tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80973159779338330212024-03-14T03:58:27.181-04:00The Life and Adventures of the Prewitt FamilyCandacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.comBlogger1349125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-28285051364347138532023-10-06T15:51:00.002-04:002023-12-16T16:17:01.162-05:00
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Peace be with you.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;">
Thank you all for coming today to remember my dad. He was such an interesting guy; it is hard
to decide where to begin, so much to say.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;">
There were pieces of scripture bubbling to mind as I prepared a message to honor my dad. I
settled on a few words that I would like to begin with.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;">
A word from the Lord.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;">
This first reading comes from the book of Job 12:7-10.</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;">
“Knowledge of God’s wisdom</span><br /><span style="font-size: 11pt;">
But now, ask the animals and they will teach you; or the birds of the sky and they will tell you.
Or speak to the earth and it will teach you, or let the fish of the sea declare to you. Which of all
these does not know that the hand of the Lord has done this? In his hand is the life of every
creature and the breath of all the human race.”
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Breath of all human race
A breath a moment
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">The Lord grants each of us a moment of time on this earth.<br />
My dad was very aware of the moments he had left as he spent his last months, weeks, and
days. One of my favorite ways of my dad was the way he was always wanting to teach us
something, but really teach us something about life.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">The idea of wisdom is something that comes with patiently observing, being slow to act and
slow to speak. Who has not heard the saying, “Think before you speak?” You’ve been given 2
ears and 1 mouth. That is valuable knowledge; to be aware of the designs of the Creator.<br />
He would take us out on clear nights to observe the stars. He taught us to find the North Star
and the big and little dipper. There is only one way North; a light to lead you where you need to
go.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">He taught us life can sometimes be complicated. When we were still living out in the country,
he had to put down a dog who had been stealing the neighbor’s chickens. We begged and
begged him not to do it. But he sat us down with no nonsense and told us once a dog starts
eating chickens it won’t know any better to stop. He had a responsibility to his neighbor. He
made us wait inside while he took the dog. He cried with us afterward and told us we would
see him again when we got to Heaven.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Life is complicated but it is also full of Hope.<br />
We have hope as an anchor for the soul. (Hebrews 6:19)
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">I know that’s a hard story for people today. The world wants to sugar coat the truth. But I am
so grateful my father knew about the wisdom of God. Life is complex and sometimes heart
breaking.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">He would teach us the names of the birds, Hawk, Quail, Crow, Robin, Hummingbird, and the
majestic Scissortail Flycatcher. I didn’t know how rare and special the state bird of Oklahoma
was until I moved all over the country. I missed the curious flying pattern when the spring
brings the migration. Each bird has its purpose. Each thing God made has a place and witness
to the author of life.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">As we grew in age, we also grew in our wanting to be like dad. He would go on these
adventures called deer hunts. We knew that he lit up when he talked about spending nights
camping and hunting deer. We would ask, “Can we go?” So, eventually dad would agree. He
would say, “We’re going on a deer hunt, but first I have to teach you to walk soft and quiet.” He
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">would take us on “hunts” out at Grandma Randall’s where we were suppose to be so quiet with
our walking we wouldn’t scare the deer.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Soon enough we were. The next weekend would come and he would o</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">er, “You girls want to
go on a deer hunt?” Of course we would say yes! So the next lesson was to follow signs or as I
know now, PAY ATTENTION. Dad would speed up his pace and we would still be trying to soft
walk and fall behind to where we couldn’t see him. Eventually becoming frightened and I can
still see the three of us crying together because we thought we were lost. He quickly
reappeared, reassuring us he was always right there. Even when we couldn’t see him.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Dad knew it would take time to train us in all the skills needed, not only to hunt but to camp.
So after our tracking skills advanced we had to learn about camping basics. How to stake a
tent and how to dig a trench and how to use the bathroom in the woods. Leaves of three let
them be. How to chop firewood. How to keep a fire going in the rain. So many weekends to
learn but to laugh and enjoy each other.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">I think the three of us knew it was getting close to actually hunting when dad signed us up for
gun safety school in a summer. He and Uncle Cli</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ord had taken us out on the land to learn to
shoot. To be calm and breath. To never point a gun at a person. But the thrill of being at the top
of the class when we finished was something I know my dad was proud of. We were serious.
We also knew it was a serious responsibility to handle a weapon. No nonsense.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Now, I think we knew deer hunting was about getting deer meat. But the fact of killing Bambi
was eventually a bit much for any of us to actually pursue. Yet, we o</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ered to go along on the
hunts just as well. Because after all, we did know how to keep camp and to fish and to chop
wood and we could be an awful lot of help.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Let me tell you the stories of deer hunting and actually camping are two totally di</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">erent things.
Which I know, I’m speaking to the choir in this room. But it meant a lot to us girls that Dad
included us on his adventures to taste and see the goodness of the Lord. To see the world
sparkle when the winter ice storm froze us up in the mountain. To listen to the bubbling creek
while the crow scare the deer away. To jam with Uncle Marc while he played guitar. To drink hot
chocolate on a foggy morning.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Much like the di</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">erence in hearing the word of the Lord is one experience. So is the vital
importance we each take our precious time on this planet to do good to our neighbors, to
share with those who need, help to encourage the broken hearted. I encourage each of you to
not just be idle with your breath but to be a part of the bigger story of hope, love and peace.
Dad had a way of always creating days of things to look forward to. He was patient with us.
With three girls there were always lots of questions to answer
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">... like...<br />
“Dad what is delicious jerky made of?” “Bambi.” “Deer? What?!”<br />
“Dad if God made us, then who made God?” “Well, when you get to Heaven you can find out.”
</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt; font-style: italic;">The Lord’s deeds are great, eagerly awaited by all who desire them. </span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Psalm 111:2
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Let me continue with a verse from Jerimiah 6:16 The Lord said to His people, “You are standing
at the crossroads, so consider your path, ask for the ancient paths, where the good way is; and
walk in it and find rest for your souls.”
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Rest for your souls
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">This summer Brandy and I were able to take dad on a lot of road trips. Because he wasn’t able
to walk much, we basically drove route 66 from Vinita to Elk City. Boy, it was fun to hear about
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">the di</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">erent places Dad had lived as a boy. We also drove from Stillwater to Idabel and
everywhere in-between.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">We came across a family diary and Reading Grandma Randall’s family journal, how cool to see
the story of the land run. (The amount of dead horses was shocking!) How fun to hear of our
own Christian heritage. One woman would walk to church if she didn’t have a ride. This was a
di</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">erence Dad and I had-I never understood why he wouldn’t come to church with us. I asked
him one day, “Wouldn’t he like to go?” He told me he felt closer to God when he was out in the
woods than on a pew bench. And I never questioned or asked him again. We could both take
our own path with Jesus.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">The older I get the more I understand the solitude one needs to spend with the Lord. I love how
Jesus repeatedly would go o</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff </span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">to the mountain to pray and would find a place, Alone. Perhaps
you have to come to a place in your own faith journey where you need to reflect and look to the
birds. Are you in the crossroads of life and need a light to guide you in a dark season? May I
encourage you to be present with the breath God has given you? May I boldly encourage you
to sit on a hillside and know that God is near.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">In the last weeks, Dad was enjoying fudgecicles and koolaid.
Watching John Wayne movies and football.<br />
Spoiling that ol Oden.<br />
He was so proud of his grandkids.</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOyMOukiHmTaqUA_c59-W0EG7MzgGylxVbxzZl8aJSqzV3h0AysUYUjdJ4uyaAkgkdyAlOEqTbQhRDM36LtMqCxjdpO0Ymxt-Yw-wcZHR3ny3PWnwHg3e1DfBdPNYy3s5b8y41JagsMnwWZVTIx15BOnEdpXPneIhdCNEjoKqA1e962-cVtJtV3T7ynM6/s4032/IMG_9164.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="4032" data-original-width="3024" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXOyMOukiHmTaqUA_c59-W0EG7MzgGylxVbxzZl8aJSqzV3h0AysUYUjdJ4uyaAkgkdyAlOEqTbQhRDM36LtMqCxjdpO0Ymxt-Yw-wcZHR3ny3PWnwHg3e1DfBdPNYy3s5b8y41JagsMnwWZVTIx15BOnEdpXPneIhdCNEjoKqA1e962-cVtJtV3T7ynM6/s320/IMG_9164.jpg" width="240" /></a></p>
<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">I’ld always ask him, “Is there anything else I can get you dad?”
One night he said, “Just more time.”
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">Jesus reminds us to look at the birds in the sky. They do not sow or reap or gather into barns.
Yet your heavenly father feeds them. Aren’t you more valuable than they are? The scripture tells
us in Heaven, God will wipe away every tear from their eyes, there shall be no more death nor
sorrow, nor crying. There shall be no more pain, for the former things have passed away.
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<p><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">I know dad is with the Lord, fully restored, no longer su</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ff</span><span style="font-family: 'HelveticaNeue'; font-size: 11pt;">ering.<br />
May the peace of Christ comfort your hearts. May the beautiful world remind you to seek God
in each breath.
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</div>Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00897948021769728058noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-22275089195220583212015-04-29T08:47:00.000-04:002015-04-29T08:49:43.188-04:00Mary and the caterpillarsWe are enjoying our new home very much. It's funny getting used to things in a new home. For instance, we knew there was a train track that ran through town. What we didn't know was that there is freight train that blows its horn at 3 am as it passes. We are adjusting to the sound of it, but some nights when it wakes momma she has a hard time going back to sleep. Last night was one of those nights.<br />
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I am beginning to count on the train wake up as a special meeting time with God that was arranged. I usually start by listing my thankful blessings. Naming them one by one- family, husband, daughter, sisters, nieces, nephew, mom, dad, family extended, friends, neighbors, community. When I have reached a place where my heart is still I count my material blessings- things of this earth that I don't need & things that are needed like health and a hedge of protection - God has blessed us with these because of his goodness. As my heart waits and listens again I ask God for help. Help to be kind & joyful, to be a light for my family, For God to bless my husband, To be with those who I cannot be with, for sleep, and now I pray for God to be with my Little One to guide and help her. The best part of these chats with God by Train is the place when He speaks to my heart. The place where Satin tries to break up our meeting with thoughts of violence and pain and suffering. I turn those thoughts to God - be with the Christians who are suffering persecution, be with the cities who won't be sleeping because of war, be with the hungry children, be with the mother who just lost her baby, be with hurting families who I know. As Satan sees he's defeated tonight on his attempt to cause me to ponder on life as a depressing state of being I Hear God call my name.<br />
"Candace, my child, thank you for this time together, thank you for loving me. I want to tell you a story. Remember those caterpillars downstairs that are in this season of darkness. I wanted to show you something about myself. You see the caterpillar is a lot like Mary. When I call them to do this life change of metamorphosis, they really have no idea what to expect. Yet, like Mary they turn their eyes to the heavens and say I am the Lord's servant. Let it be to me as you say. So they one by one as I call them come to a place and begin the long hard journey of building their chrysalis. They don't argue or feel regret. They dutifully, diligently and determinedly go into a season of darkness. Can you imagine if the caterpillar tried to argue with me- they might say but God look at all this food we can still eat, or why would we ever want to fly around when we have these cool suction cup feet, or we would be all alone in a chrysalis. I am reminded of the old gospel tune, Turn your Eyes Upon Jesus. - turn your eyes upon Jesus, look full in His wonderful face and the things of earth will grow strangely dim, in the light of his glory and grace.-- My peace I give to you."<br />
I smile and know that all is well with my soul. God is good. It is so easy to fall into a hole of darkness, a trap that was set by satan to confuse or scare you but when you place your eyes directly on the face of Jesus- The things of this earth do grow strangely dim. God knows my path and my destiny and holds me in his hand as he holds the caterpillar.<br />
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"Therefore, let us offer through Jesus a continual sacrifice of praise to God, proclaiming our allegiance to his name." Hebrews 13:15<br />
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Virghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/00078285442433107536noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-47634884069374068432015-01-19T19:53:00.000-05:002015-03-20T19:54:39.635-04:00Pool Party Birthday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We had a great time checking out the indoor water park for a friends birthday.Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-4748171539984695902015-01-17T19:52:00.000-05:002015-03-20T19:52:24.144-04:00Icy day at the zoo<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So since the movie broke we decided to use our zoo passes that were getting ready to expire.......Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-32394455678104831532015-01-17T19:49:00.000-05:002015-03-20T19:51:21.584-04:00What Happens to The BEAR!!!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So a first for the Prewitt's.... the movie broke right in the middle of the movie..... So they gave everyone free movie vouchers to use on another day........ Goodness, I just want to know what happened to the bear......<br />
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<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-43260827458804057892015-01-16T19:52:00.000-05:002015-03-20T19:53:28.828-04:00Apple Pie for Dad<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Dad's been on the road a bit so we decided to surprise him with making an apple pie. Lola likes baking:)Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-48568371666276724172015-01-16T19:49:00.000-05:002015-03-20T19:49:36.930-04:00Macaroni Lion<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Musical Cinderella, chipotle for dinner, what a fun night:)<br />
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As we have been cleaning out the basement, we found this old box. The Prewitt in my child decided to turn it into a race car but not just any race car, a stair racer. We had the rabbit give it a few test runs.<br />
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I'm sure it goes without saying that for days after watching the circus our little Doll wanted to reinact every scene from the circus:) Thanks Ms Robin for the tickets!!<br />
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For a quick science project we tried doing this grow your own cube kit. It said the cubes would grow in a short while. I thought it meant an hour ... it really meant a couple of days. But it was fun to play with once they did grow.<br />
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Since my birthday was going to be in the middle of the week, we decided to have our little party early in the weekend. It turns out this is a great idea, because you get to eat cake all week before your birthday too. Thanks for the cake!!<br />
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We ventured across state borders to check out who was the new American Girl for 2015. It turns out to be someone who likes to bake. So they were giving away free little doll aprons. After touring the shop we headed over to Rockefeller Plaza to try a bit of ice skating. While we were waiting our turn, a guy proposed to his girlfriend. Everyone around the rink cheered and applauded. It was really cute. On the drive home we saw a nice sunset.<br />
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<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-79730834484059816002014-12-31T19:23:00.000-05:002015-03-20T19:23:23.055-04:0010, 9, 8, 7, We stayed at a hotel that had a very peculiar door message. After collecting snacks and eating them- We rallied together to keep each other awake until the ball dropped.<br />
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What a great hands on museum. We really had a great time learning and exploring at this little museum. The take home science project where you make an Olaf snowman was really cool.<br />
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<br />Candacehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11450486564305868908noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8097315977933833021.post-19077639814435726452014-12-30T18:57:00.000-05:002015-03-20T18:57:34.678-04:00Liberty Bell Church<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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We visited this really great museum. They had an incredible Christmas puppet show and afterwards there was a little history about the liberty bell museum. During the Revolutionary war the Liberty bell was hidden under the floorboards of this church.<br />
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We learned about how in the old days your gifts would be attached to the tree and all of the ornaments would have been made by hand. It was really fun little side trip.<br />
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Following Christmas are days filled with enjoyment of gifts. We love puzzles and so to have several new ones to do made it all the more fun.<br />
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Martha Stewart's sugar cookie recipe never fails:) </div>
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We had a great time of rolling and punching them out, but I think the best part is the decorating :) </div>
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well, maybe the eating of them:)</div>
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We went with to Granny's church for the Candlelight service. How peaceful it is to sing Silent Night.</div>
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