<?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-3517617</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:46:56.981-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Beth Sargent</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>257</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3517617.post-107408869648950363</id><published>2004-01-14T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T09:00:06.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have decided to take a break for awhile from blogging.  Will let you know when I decide to beging again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-107408869648950363?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107408869648950363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107408869648950363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#107408869648950363' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-107046175832560851</id><published>2003-12-03T09:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-03T09:30:13.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday to my Sophie Princess!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sophie is turning 3 today but really acts as if she is 5!  I told her it was her birthday, and she said she wanted a Barbie cake, which she had last fri. at her and Sarahs party!  I remember when she was born, it was a wonderful thing, God had already blessed us with a boy, and now a little girl.  I remember Josh saying over and over "Shes beautiful" we both just cried!  What a happy time!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-107046175832560851?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107046175832560851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107046175832560851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#107046175832560851' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-107037185352134479</id><published>2003-12-02T08:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T08:31:46.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Just Man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Proverbs 24:16-&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; For a righteous (just) man may fall seven times and rise again, but the wicked shall fall by calamity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was listening to a CD Donnie McClurkin and he spoke this scripture and it really spoke to me.  Alot of times we in the church can understand if someone falls once maybe even twice but &lt;strong&gt;seven times&lt;/strong&gt; we would have them on there way to hell.  But, here what makes this man just or righteous in right standing with our Lord is that he got back up again!  We can no longer let our daily struggles keep us defeated.  God is a merciful God and loving, waiting for us to get back up so that He can dust us off.  I don't care how many times my children may mess us, I will continue to love them more and more everyday, and thats how our Heavenly Father is to us.  Lets move forward in the things of the Lord today, b/c if we look back at yesterday, we are taking one step back and it is keeping us from the freedom that belongs to us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-107037185352134479?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107037185352134479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107037185352134479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#107037185352134479' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-107002664351359857</id><published>2003-11-28T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T08:51:00.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Happy Birthday To My Girl Sarah!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is two today!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-107002664351359857?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107002664351359857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/107002664351359857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#107002664351359857' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106979950402760444</id><published>2003-11-25T17:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T17:32:28.546-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mommas Girl Sophie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My beautiful Sophie is turning Three next Wed. Dec. 3 and for one of her birthday presents I took her today to get her ears pierced!  She did wonderful, she cried for just a few minutes, she thinks she is a superstar!  She loves them. They are little hearts with diamond studs, she is growing to fast!&lt;br /&gt;Sarah is turning Two Fri. but I think I will wait until next yr for her trip to the jewlery store.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106979950402760444?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106979950402760444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106979950402760444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106979950402760444' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106964752135255981</id><published>2003-11-23T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T23:19:22.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been reading a book "Calm My Anxious Heart" Linda Dillow, that was given to me by a friend sometime back, and wanted to share this poem with you, God has been dealing with me lately with being content, this poem was written by a 14 yr. old boy.  This caused me to consider my focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was spring but it was summer I wanted; the warm days and the great outdoors.&lt;br /&gt;It was summer but it was fall I wanted; the colorful leaves and the cool dry air.&lt;br /&gt;It was fall but it was winter I wanted; the beautiful snow and the joy of the holiday deason.&lt;br /&gt;It was now winter but it was spring I wanted; the warmth and the blossoming of nature.&lt;br /&gt;I was a child but it was adulthood I wanted; the freedom and the respect.&lt;br /&gt;I was twenty but it was thirty I wanted; to be mature and sophisticated.&lt;br /&gt;I was middle-aged but it was twenty I wanted; the youth and the free spirit.&lt;br /&gt;I was retired but it was middle-age that I wanted; the presence of mind without limitaions.&lt;br /&gt;My life was over but I never got what I wanted.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106964752135255981?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106964752135255981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106964752135255981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106964752135255981' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106942184351401996</id><published>2003-11-21T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T08:38:01.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Is Your Cup Clean Inside?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Woe to you, teachers of the law and Pharisees, you hypocrites!  You clean the outside of the cup and dish, but inside they are full of greed and self-indulgence.  Blind Pharisee!  First clean the inside of the cup and dish, and then the outside alos will be clean.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt; Matthew 23:25-26&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ouch!  My toes are hurting on this one!  So many times we busy ourselves with teachings etc. and forget to really allow God to clean the inside and then the outside will automatically be clean.  We may think we can fool people with the outside of our cup but we can't fool God.  Looks like I have a lot of cleaning to do.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106942184351401996?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106942184351401996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106942184351401996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106942184351401996' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106925964347510215</id><published>2003-11-19T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T08:56:37.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Best Ever School Picture&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephens Picure turned out great!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106925964347510215?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106925964347510215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106925964347510215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106925964347510215' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106916407982082584</id><published>2003-11-18T09:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T09:01:54.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forgivness&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mark 11:25-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Jesus said, "When you stand praying if you hold anything against anyone forgive him, so that your Father in heaven may forgive you of your sins"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I preacehed recently and blogged on forgivness, and still find myself struggling from time to time forgiving and forgetting.   I feel that forgivness is a everyday process, a process that God can help me with, that I don't blame people for things I see happen to me or others around me.  If you are having a hard time forgiving someone today, just remember God loves us and knows our hearts, and He is more than enough and more than able to help us daily to heal and forgive.  So don't feel overwhelmed today, our walk with Christ has to be a daily thing.  Daily He is able to mold us into what He wants us to be! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106916407982082584?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106916407982082584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106916407982082584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106916407982082584' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106907730579412218</id><published>2003-11-17T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T08:55:38.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found a new post today, check out &lt;a href="http://johncarnes.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_johncarnes_archive.html#106876075203501742"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Johns Thoughts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, he has some great posts, you can tell he loves God, and his family!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106907730579412218?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106907730579412218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106907730579412218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106907730579412218' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106907679110973069</id><published>2003-11-17T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T08:47:03.610-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go over and Check out a post called &lt;a href="http://susanlprince.truepath.com/blogger.html"&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Salt with Walt&lt;/strong&gt;" by Susan Prince.&lt;/a&gt;  I believe you will be blessed by this little reminder of how God sees us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106907679110973069?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106907679110973069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106907679110973069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106907679110973069' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106890748071035415</id><published>2003-11-15T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T09:48:59.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;7 1/2 Hours later....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had to take Sophie to the ER yesterday, she had a febrile(not sure about spelling) Seizure, it was the first one she has ever had, so we were at the hospital for 7 1/2 hrs.  It took them 8 trys or more for blood and IV, and praise God they got a vein.  They did all the tests, to figure out were the infection was because her white blood count was elevated.  They had to cath her and do a throat culture and a Lumbar Puncture in her spine, which they sedated her for, and catscan, X-rays, she is a trooper!  Stephen had seizures that were brought on by fevers also, it is hereditary, he was about 1 1/2 when he started having them, and God healed him from them.  They wanted to put him on medicine for seizures it would slow his learning down and speech after much prayer, Josh and I refused the medicine and told them he was healed and did not need it.  Come to find our our neurologist said he didn't even know why they wanted to put him on that medicine.  I am thankful for discernment.  These seizures are brought on by a fever going up to fast or going down to fast.  Last night Sophie did not run a fever at all, and woke up this morning wanting pizza for breakfast!  She says " I feel Bettu Mama" and I believe God has touched and healed her body!!  Praying for a speedy recovery, which I believe is already happening!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106890748071035415?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106890748071035415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106890748071035415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106890748071035415' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106860119717322011</id><published>2003-11-11T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:40:22.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Work Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to work with Josh today!  And had a great time, helping him out, doing some invoices, answereing phones and of course a little cleaning, a tire shop gets pretty dirty!  Loved the extra time with him, I am going to try to go at least once a week for half a day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106860119717322011?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106860119717322011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106860119717322011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106860119717322011' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106860108485372299</id><published>2003-11-11T20:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:38:30.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A Lesson Learned&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of months ago I was at one of Stephens ballgames and a mom was there yelling and cussing her kid out, and the kid doing the same thing to his mom, the little boy happens to be in Stephens class.  There were a group of us parents talking and watching this go on and couldn't believe our ears, Tristan, always acts out in anger and cussing, but his mom cussing him, seemed crazy to me.  I questioned what kind of mother is she, and thats when God got on to me.  What should we expect sinners to do?  God told me I didn't know anything she has ever been through or even going through, and my thoughts and comments were just as bad as her acts!  Ouch!!  God then spoke to me a couple of weeks later to share with her that He loves her and will except her when she has had trouble with that in the past with people.  Last night was my opportunity to share it with her, and honestly I almost waited too long.  But, I got to her before she drove off.  I had never talked to her in my life, and then shared with her what God spoke to me, she just cried and said she really needed that.  She said she wasn't saved, and I told I would be here anytime she needed me.  &lt;br /&gt;I told someone today that I would like for Tristan to be picked up for church, and they said "Oh no!  Well who is going to be taking care of him"? (Tristan really is wild)  And I told them I would, I got to thinking if we don't help some people who will.  If we reject people, we are rejecting Christ.  So be praying for Tristan and His mom.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106860108485372299?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106860108485372299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106860108485372299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106860108485372299' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106860049687101464</id><published>2003-11-11T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T20:28:42.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Football Banquet&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen had his first Football Banquet last night, it was a blast!!  They made a DVD with highlights from everyday, I made sure I bought one of those.  They ran through streamers and through smoke as they called their name and number out, Stephen received his first trophy, and got a T-shirt, because they one the Orange Bowl and Friendship Bowl  When they passed out the T-Shirts they played "We are the champions" it was funny!  I was so proud of him!  Just signed him up for basketball now, which starts in Dec.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106860049687101464?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106860049687101464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106860049687101464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106860049687101464' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106847403923554428</id><published>2003-11-10T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T09:21:02.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Mothering Maxim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Parenting is a partnership with God. You are not modeling iron nor chiseling marble; you are working with the Creator of the universe in shaping human character and determining destiny." &lt;br /&gt;(Ruth Vaughn) Taken from MOPS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106847403923554428?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106847403923554428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106847403923554428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106847403923554428' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106847305994435350</id><published>2003-11-10T09:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T09:04:43.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this over at &lt;a href="http://xiuxin.blogspot.com/"&gt;Susans&lt;/a&gt; site, you should go check her out she has some great posts!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I can do this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I were Moses, I can't divide the waters of the sea, but I can stretch out my hand over the sea. (Exodus 14:21)&lt;br /&gt;If I were the widow, I can't make the vessels produce oil, but I can go and borrow empty vessels from all my neighbours.(2 Kings 4:3)&lt;br /&gt;If I were that little boy, I can't feed 5 thousands of people, but I can give Jesus my fish and chip(oops, I mean loaf).&lt;br /&gt;If God tells me to do His will, I don't have to panic about the task: there's something I can do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Susan from &lt;a href="http://xiuxin.blogspot.com/"&gt;What a a beautiful day&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106847305994435350?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106847305994435350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106847305994435350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106847305994435350' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106847233875861223</id><published>2003-11-10T08:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T09:23:33.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Gods Love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Though the mountains be shaken &lt;br /&gt;and the hills be  removed, &lt;br /&gt;yet my unfailing love for you will not be shaken &lt;br /&gt;nor my covenant of peace be removed,"&lt;br /&gt;says the Lord, who has compassion on you.  Is. 54:10&lt;br /&gt;God never ceases to amaze me.  I am so thankful for Gods word how He encourages me everyday!  Thank You God for being a man of your word, never failing me or going back on your promises!!  What ever circumstances that may be going around you today, just know Gods unfailing love will never be shaken, nor His peace we so desperately need!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106847233875861223?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106847233875861223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106847233875861223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106847233875861223' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106826284831446835</id><published>2003-11-07T22:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T08:46:24.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ice Breaker&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At MOPS the other day, we had a Ice Breaker and you had to tear off how many sheets of toliet paper you may think you would need, not knowing why.  Then say I had five squares I had to tell something I was thankful for and give four reasons why, this is what I said:&lt;br /&gt;1.  I am thankful for my husband&lt;br /&gt;2.  Thankful he is my pastor&lt;br /&gt;3.  Thankful that he can correct me spirtually and yet do it in a loving way, because I searched for years for a women mentor   and found God wanted my mentor to be my husband.      &lt;br /&gt;4.  He makes me a better person&lt;br /&gt;5.  Thankful for the father he is to our children&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106826284831446835?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106826284831446835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106826284831446835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106826284831446835' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106823248238987863</id><published>2003-11-07T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T14:15:02.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Does Anyone Know...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mom2all.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt; has been having problems with my comments, when she visits my comments are not showing up.  Is this happening to anyone, or if you may know what the problem is please email me or comment, Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106823248238987863?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106823248238987863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106823248238987863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106823248238987863' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106821987724725114</id><published>2003-11-07T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T10:44:56.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Feeling Inadequate&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Galatians 6:9-10:  &lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;em&gt;And let us not grow weary while doing good, for in due season we shall reap if we do not lose heart.  Therefore, as we have opportunity, let us do good to all,especially to those who are of the household of faith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know, I took over the youth about three months ago, it had been over a year or so since I had worked with youth.  When Josh and I were at Raceland church here in Ky. he was Assoc. Pastor for four years and the last year served as youth pastor as well, I just helped him along.  The kids at Raceland was very hungry for God, and we would have amazing services on Wed. nights.  This time I am doing this one without Josh and the kids are as diffrent from the others like night and day.  It has been a challange, they have never had anyone in the past to really stay committed to them, they had one before me who was with them for a while, but, never wanted to grow a relationship with them.  This has been a bit of a challange for me.  I feel very inadequate to do this, the thing that comes natural to me, is that I don't have a problem with loving them.  They love to talk during services, they just don't know whats out there with God.  God spoke this verse to me today, and encouraged me.  So many times I ask God to use me however He sees fit, and for His will to be done, and then I don't want to do it, because it's not what I thought or it makes me feel unqualifed, but I believe me feeling unqualified God will be able to do what He wants to then.  So, I thank you Lord, for encouraging me and givng me the honor to work with the youth, I can't wait to see what your plans are for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106821987724725114?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106821987724725114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106821987724725114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106821987724725114' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106803857686085711</id><published>2003-11-05T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T16:54:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Identity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Psalms 139:1-3-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;O Lord, you have searched me and know me&lt;br /&gt;You know when I sit annd when I rise; you perceive my thoughts from afar.&lt;br /&gt;You discern my going and out, and my lying down; you are familar with all my ways.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't great to know, at times when we feel we may be alone or know one even understands who we are or what we are going through, God does, He knows everything about us, that's how much He loves us!!  Are steps are ordered by the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106803857686085711?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106803857686085711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106803857686085711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106803857686085711' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106803836097092818</id><published>2003-11-05T08:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T08:19:37.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://haloscan.com"&gt;Halcoscan&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My other comments where down for quite sometime, so I thought I would switch over to haloscan.  I tired it on my own and messed up, and &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh &lt;/a&gt;had to come to the rescue and fix it for me.  Up and running now!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106803836097092818?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106803836097092818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106803836097092818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106803836097092818' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106791590984302457</id><published>2003-11-03T22:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-04T22:02:39.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I just don't get it!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all know how I love to spend time with &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt;, and I have been trying to understand football.  Here's what I don't understand, why watch a ballgame and not be rooting for a team?  What is the fun in not having competition and wanting one to win?  Maybe you guys can explain it!  Josh watches games all the time and don't care who wins?! Go figure!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106791590984302457?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106791590984302457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106791590984302457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106791590984302457' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106786731694931291</id><published>2003-11-03T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T08:48:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Go over to &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Joshs'&lt;/a&gt; he has a few pictures of "Trick or Treat"  everytime Sophie ( who will be three a month from today) would go to a house she would say "Trick or Treat" and then "Thank You" and then she would say "Tahdah" it was so cute!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106786731694931291?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106786731694931291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106786731694931291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106786731694931291' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106786703335924475</id><published>2003-11-03T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T11:15:12.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Forgive and Forget&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for your prayers !&lt;br /&gt;I preached last night on forgivness, and shared everything God laid on my heart, I know God did minister to people b/c I could see somethings clicking in their head.  &lt;br /&gt;I used the passage in Matthew about the servant who was forgiven this huge debt he owed the master, and then one minute later went out and would not forgive someone who only owed him a few bucks.  So the others went and told their master what had happened they were very grieved by the whole matter, and this is what was said "&lt;em&gt; Wicked servant, I forgave you all that debt, because you entreated me: ought no you also to have had pity on your fellow servant, just as I had pity on you?' "So his master greatly incensed handed him over to the tortureers until he should pay all he owed him.  "In the same way my heavenly Father will deal with you all, if you don not from the heart each one forgive his brother&lt;/em&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;Forgivness can be a touchy situation, people will say "but, you just don't understand what has happened to me"  and they are right I don't know, but what matters is that God knows.&lt;br /&gt;If we don't walk in forgivness bitterness sets in and eventually will take over.  If we don't practice forgivness, it stops the things God wants to do in our lives.  &lt;br /&gt;One minute we can say I forgive them, but, they blame that person for what they are going through, that is not forgivness.  I have done that before, when Josh and I moved backed to KY I thought I had forgave the people in Virginia but, when I would face something, I would find myself saying if it wasn't for what they did, I wouldn't be this way, I had to forget the past and look on to the future.&lt;br /&gt;It is time we stop being the victim and becoming the victor!!!  People often say "I can forgive but I just can't forget"  If you don't forget, you are not forgiving.  Sometimes we will find ourselves maybe remembering things that have been done to us, but I guess what I mean is we just can't dwell on it all the time, because forgivness can't come that way, we would never recive freedom!  I would hate to see what it would be like if Jesus forgave me but didn't forget everything I did or do!&lt;br /&gt;This has to be an everyday thing, we should search our hearts daily and ask God to shed His light on our lives and check us and see is there anything in there Lord that doesn't need to be.  &lt;br /&gt;I will leave you with this scriputre: &lt;strong&gt; Matthew 18:18&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;I in truth tell you all that whatever you bind on earth will in heaven remain bound, and whatever you loose on earth will in heaven remain loosed&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to bind Jesus from forgiving me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106786703335924475?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106786703335924475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106786703335924475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106786703335924475' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106761772774051367</id><published>2003-10-31T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T11:28:58.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be praying I am preaching Sun. night and God has laid on my heart to share on forgivness, I know God is already preparing the hearts of those who will be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106761772774051367?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106761772774051367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106761772774051367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106761772774051367' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106746431888817595</id><published>2003-10-29T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:52:07.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Train up a child in the way the should go.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day when part of my wisdom had broke off, I was praying in the kitchen and ask God to send me a dentist who was cheap but good, and could take care of the problem soon, and I would have no pain.  It says in Gods word that if two agree about anything asking in His name it shall be done, so Sophie was sitting there and I said "Sophie God is going to give me a dentist with a good price and It will be soon, and mommie is not going to have any pain, agree with me say yes" and Sophie who is three Dec. 3 said"Yes! Amen"  God was faithful and did more than Sophie and I ask Him to do!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106746431888817595?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106746431888817595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106746431888817595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106746431888817595' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106746406459073726</id><published>2003-10-29T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:47:52.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;A New Woman&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your prayers!  I can't even tell I had a tooth removed!  You know that is God!!  He is my healer!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106746406459073726?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106746406459073726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106746406459073726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106746406459073726' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106734790587002700</id><published>2003-10-28T08:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T08:31:52.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://7dayholy.blogspot.com/"&gt;7 Day Holy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You need to head over and check &lt;a href="http://7dayholy.blogspot.com/"&gt;7 Day Holy out&lt;/a&gt;, this is one of my favorite blogs, very encouraging everyday!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106734790587002700?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106734790587002700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106734790587002700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106734790587002700' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106730787873175164</id><published>2003-10-27T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T21:24:44.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wisdom Teeth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Janurary before we moved back to Kentucky, my bottom wisdom teeth were impacted and had to see a surgeon and have them removed, was'nt fun!  &lt;br /&gt;Having more problems, headaches, losing appetite along with losing weight and have to have a top wisdom tooth removed tomorrow.  So be praying for me, I won't be bloging tomorrow, seeing how at 12:45 I will be taking some medication that will put me out for the rest of the day, so they say!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106730787873175164?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106730787873175164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106730787873175164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106730787873175164' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106727220927238349</id><published>2003-10-27T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T11:30:14.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Wish List&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids have already started a wish list, so I am going to start one myself for Christmas!  You never know, you have not because you ask not!  Josh has a digital camera, but I would really like a 35mm Camera!!  I would like to start doing scrapbooks of them, I have always wanted to mess around with taking pictures as a hobbie!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106727220927238349?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106727220927238349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106727220927238349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106727220927238349' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106727205910408782</id><published>2003-10-27T11:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T11:27:44.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pictures&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Head over to Joshs' site and you can see some pictures of my kids!  They are the cutest!!!  The girls pictures were taken a few months ago and Stephens was just a few weeks ago!  Let  me know what you think!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106727205910408782?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106727205910408782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106727205910408782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106727205910408782' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106727136246493876</id><published>2003-10-27T11:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T11:16:08.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>                                                                    &lt;strong&gt;Mothering Maxim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The most important thing she'd learned over the years was that there was no way to be a perfect mother and a million  ways to be a good one."&lt;br /&gt;(Jill Churchill) &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mom Moment &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Seemingly Impossible Task&lt;br /&gt; By Toni Barsness, Ministry Advancement Coordinator&lt;br /&gt;Do you ever have those moments (days, weeks, or even months) where you feel like this task of mothering is impossible? Are we really qualified to bring helpless infants into the world and in eighteen years train them to be caring, responsible, contributing members of society?  &lt;br /&gt;In the early months, we hear conflicting information about what's best for our children, and are told that somehow our right or wrong choices (as if there is a right or wrong) will cause our babies to excel in every area of life or never reach their full potentials. What tremendous pressure to put on the shoulders of new, sleep-deprived, first-time parents! It is a wonder that any of us survive.&lt;br /&gt; Then there are several years of determining nap schedules or no schedules, when to begin solid food, what kind of food, and when and how to potty train (I am convinced that my children trained themselves when they were ready, and I just provided the opportunity). Then come the decisions of preschool or no preschool; when should they learn to read; should they go to public, private, or should we homeschool? The lists go on, and we haven't even reached the teenage years yet. Is it possible to make all of the right choices, we worry - what if we miss one or two (or more)? &lt;br /&gt;I absolutely love being a mom, but it is, without a doubt, the most difficult and challenging job I have ever had. My husband says he imagines my days with three boys are like "herding cats" or "wrestling an alligator." This always makes me laugh, but I think they are good descriptions of the almost impossible tasks we face as mothers. And in the midst of it, I feel the weight of each decision as if it is life or death. &lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? We put too much pressure on ourselves and other mothers by trying to impose these unrealistic expectations. But thank God the task of mothering is really not impossible if we remember that he has given each mom her own unique gifts and abilities. We don't have to be perfect. It's okay for me to be me. And with God's help, I will not only survive these early mothering decisions, but will raise three wonderful boys with their own gifts, abilities, and talents and hopefully they will go on to do the same.  &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Copyright © 2003 by MOPS International, Inc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106727136246493876?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106727136246493876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106727136246493876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106727136246493876' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106712940442486110</id><published>2003-10-25T20:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T20:50:07.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Go Big Blue&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; and I went out of town this weekend and saw a UK game!  Kentucky played Mississippi and won!!!  The first half didn't look so good, but then they came back the second half and wowed us!!!  I felt very priviliged having go with Josh, he could have very easily asked his Dad or a friend to go with him, but instead he chose to spend extra time with me.  I love him teaching me about football, I had a wonderful time!  Thanks Honey!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106712940442486110?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106712940442486110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106712940442486110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106712940442486110' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106691415407085523</id><published>2003-10-23T09:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T09:02:34.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;One added to the Kingdom&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night a person that has been working for Josh, his name is Josh also has been coming to church with his girlfriend since the last of summer got saved last night!!!!!!!!!  You could tell a diffrence him already last night.  Josh, me, and the kids are going over for dinner tonight over there.  Its amazing how God works, Josh moved down here from Michigan and around the time we moved back from Virginia, God allows us to form relationships with people for reasons, I believe.  We are very excited, his girlfriend is next, be praying for them!!&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106691415407085523?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106691415407085523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106691415407085523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106691415407085523' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106675374586209726</id><published>2003-10-21T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T12:29:05.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He has not forgotten&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is. 49:14-&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;But Zion said, " The Lord has forsaken me, and my Lord has forgotten me&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is. 49:15&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;strong&gt;Can a woman forget her nursing child, and not have compassion on the osn of her womb?  Surely they may forget, &lt;strong&gt;yet I will not forget you&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Is. 49:16&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;See I have inscribed you on the palms of my hand, your walls are continually before me&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may feel that God has forgotten you, but be encouraged God has never forgotten you, He loves you so much!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106675374586209726?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106675374586209726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106675374586209726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106675374586209726' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106674038649397541</id><published>2003-10-21T08:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T08:46:26.226-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;In Loving Memory&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer today for &lt;a href="http://www.livingroom.org.au/blog/"&gt;Darrens'&lt;/a&gt; Nana passed away!  He has posted some beautiful pictures in memory of his Nana from her garden, head over and visit his sight and leave a encouraging comment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106674038649397541?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106674038649397541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106674038649397541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106674038649397541' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106666640510593701</id><published>2003-10-20T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T12:13:26.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'> &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mothering Maxim &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Mothering Myth&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; If you control everything, life works&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reality&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;em&gt; Life can't be controlled. You have to go with the flow."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Elisa Morgan and Carol Kuykendall, What Every Mom Needs)&lt;br /&gt;Mom Moment &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Just reminds me life does go so much smoother when we allow God to be in control!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106666640510593701?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106666640510593701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106666640510593701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106666640510593701' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106657678591485107</id><published>2003-10-19T11:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T11:19:45.830-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New Wine into New Wineskins&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mathhew 9:16-18&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;No one puts a piece of unshrunk cloth on an old garment; for the patch pull away from the garment, and the tear is made worse.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vs.17&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;Nor do they put new wine into old wineskins, or else the wineskins break, the wine is spilled, and the wineskins are ruined.  But they put new wine into new wineskins, and both are preserved&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has been dealing with me about this for about a month now, I believe God wants to do new things in us everyday, but alot of times we have things inside of us that just don't belong and hinder us.  It seems like I want to automatically think of bad things, but it can even be good things, in order for God to do what He wants to do in us we have to be ready for Him to take the old away and put in the new, you can't have old in the new wineskin or it will break and be of no use.  I want God to be able to use all of us.  Is there anything maybe God has been speaking to you about lately that need to go, so that He is able to do the new work inside of you.  I encourage you to pray today and ask God what does He want to in you!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106657678591485107?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106657678591485107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106657678591485107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106657678591485107' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106657606731791938</id><published>2003-10-19T11:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T11:08:40.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank you!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://superblessed.net"&gt;SuperBlessed&lt;/a&gt; for nominating me as Most Enjoyable female Blog!  Check out Ganns site you will find some great blogs!!!! Especailly Ganns, he is always encouraging!  Congratulations goes out to my &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;husband Josh &lt;/a&gt;for his nomination!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106657606731791938?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106657606731791938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106657606731791938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106657606731791938' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106657534040642385</id><published>2003-10-19T10:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T10:55:39.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Womens Service&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a Womens Service last night, and it was sooo good!  The two piano players that accompany the P&amp;W leader we had last night couldn't make it, and the drummer had to be at a conference to play for Perry Stone, so we had Worship Accapella, it was amazing how God reminded us worship is not about muscians but it comes from the heart!!  It was so amazing to hear all of the women singing to God and worshiping Him in their own special way.  You know, Gods favorite song is the love songs that come from within that we sing to Him expressing how much we love Him.  &lt;br /&gt;I went their with a sitution I having been going through weighing me down, and God was so faithful.  I feel my burden lifted.  Oh how easy it is to try to be God and fix things, and I know I can't be that way, I just get in the way.  I am so thankful that He is a loving Father, my Daddy who corrects me and then loves on me!!!  I can't even express everything God did for me last night.  God has been speaking to me for a year or more about a gift He wanted to use me in and it was confirmed about a month ago and then someone else not even knowing anything spoke the very same thing.  I wish you all could have been there!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106657534040642385?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106657534040642385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106657534040642385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106657534040642385' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106609248296370654</id><published>2003-10-13T20:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T20:48:02.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Great Project by&lt;a href="http://www.livingroom.org.au/blog/"&gt; Living Room "Blog Crushes&lt;/a&gt;", go check it out and be a part of it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106609248296370654?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106609248296370654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106609248296370654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106609248296370654' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106607150431392458</id><published>2003-10-13T14:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:58:24.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Gotta check this out &lt;a href="http://www.cornishpixel.com/sharon/"&gt;The Offering Machine at Sharons blog&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106607150431392458?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106607150431392458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106607150431392458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106607150431392458' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106607080685547305</id><published>2003-10-13T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T14:51:02.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Invitation to a Special Moment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Carla Foote, Leadership Media Managing Editor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week I made a batch of bar cookies one evening, not for a meeting or event, but just because. The way my family carried on, you would think I'd never made a cookie for them before that day.&lt;br /&gt;My almost sixteen-year-old son grabbed some cookies while I was reading e-mail at the computer. He said, "Hey Mom, why don't you come sit with me while I have a cookie?" Wow - what an offer! I hurried to the dining room table. We didn't talk about anything in particular, and the moment probably meant more to me than to Andrew. He's an extrovert and doesn't like to do anything alone, even eating a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;That time at the dining room table reminded me that I never know in advance when I will get an invitation to those special mothering moments. Most don't come with flashing neon signs saying, "This is an important moment to spend with your child!" Rather, mothering is a collection of lots of little invitations and choices. So whether it's another game of Candyland, reading a picture book for the nineteenth time, or sharing a cookie -- make the most of your mothering invitations -- they matter!&lt;br /&gt;Article from &lt;a href="http://www.gospelcom.net/mops/"&gt;MOPS&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106607080685547305?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106607080685547305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106607080685547305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106607080685547305' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106605475089630010</id><published>2003-10-13T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T10:19:10.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Train Them Up In The Way They Should Go&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night during Praise and Worship Sophie, who is getting ready to turn three in December, went up front and started dancing along with other people.  At first she stuck her butt out and shook it back and forth, and then started taking one leg and spreading it out like a split and then would join the other leg together, it was so cute.  And she would keep looking back to see if anyone was watching.  Josh and I told her how good she danced and that Jesus was smiling down at her today while she was praising Him.  We were made to glorify God and that is just was Sophie was doing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106605475089630010?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106605475089630010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106605475089630010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106605475089630010' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106598090499919748</id><published>2003-10-12T13:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T13:48:24.470-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Pastor Appreciation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Considering I have the best &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Pastor &lt;/a&gt;living with me, I wanted to bless him.  So I got us a suite at a hotel last night, with a jacuzzi in our bedroom, that's all the detail I believe I will share with you alll.......  Had a wonderful time together.  I love the time I get with&lt;a href="www.joshsargent.com"&gt; Josh &lt;/a&gt;alone!!!  Honey your are the greatest, thanks for being such a great pastor to me for the past seven years!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106598090499919748?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106598090499919748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106598090499919748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106598090499919748' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106570799602678246</id><published>2003-10-09T09:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:59:56.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Under Construction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have to hand it to &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt;, he did a fantastic job with my Armoir!!!  He will put the last few screws in tonight!!  Thank you honey for doing this for me, I know you work long hours all day and then for the past three days came straight home and worked on it.  You are the greatest!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106570799602678246?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106570799602678246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106570799602678246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106570799602678246' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106570763678276955</id><published>2003-10-09T09:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T09:53:56.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found a new blog, i would like to share with you all, &lt;a href="http://www.sense-datum.org/tim/"&gt;Tim&lt;/a&gt;, go and check it out!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106570763678276955?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106570763678276955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106570763678276955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106570763678276955' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106546058525786564</id><published>2003-10-06T13:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:16:25.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a great time at &lt;a href="http://www.gospelcom.net/mops/"&gt;MOPs last &lt;/a&gt;thursday, did a craft and had a speaker talk to us about "Being a courageous parent"  There were a few things I didn't agree with but a few I did.  I think as a parent everyone has there opinions on how to raise children.  I realized all the things I do for my family doesn't go unnoticed, because being a wife and mother is being a servant, and you have to have a servants heart.  We all say we want to be more like Christ, I think being a wife and mother is a good way.  Christ gave of himself all the time, thinking of my job as serving makes me appreciate it more and want to do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106546058525786564?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106546058525786564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106546058525786564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106546058525786564' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106546025575104120</id><published>2003-10-06T13:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:10:55.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;He&lt;/a&gt; Has Done It Again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First, I have to say I loved my mesage Friday!!!  It was the best thirty minutes, very relaxing.  Thank you again &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;honey.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; went and surprised me with a Entertainment Armoir!!  Our old Entertainment center is five years old and with Kids and moving three times, it has had it and is a bit out dated.  It is beautiful.  It came in two boxes so pray for wisdom and direction for &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;him &lt;/a&gt;as he puts it together.lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106546025575104120?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106546025575104120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106546025575104120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106546025575104120' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106497388670393097</id><published>2003-09-30T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T22:04:46.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Who are you when no one is looking?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading from "Thus Saith The Lord" by &lt;a href="http://johnbevere.org"&gt;John Bevere&lt;/a&gt;, and came across this:&lt;br /&gt;He was giving the definition for profane- defiled, or polluted, to pollute or defile somehting is to make what was once pure an ill mixture.  Five gallons of pure water is good for drinking, cooking, or bathing.  But if you add a quart of hydrochloric acid, it becomes unusable.  Even though the majority of the liquid, over 95 percent is still water.  The original five gallons of water now has become deadly to drink, toxic to cook with and damaging to bathe in. &lt;strong&gt;The acid is undetectable by sight alone, for the mixture still appears to be pure water.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can hide things from people, little things that are not pleasing to God, but it will hinder our walk with God, and nothing goes unseen with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I encourage you all today, ask God if there is anything unpleasing to Him, and allow Him to do a new work in you today!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106497388670393097?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106497388670393097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106497388670393097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106497388670393097' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106497333155345781</id><published>2003-09-30T21:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:55:31.786-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;MOPS&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have joined a &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;others &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;reschoolers groop this year, and go to my first one thurs.  They provide babysitting and you have a craft you do, and a speaker will be there.  I am looking forward to getting to know more woman that have preschoolers.  I also found out yesterday that I will be speaking at one of the meetings either Dec. or Jan.  I am very excited about that, considering I have been praying and waiting on doors to open for me to get out and speak more to women!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106497333155345781?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106497333155345781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106497333155345781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106497333155345781' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106497298326021675</id><published>2003-09-30T21:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T21:49:42.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;The Best Husband in the World award goes to &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh Sargent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen and &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; went for a haircut tonight, and while they were gone, I got a phone call from the beauty salon, asking when would be a good time to schedule me a 1/2 hour message friday!!!!!  &lt;a href="www.joshsargent.com"&gt;Honey&lt;/a&gt; you are the greatest!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106497298326021675?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106497298326021675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106497298326021675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106497298326021675' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106492441199517465</id><published>2003-09-30T08:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T08:20:35.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;New Addition&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congradultations to &lt;a href="http://superblessed.net/"&gt;Ganns Deen &lt;/a&gt;and his wife, on the arrival of their new son!!!  He is beautiful!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106492441199517465?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106492441199517465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106492441199517465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106492441199517465' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106486233618169701</id><published>2003-09-29T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T15:22:10.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;/a&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitykiss.com/smurfs"&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.aol.com/trinitykiss/images/smurfette.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.trinitykiss.com/smurfs"&gt;Find your inner Smurf!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/cent&lt;br /&gt;Thanks&lt;a href="http://lifebeingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt; Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106486233618169701?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106486233618169701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106486233618169701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106486233618169701' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106483657661581505</id><published>2003-09-29T07:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T07:56:16.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://www.mom2all.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Things My Mother Taught &lt;/a&gt;Me by&lt;a href="http://www.mom2all.blogspot.com/"&gt; Stacy&lt;/a&gt;.  I think you all will agree we have heard a few of these from time to time, maybe even catch ourselves saying them to our kids!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106483657661581505?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106483657661581505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106483657661581505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106483657661581505' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106471275662602878</id><published>2003-09-27T21:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T21:32:36.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Check out &lt;a href="http://www.mic-o-mic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Julies&lt;/a&gt; blog, she has some very encouraging posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106471275662602878?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106471275662602878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106471275662602878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106471275662602878' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106466793529418037</id><published>2003-09-27T09:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T21:31:23.600-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Got a new book&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While Josh and I were out we stopped off at a chrisitan book store and picked up a book I had ordered,&lt;strong&gt; Thus Saith The Lord?&lt;/strong&gt; by &lt;a href="http://johnbevere.org"&gt;John Bevere&lt;/a&gt; It has already started out a good book.  In this book it tells you how to accurately discern prophecy, how to discern a true profet from a false one, etc. and how to be led by the spirit.  I encourage you to get this book, especially if you are in the ministry!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106466793529418037?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106466793529418037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106466793529418037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106466793529418037' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106466761313514969</id><published>2003-09-27T09:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T09:00:13.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank you for a wonderful time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had so much fun last night with my baby!!  We only had an hour to eat until the movie started. every Resturant we went to had a 40 min wait.  So we tried a restuarant called Pennstation, very delicious, we will def. be going back.  I had Chicken Philly sand. and Josh had a chicken Parm. sandwich, fries were homemade and wonderful, it was nice for a change other than going to Applebee, Texas Roadhouse etc.  &lt;br /&gt;We went and saw Rundown, last night, it was an okay movie, we left before the movie was over actually.  &lt;br /&gt;So much fun, wish it didn't have to end.  2 months is too long to go between date nights!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106466761313514969?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106466761313514969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106466761313514969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106466761313514969' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106452032193142664</id><published>2003-09-25T16:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:05:22.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Updating blogroll&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been visiting some new sites and I believe I will be updating my blogroll this weekend, so be watching so you can be introduced to some new people.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106452032193142664?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106452032193142664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106452032193142664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106452032193142664' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106452024947669798</id><published>2003-09-25T16:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T16:04:09.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Date Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks like I have two kids taken care of, and maybe the third one for tomorrow night, WooHoo!!  I believe it has been about a month and a half since &lt;a href="www.joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; and I have had a date night, and all night with out children, and I am very much looking forward to it!!  I believe every couple should have a date night at least once a month, it is wonderful to have that time with with your better half!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106452024947669798?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106452024947669798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106452024947669798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106452024947669798' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106432151443081650</id><published>2003-09-23T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T08:57:54.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found a new blog today,  thanks to&lt;a href="http://susanlprince.truepath.com/blogger.html"&gt; Sistersweblog &lt;/a&gt;check out &lt;a href="http://fuzzysocks.com/"&gt;Fuzzy Socks&lt;/a&gt;, she has such a heart for God and becoming closer to Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106432151443081650?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106432151443081650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106432151443081650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106432151443081650' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106428006778104002</id><published>2003-09-22T21:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:21:07.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Postcards from New Zealand&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://lifebeingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt; for the beautiful postcards, yours will be on the way this week!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106428006778104002?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106428006778104002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106428006778104002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106428006778104002' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106427991808543577</id><published>2003-09-22T21:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:18:38.103-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kentucky Kids Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Kentucky Kids Day, and we were asked to write a letter and send it in for Stephen telling him how special he is, and the grandparents were involved also.  I think that is a great idea for the kids!  I really injoyed writing and telling Stephen how wonderful he is.  I will never forget the day I found out I was pregnant, when God spoke to me his name, and when I had him.  &lt;br /&gt;Josh and I were so excited I was finally in labor, Stephen was our first child.  Anyway, little did we know how long it normally takes a baby to arrive.  &lt;strong&gt;Josh was speeding down the highway to the hospital missed the turn off, i&lt;/strong&gt;t was so funny, we got there and I was in labor for 13 hours!! No epideral, was I crazy?  It was the greatest feeling in the world, finally holding Stephen for the first time, something God blessed Josh and I with. &lt;strong&gt; A lot of times it is rather tough being a mom, but well worth it!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106427991808543577?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106427991808543577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106427991808543577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106427991808543577' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106397588385068514</id><published>2003-09-19T08:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T21:12:34.796-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Prayer Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had been lacking in my prayer time lately, and during our Womens Conference I felt such a change take place in me, that I can't even settle for what or how I was before, it is just not enough.  &lt;br /&gt;So I set a specific time everyday this week, which was when Sarah took her second nap and Sophie her first.  I can't even begin to tell you the changes I have seen take place in me since, I decided that spending time with God was just as important as me having to eat.  I found myself during the day looking forward for those naps, and feeling Him drawing me closer to Him as I build a strong and close relationship with Him.  This has been a life changing week for me, and I can't wait to see what else God has in store for me.&lt;br /&gt;I just want to encourage you to have that special time with the Lord everyday.  Yes, believe me I know schedules are busy, there are alot of things I could do with that nap time when they both lay down, but it has to become about sacrafice, and crucifying our flesh, and boy is that hard to do.  I KNOW YOU CAN DO IT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106397588385068514?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106397588385068514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106397588385068514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106397588385068514' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106371822104703404</id><published>2003-09-16T09:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T09:17:01.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just a thought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to share something God has been dealing with me about lately, Has God ever laid someone on your heart, to encourage, pray for etc. and a part of you just feels like it is just you thinking that?  I believe we need to be more sensitive to the Holy Spirit and what He is saying to us.  What if we followed through with what God was really telling us, think of all the people that would be ministered to by God.  Everyone could need a little encouraging from time to time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106371822104703404?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106371822104703404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106371822104703404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106371822104703404' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106367537456678406</id><published>2003-09-15T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:30:48.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kids Say The Funniest Things&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I told Sophie to repeat after me I said "I am Healed" and Sophie said "I am healed" and then I went on to say "In Jesus Name" and Sophie Automatically said "Amen" with out us saying it.  It was funny!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106367537456678406?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106367537456678406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106367537456678406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106367537456678406' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106367525835325487</id><published>2003-09-15T21:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:28:52.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Had a very productive day, shampooed the carpet, couch, and dog!!  Sophie is feeling a lot better today, Sarah is starting to sound horse and runing a little bit of a fever.  I claim healing in my house!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106367525835325487?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106367525835325487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106367525835325487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106367525835325487' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106350252638558720</id><published>2003-09-13T21:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-13T21:22:06.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank You For Your prayers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish that all of you ladies that read my blog could have been at church with me this weekend, it was amazing!!&lt;br /&gt;     At our church, the praise and worship tends to be Southern Gospel, and there isn't anything wrong with that, that is all they are used too, but this weekend I had a P&amp;W Team come in that was contemporary, my ladies loved it.  We had service fri. Night and sat morning and afternoon no of the women wanted to go home.  God was so good.   Women's lives were spoken into and changed and I believe will never be the same.  The women of my church see there is more out there and are so hungry.  God was so faithful for me when I preached, Sophie has been sick and I had to take her to the doc. fri.  She almost didn't leave this morning and I was going to have her with me, no matter what kind of a morning I had, God showed up and showed off!!  I am so glad this is not about me but about Him!!&lt;br /&gt;     I want to share something God did in my life fri. Night.  Some of you may know that Josh and I pastored a church for a yr. in Virginia and things were going well, the church was growing, new ministries being birthed, but, God saw fit to move us out of there and somewhere else, home.  Josh and I experienced hurt like never before there and it has been hard for me to deal with what happened.  During praise and worship, God reminded me of the very last service we had at that church and I saw myself saying goodbye to everyone, and God dealt with me and told me it truly was time for me to say goodbye.  I believe with all my heart I have found closure, I have once and for all said goodbye.  Still a some hurt there, but, oh the healing that is taking place.  My God is so faithful and more than enough.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106350252638558720?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106350252638558720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106350252638558720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106350252638558720' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106298592174365904</id><published>2003-09-07T21:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:52:01.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Womens Conference&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say a prayer for me this week, I will be tieing up the loose ends of the conference and getting ready to preach also this weekend during the conference, I am looking forward to God moving on these womans lives and seeing woman get saved!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106298592174365904?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298592174365904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298592174365904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106298592174365904' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106298583706705974</id><published>2003-09-07T21:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:50:36.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Our cookout went well last night with the youth, had a great turn out!  &lt;br /&gt;I had two kids get saved for the first time in youth tonight!!!  WooHoo.  One exciting thing, Jackie the woman that got saved last sun. one of the kids was her daughter!!!  God is so good!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106298583706705974?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298583706705974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298583706705974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106298583706705974' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106298561856315106</id><published>2003-09-07T21:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:46:58.460-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview questions for &lt;a href="http://www.cornishpixel.com/sharon/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Do you currently live in Australia?&lt;br /&gt;2.  How many children do you have?&lt;br /&gt;3.  You have mentioned you teach Sunday School, what age do you teach?  &lt;br /&gt;4.  What do you love the most about teaching?&lt;br /&gt;5.  How long have you and your husband been married, and where did you meet?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106298561856315106?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298561856315106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298561856315106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106298561856315106' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106298526256363705</id><published>2003-09-07T21:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:41:02.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview questions for &lt;a href="http://mom2all.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  You have mentioned before that you have worked with the youth, how long have you felt a call on your life to do that, and under normal circumstances, does Tim work along side with you?&lt;br /&gt;2.  What is one thing you love the most about being a mom?&lt;br /&gt;3.  What is one of the challanges you face with being a mom?&lt;br /&gt;4.  What is your favorite food?&lt;br /&gt;5.  What is your favorite movie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106298526256363705?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298526256363705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298526256363705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106298526256363705' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106298454229028295</id><published>2003-09-07T21:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T21:29:02.803-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interview questions for &lt;a href="http://beingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  What was your favorite subject in school?&lt;br /&gt;2.  Do you have any brother or sisters, and have you always lived in New Zealand?&lt;br /&gt;3.  When I was little I would always say "When I grow up I want to be a ..."  What did you want to be when you grew up?&lt;br /&gt;4.  You have mentioned that you are making a transition from a church, did you work with the youth, what were you invloved in?&lt;br /&gt;5.  If money was not a matter where would one place be you would like to go visit?               &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106298454229028295?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298454229028295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106298454229028295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106298454229028295' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106272622451478830</id><published>2003-09-04T21:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T21:45:24.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Did I forget to mention it was live!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you &lt;a href="http://mom2all.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://lilfebeingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.cornishpixel.com/sharon/"&gt;Sharon &lt;/a&gt; and everyone else for your encouraging words and prayers. I believe it went well today on TV.  As &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh&lt;/a&gt; said, I wouldn't have a problem talking, and once I got started I didn't thank to God and His Holy Spirit and the prayers of course.  Just be praying next weekend the 12th and 13th is the conference, I will be speaking sat morning, I am so excited, I know God is got alot in store for the women who attend!! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106272622451478830?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106272622451478830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106272622451478830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106272622451478830' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106263142829319768</id><published>2003-09-03T19:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:23:48.273-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Be praying for me, we have a local christian television station that is owned by Daystar, and I will be on the local tv program promoting a womens conference we are having in a few weeks.  I am quite a bit nervous!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106263142829319768?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106263142829319768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106263142829319768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106263142829319768' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106263133685781436</id><published>2003-09-03T19:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T19:22:16.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Found out today that someone I knew and cared about passed away.  It reminded me of people we know and have left behind, why does it have to be so hard to love and forget!!  But, I am quickly reminded God is more than Enough for any hurt that I have!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106263133685781436?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106263133685781436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106263133685781436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106263133685781436' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106251417052225794</id><published>2003-09-02T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T10:49:30.380-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Interviews to come for &lt;a href="http://lifebeingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt;Rachel&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://mom2all.blogspot.com"&gt;Stacy&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://cornishpixel.com/sharon/"&gt;Sharon&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106251417052225794?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106251417052225794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106251417052225794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106251417052225794' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106246292702051541</id><published>2003-09-01T20:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T21:57:46.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thanks to&lt;a href="http://lifebeingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt; Rachel &lt;/a&gt;for my questions&lt;/strong&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;strong&gt; Beth, some of my readers know that you are married to Josh (aka Sarge), who is a pretty cool guy. Where did you guys meet? How long have you been married (and what age were you when it happened?), and what attracted you to him in the first place? &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Josh and I met at Raceland First Assembley Of God Church in Raceland Kentucky.  I was 14 and he was 15 when we met.  We have been married 7 years this past June 8th, I was 20 and he was 21 years old, so young.  I believe what attracted me to him in the first place was his eyes, he has the prettiest eyes and longest eye lashes, his eyes are brown, you know.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;You preach…what got you on to this road and what topic do you feel most passionate about&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;When I was about 13 I felt God was wanting to use me to minister to women sometime down the road, and I remember speaking to one of the women ministers in our church and told me to just start praying for people at the alters, and I did.  I believe that was the beginning of knowing God was going to use me to minister to women.  I preach to congregations from time to time, but, I believe mainly it is to minister to women.  I feel passionate about sharing the love of Jesus and seeing woman delivered from anything that satan may use to bind them, and keep them from knowing the freedom of Christ and who we are in Christ, His daughters, from depression, low self-esteem, or finding out our identity in Christ, etc, that is what I get excited about!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;strong&gt; What inspired you to blog and kept you going when (if you’re like most bloggers…), you didn’t feel like it?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;About a year ago Josh introduced blogging to me.  There have been so many times and still I question why blog if you don't even know if anyone reads it, but then people that visit reg. and I know maybe there is something God lays on my heart that may minister to someone else.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. &lt;strong&gt;What is the most important piece of advice you will pass on to your children or the people surrounding you&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;People in this world may fail you, but God never will, with God all things are possible.  And of course This to shall Pass.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. Finally, what event changed you or made you grow the most? (I’m not including Marriage or Children in this question lol as it’s a given!).  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Accepting Christ as my savior, accepting the call He has on my life.  And the things that we went through the year we pastored our first church.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;The Interview Meme&lt;/u&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you want to participate, leave a comment saying "interview me." &lt;br /&gt;2. I will respond by asking you five questions—each person's will be different.&lt;br /&gt;3. You will update your journal or blog with the answers to the questions.&lt;br /&gt;4. You will include this explanation and an offer to interview others in the same post.&lt;br /&gt;5. When others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you&lt;a href="http://lifebeingbeautiful.blogspot.com"&gt; Rachel &lt;/a&gt;for the questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106246292702051541?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106246292702051541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106246292702051541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106246292702051541' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106244900113467653</id><published>2003-09-01T16:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T16:43:21.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thank you papaw Steve!!  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kids loved their gifts from the UK Game!!!  Sophie was ready to be a cheerleader!  Sarah made a bed for her bear and covered it up, she was such a good mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106244900113467653?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106244900113467653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106244900113467653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106244900113467653' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106244890601479841</id><published>2003-09-01T16:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T16:41:45.930-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;He is more than enough&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Service went well last night.  Personally I feel I could have done better or even been more prepared.  But thank God this isn't about me and about Him!!  A woman last night her name is Jackie got saved!!!  I asked her if she has ever been saved before and she never had!!  I was so excited!!!!!  God is so good and faithful!!  I preached last night on how "&lt;strong&gt;He is more than enough"!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In&lt;strong&gt; Gen 22 &lt;/strong&gt;He was more than enough for Abraham as Abraham was willing to sacrafice his own son, Abrahams son even asked "Dad where is the sacrafice" and Abraham simply said &lt;strong&gt;God will provide&lt;/strong&gt;!  He God did, He provided!!  God is more than enough for anything we are going through, we just need to allow Him to be more than enough!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106244890601479841?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106244890601479841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106244890601479841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106244890601479841' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106229860351810234</id><published>2003-08-30T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T22:56:43.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Keep me in your prayers, I am preaching sunday night, I am so excited to see what God has in store!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106229860351810234?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106229860351810234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106229860351810234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106229860351810234' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106229851204215353</id><published>2003-08-30T22:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T22:55:57.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Kissing Power&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Husbands who kiss &lt;/strong&gt;their wives every morning before going to work usually live five years longer than those who do not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kissing husband &lt;/strong&gt;has fewer automobile accidents&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kissing husband &lt;/strong&gt;loses up to 50% less time from work because of illness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A kissing husband &lt;/strong&gt;earns 20-30% more than a nonkissing husbands&lt;br /&gt;Looks like you will be living five years longer &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;baby!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Excerpt from Illustrations Unlimited&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106229851204215353?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106229851204215353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106229851204215353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106229851204215353' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106217030916394390</id><published>2003-08-29T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-30T10:24:06.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Thought I would take time to tell you a little about myself &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Personal ABC'S&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt;ge- 27&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;B&lt;/strong&gt;est Quality- I would have to say my personality, I don't have a hard time talking to anyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;C&lt;/strong&gt;hoice of Desert- No bake cookies, blackberry cobbler&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;D&lt;/strong&gt;ay- I would have to say Christmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;E&lt;/strong&gt;xpression- have to think about that one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;F&lt;/strong&gt;avorite Food- Mexican Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;G&lt;/strong&gt;reatest accomplishment- Having three children and being a Pastors Wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;H&lt;/strong&gt;appiest Day of you life- Other than the day I met Josh, the day I married him!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt;nternal Conflicts- Procrastinating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;J&lt;/strong&gt;ob- Household Engineer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;K&lt;/strong&gt;ool-aide flavor- Grape, of course&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ove- Besides God first, I love my husband and children more than anything in this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;ost Valued thing I own- My wedding rings&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;N&lt;/strong&gt;umber- 7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;utfit you love- My Levis, Black sweater, black boots and black leather jacket&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;izza toppings- Pep. saus. green peppers, bananna peppers, bacon, onions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Q&lt;/strong&gt;uest. you want to ask the most- How can I ever become the proverbs 31 woman?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;R&lt;/strong&gt;ead- Lisa Bevere, Paula White, Joyce Meyers etc.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;strong&gt;S&lt;/strong&gt;port to watch- This is a hard one, but I will say basketball&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;elevision Show- Reality shows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;U&lt;/strong&gt;nder Construction- dieing to the flesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V&lt;/strong&gt;olcanos scarry or cool- Cool&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;W&lt;/strong&gt;inter- Love it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;X&lt;/strong&gt;-rays Had one done on my back when I totaled a car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Y&lt;/strong&gt;esterdays best meal-  Steak, baked potaote and greenbeans&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Z&lt;/strong&gt;odiac sign- saggitarius&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106217030916394390?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106217030916394390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106217030916394390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106217030916394390' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106199128177426523</id><published>2003-08-27T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:34:41.710-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Ephesians 4:29&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Do not let any unwholesome talk come out of your mouths,&lt;br /&gt;but only what is helpful for building others up according to their needs,&lt;br /&gt;that it may benefit those who listen.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading in my morning devotions by&lt;a href="http://lizcurtishiggs.com"&gt; Liz Curtis Higgs &lt;/a&gt;and how&lt;strong&gt; our kids &lt;/strong&gt;spend the first decade our their lives taking in every word we say and the next decade ignoring us completely, and that we should &lt;strong&gt;look whos listening&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;She brought out that &lt;strong&gt;words&lt;/strong&gt; have the&lt;strong&gt; power &lt;/strong&gt;to change our mood, chage our thinking, and change our lives.  But, &lt;strong&gt;God has the power to change our lives forever with His Word&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;This stepped on my toes and I think how many times do I open my mouth to criticize, gossip, make a catty remark, praise myself, speak in anger or offer some unsupportive comment.  And of course there is yelling!  &lt;br /&gt;I just thank God for his Word and how God can speak and reveal to us what needs fixed in our lives.  Lord, help me to be willing to submit to change and let you work on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106199128177426523?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106199128177426523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106199128177426523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106199128177426523' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106199069416323947</id><published>2003-08-27T09:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-27T09:25:11.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>"Anger is never without reason, but seldom with a good one"  &lt;br /&gt;Ben Franklin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106199069416323947?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106199069416323947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106199069416323947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106199069416323947' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106190565871652925</id><published>2003-08-26T09:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:47:38.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If all men Knew what others say of them, &lt;br /&gt;there would not be four friends in the world.&lt;br /&gt;                                   -Blaise Pascal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106190565871652925?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106190565871652925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106190565871652925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106190565871652925' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106190557077698270</id><published>2003-08-26T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T09:46:11.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Careless Words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Matthew 12:36&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;"But I tell you that men will have to give account on the day of judgement for every careless word they have spoken"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106190557077698270?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106190557077698270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106190557077698270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106190557077698270' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106173727646760928</id><published>2003-08-24T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T22:25:09.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Her name is Ruby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have an addition to our family, Ruby our little puppy.  I don't like dogs and yet I found myself giving the guy the money for the puppy.  I love her, she is adorable.  The kids are so excited, they named her Ruby, from the cartoon, Max and Ruby!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106173727646760928?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106173727646760928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106173727646760928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106173727646760928' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106173716266138230</id><published>2003-08-24T10:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T08:50:52.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Game Day&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephens first game was yesterday, and he did great!  The boy that Stephen was tackling would still tackle him even whent he whistle blew!I was ready to go out and ref!!  But, Stephen held his own and did a fantastic job.  &lt;a href="joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh &lt;/a&gt;was able to go out and help!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106173716266138230?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106173716266138230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106173716266138230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106173716266138230' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106164420605462112</id><published>2003-08-23T09:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T09:15:35.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INNER BEAUTY &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1 Peter 3:3&lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Do not let your adornment be merely outward- arranging of hair, waring gold, or putting on fine apparel. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vs.4&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; rather let it be the hidden person of the heart, with the gentle and quiet spirit, which is very precious in the sight of God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;V.5&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; For in this manner, in fromer times, the holy women who trusted in God also adorned themselves, being submissive to their own husbands, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Vs. 6&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;as Sarah obeyed Abraham, calling him lord, whose daurthers ou are if you do good and are not afraid with any terror. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Peter tells us how we need to have &lt;strong&gt;beauty from within &lt;/strong&gt;and that we should have a&lt;strong&gt; gentle and quiet &lt;/strong&gt;spirit. I thought for awhile what does it mean to have a gentle and quiet spirit? To be gentle means to be lowly, humble, and then I came to quiet. I believe to have a quiet spirit, you must be quiet on the inside. What I mean by that is there would be no place for worry, doubt, etc. we would have to trust in God. &lt;br /&gt;Vs. 5 told us in former times the holy women who trusted in God also adorned themselves. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keys to having inner beauty &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. &lt;strong&gt;Trusting God. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 16:33 Tells us that we have peace and confidence in our Lord, and in the world we have tribulation, trials, disstress, &lt;br /&gt;and frustration but be of good cheer and know that Christ has overcome the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tribulation can be described as oppression, pressure, stress, anguish, adversity, affliction, crushing, squashing, squeezing. &lt;br /&gt;How many of you can be honest with yourself and say you feel one or two of these things? If so we don't have a quiet spirit and are not trusting God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we learn to allow God to be God in every area of our life, we are finally learning to trust in God. I pray over everything I pray for a good parking space at walmart because I have 3 children with me, now my 5 yr. old son will remind me "lets pray for a parking space mom" and God always is faithful. Through that I learn to trust Him with what ever may come my way. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. &lt;strong&gt;Inner-Peace &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we trust in God we automatically recieve inner-peace. &lt;br /&gt;Phil. 4:6-7 Tells us to be anxious for nothing but let our request be known to Him and then the peace that surpasses all understanding will come in and guard our heart and mind. That peace will guard our mind from unwanted worry, and stress and fill it with peace we can't even understand. &lt;br /&gt;3. &lt;strong&gt;Be content &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phil 4 tells us we need to learn to be content in whatever situation we may be in. We need to be content with who we are. &lt;br /&gt;Ps. 139 goes in such detail on just how God made us. &lt;br /&gt;Did you know: &lt;br /&gt;Even before we were created God new our actions and our thoughts &lt;br /&gt;God took personal interest in us, even before our moms &lt;br /&gt;God created our personality &lt;br /&gt;God saw every formation of our body &lt;br /&gt;God already had our days planned &lt;br /&gt;When we complain about what color our hair is or about the size of our nose etc. we are arguing with the one who created us. &lt;br /&gt;God has a plan for you. All of our ablilities and disablilites were created to fit the unique plan God has for you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Samuel 16:7 tells us God looks at the heart what in on the inside not on the outside. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever saw a bowl of beautiful fruit, and looks so delicious so you go to take a bite of fruit and find it is fake and not real at all? &lt;br /&gt;I encourage you today lets praise God for how he made us and know that if we trust in God, we recieve inner-peace and be content with who we are we will receive Inner-Beauty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God looks at the fruit and not the fruit bowl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106164420605462112?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106164420605462112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106164420605462112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106164420605462112' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106138919692080773</id><published>2003-08-20T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T10:19:56.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;I worship you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I gaze into your loviness&lt;br /&gt;When I stand in your holiness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When all things that surrond, becomes shaddows in the light of you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I found the joy of reaching your heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;When my will be comes enthroned in your love&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I worship you, I worship you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The reason I live is to worship you.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God dropped that song in my spirit today, I don't know who wrote it, and some of it could be wrong, but I wanted to share it anyway.  It got me to thinking, &lt;strong&gt;is the reason I live to worship the Lord&lt;/strong&gt;.  Just like the song says &lt;strong&gt;we allow so many things that surrond us become the reason we live, I am guilty of that.  And do I always allow my will to become Gods will?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106138919692080773?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106138919692080773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106138919692080773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106138919692080773' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106126055397889614</id><published>2003-08-18T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-18T22:35:53.993-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Just Call Him "Mad Dog Sargent"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen has become quite the football player!  Sat. he tackled to kids and left one lying on the ground crying and him momma had to come and take him off the field.  I wanted to jump up and start cheering him on, but yet held myself back from doing so, I needed to be sensitive to the other boy.  Stephen didn't know what to think, at first he looked a bit confused, he knew that is what he is supposed to be doing, but didn't know if it was okay to be excited at the same time knowing he made that little boy cry.&lt;br /&gt;Stephen has two games Sat.  which will be his first ones, at 5 and 6 pm at the Raceland football field, he can't wait.  He is so excited about wearing his jersey to school fri.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106126055397889614?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106126055397889614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106126055397889614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106126055397889614' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106086876543683651</id><published>2003-08-14T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T09:50:40.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Football Update&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen is loving football.  He has practice tonight, and he can't wait for his first game.  Josh said that Stephen is doing very well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106086876543683651?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106086876543683651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106086876543683651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106086876543683651' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106086864503172691</id><published>2003-08-14T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T10:01:17.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Back to School&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen went back to school today, he is in first grade.  We were so blessed to have Mrs. Slater as his teacher, I went to school with her and she is a Holy Ghost Filled teacher!  She told me this morning that last week during their teacher's meeting, the principal starting crying and told them he had never done this before but, wanted the teachers and all the staff to go to their classes and pray over the classroom and their students!!!!!  Not every public school does that!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Stephen was the cutest one there of course, he was so excited to be back with his friends.  Sophie did not cooperate well at all this morning taking Stephen to school, I had Sophie and Sarah both with me.  There are so many times I feel I take away from Stephen because I'm so consumed with the girls.  There are so many moms more dedicated in volunteering than I am.  But I am sure God will help me to find a balance.   Knowing that God is helping me, I still find it frustrating!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106086864503172691?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106086864503172691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106086864503172691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106086864503172691' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106061524129298586</id><published>2003-08-11T11:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T11:20:41.276-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Last night the girl we have all been praying for that was married last week, got saved last night!!!!!!  I missed it too, the girls had some type of virus, vomiting and diareaha!  But, they seem to be on the road to recovery!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106061524129298586?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106061524129298586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106061524129298586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106061524129298586' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106061513370246051</id><published>2003-08-11T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T11:18:53.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Put Me In Coach...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephen has decided at the last minute to play flag football, and his first practice is tonight!!!!  Keep him in your prayers bless his heart, he only wears a size seven, I am sure though there will be smaller ones there.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106061513370246051?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106061513370246051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106061513370246051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106061513370246051' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106039831258039034</id><published>2003-08-08T23:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T23:05:12.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Party Time&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Stephens birthday was Tues. tonight was his birthday, and we had a blast.  He got a new bike, clothes, etc.  He opened one present and it was a new PS2 game and daddy was jumping at the chance to take a look at the new game!  Do men ever grow up??  I hope they don't because it just seems to make them even cuter!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106039831258039034?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106039831258039034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106039831258039034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106039831258039034' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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-3517617.post-106039815850150460</id><published>2003-08-08T23:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-08T23:02:38.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Date Night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't remember when &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;Josh &lt;/a&gt;and I have had a date night, it was sometime before Mothers day!  My mother-in-law e-mailed me today and volunteered for the kids to spend the night sat. night!  WooHoo!!  Josh and I are going to catch a movie.  Looking forward to spending sometime with you &lt;a href="http://joshsargent.com"&gt;baby&lt;/a&gt;!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3517617-106039815850150460?l=bethsargent.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106039815850150460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3517617/posts/default/106039815850150460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bethsargent.blogspot.com/index.html#106039815850150460' title=''/><author><name>Beth</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04205552941842146269</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></feed>
