORD is my chosen portion and my cup; you hold my lot.The lines have fallen for me in pleasant places; indeed, I have a beautiful inheritance.I bless the LORD who gives me counsel; in the night also my heart instructs me.I have set the LORD always before me; because he is at my right hand, I shall not be shaken.Therefore my heart is glad, and my whole being rejoices; my flesh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5075614068938948153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5075614068938948153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/in-his-presence-there-is-joy.html' title='In His Presence there is Joy!'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SSE4ZLj0h5I/AAAAAAAAAGY/lgM0ivFovbU/s72-c/AugSep+2008+126.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-5108255898606574247</id><published>2008-11-15T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:17:36.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bees Knees'/><title type='text'>The Bee's Knees*</title><summary type='text'>"Black and yellow, boys" (the Bee Movie)-youth wearing the stripes well during their opportunity to serve! Well done guys and girls.yellow lemonsyellow &amp; black sunflowersblack &amp; yellow painted canvassesyellow &amp; black fishes at the welcoming tableEven black &amp; yellow cupcakes!*Bee's Knees- phrase from the 1920s. Meaning excellence; the best; so forth (adapted from Wikipedia.com) posted by Liezl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5108255898606574247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/5108255898606574247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/youth-serving.html' title='The Bee&apos;s Knees*'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SR8Ksq6mHXI/AAAAAAAAAF4/k0HGP0aJpwk/s72-c/IMG_5393.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-200498849521256919</id><published>2008-11-14T10:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:18:23.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='What Descartes didn&apos;t know'/><title type='text'>What Descartes didn’t know…</title><summary type='text'>Descartes, the author of the philosophical statement, "I think, therefore I am”(which became the foundational element of western philosophy)obviously had very little interrupted sleep,very little nappy changing experiences,very little knowledge of raising childrenotherwise his statement might’ve been something like this….“In thinking, I think without thinking”:)Much love,Liezl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/200498849521256919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/200498849521256919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-descartes-didnt-know.html' title='What Descartes didn’t know…'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3580092694300906194</id><published>2008-11-05T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:19:11.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heart and Home Surgery'/><title type='text'>Opening our homes and hearts</title><summary type='text'>This morning my daughter asked me if we could please go and visit "tannie Sammie" instead of going to school! I don't think we always realise how important fellowship between adults is, for the sake of our children.In the same manner, we are often oblivious to the huge impact that family meetings such as church on Sundays, homegroups and prayer meetings have on our children... nevertheless, going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3580092694300906194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3580092694300906194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/opening-our-homes-and-hearts.html' title='Opening our homes and hearts'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4685726636963438782</id><published>2008-11-03T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:19:36.057-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Power of prayer'/><title type='text'>The Power of Prayer</title><summary type='text'>This is beautiful:God marks down our prayers in the registry of his memory; he puts our prayers, like rose leaves, between the pages of his book of remembrance, and when the volume is opened at last, there shall be a precious fragrance springing up therefrom.(Spurgeon)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4685726636963438782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4685726636963438782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/11/power-of-prayer.html' title='The Power of Prayer'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-8957995533044056159</id><published>2008-10-29T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:20:29.511-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Youth leaders hike'/><title type='text'>Hiking with the youth leaders</title><summary type='text'> My husband recently went hiking with the youth leaders. I would've loved to have gone with but hiking with a baby and a toddler just doesn't sound like much fun (neither does the six hour trip in a car there and back). What a wonderful group of young people- running hard after God! It got me thinking... have we made time for the youth? They can learn from us but we can definitely learn from them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8957995533044056159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/8957995533044056159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/10/hiking-with-youth-leaders.html' title='Hiking with the youth leaders'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SQgpWhTZbSI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/-wR2lVb8_YQ/s72-c/Amphitheatre+020.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-6083753826769667736</id><published>2008-10-27T06:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:21:12.109-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A Cinderalla Story'/><title type='text'>Queen of Hearts</title><summary type='text'>You know times have changed when your daughter politely corrects you that no, it is not a sandcastle but a mall. And instead of insisting to wear the Cinderella dress, she would rather choose to look ridiculous (yet cute) in a Spiderman- Kang Fu Panda outfit… the correct term being Spider Panda-monium.“How to keep a princess heart in a not-so-fairytale world” was the title of a book I once read </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6083753826769667736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/6083753826769667736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/10/queen-of-hearts.html' title='Queen of Hearts'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-3918051108165512053</id><published>2008-10-24T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:21:42.908-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Living with purity'/><title type='text'>Elders Meeting...</title><summary type='text'>'Hey "papa-razzi" can’t you see we’re in the middle of a VILP (very important little people’s) meeting? So Cameron… you were saying we need to live with purity or we need purity to live? Warren, Cameron, Jean-David and Ava together. Tasting God's goodness-literally! (Eating purity...) posted by Liezl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3918051108165512053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/3918051108165512053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/10/elders-meeting.html' title='Elders Meeting...'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Ee4wYR1h8uU/SQHjEgvQ3LI/AAAAAAAAAE4/AJZnI1gy0_k/s72-c/DSC00330(1).JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5602387544799545572.post-4475958669635460166</id><published>2008-10-23T03:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T10:22:42.932-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='True prince'/><title type='text'>The Two Princes and True Possessions</title><summary type='text'>There once lived two princes. The one prince lived in Decision Dale; a luster place sought after by the eye-people. He was very wealthy and filled his home with the kingdom’s most beautiful treasures. The eye-people envied him.The other prince also lived in Decision Dale, but to him- he only saw the slavery of people and the beauty of the land left him with a sense of sad irony, for all their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4475958669635460166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5602387544799545572/posts/default/4475958669635460166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makeshiftmanuscript.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-princes-and-true-possessions.html' title='The Two Princes and True Possessions'/><author><name>{Liezl}</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UmEzpV8ucAs/Tp2AkJQwrII/AAAAAAAAAxw/QhO7L1-p1bQ/s220/geome.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
