<?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-7509197665977265889</id><updated>2011-11-27T03:16:06.963-08:00</updated><category term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><category term='school'/><category term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><category term='homeschooling'/><category term='******'/><title type='text'>Bekki's Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-6296905048213305440</id><published>2009-11-20T07:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T07:31:26.469-08:00</updated><title type='text'>jonah's Birthday</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was jonah's 9th birthday party! But he didn't know it until he came home from school and saw his beautiful cake on the table with his presents. Then he came over to me and said , bekki , "I saw my birthday stuff out but i don't know when were having my birthday party!"when are we having it ? I said to jonah "were having it today" You should of been there to&lt;br /&gt;see what I saw ... the big smile on jonah's face. He was like yess give me a hug . It was so cute ! Oh yeah and when it was cake time jonah had so many candles on his cake. 21 candles to be exact they were colorful so they made the cake look really cool. The family gathered around to sing happy birthday to jonah but in a very off key . hahaha. it was funny. Jonah then blew out his candles and we all yelled *YAY*. MMMmmm the cake was so declicous, so most , so soft . That cake went down my stomach pretty fast . My tummy agreed that it was good . After cake time it was present time. This was Jonah's favorite part I could tell by the expression on his face .  A bunch of cool presents lay in front of jonah on the table. Only did me , abby , matthew and mary know what they were... cause we shopped for them with my mom at walmart. A skooter with cool blue wheel, a midnight club game for the playstation 3 and a pair of shoes. While jonah was opening his presents we all gathered around him and my mom took pics. This day was awesome !! I love you , jonah :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-6296905048213305440?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6296905048213305440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=6296905048213305440&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6296905048213305440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6296905048213305440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2009/11/jonahs-birthday.html' title='jonah&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-5219030687219447367</id><published>2009-10-27T09:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T09:56:01.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Fun Day</title><content type='html'>Today me and my mom went to walmart so she could get her hair trimmed. My mom was so excited. I was pretty excited for her as well.  When we got there we had to shop a little cause the salon wasn't open yet. They usually open up around ten . So in the mean time me and my mom went shopping for a little bit while we waited. Next thing we know its way past ten and the stylist is still not there. Omgosh . come on , lady . Your suppose to be running the business and your late . Puh .. that's what i call bad serivice. :( Me and my mom ended up leaving but on our way out we went to Mcdonalds in walmart and had a yogurt with fruit . Yummmy! it was good. The lady taking our order was really nice and helped us out . Her name was chris . Yeah , my mom was talking to her and how the salon wasn't open . Chris told my us that there was a place where she takes her niece. Just across called holiday bronze. So we went there to see if it was open and sure enought it was. Yesss!!! While mommy was getting her hair down I read a few&lt;br /&gt;magazines.  As soon as the lady was done with my mom's hair looked awesome .... I love it. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-5219030687219447367?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5219030687219447367/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=5219030687219447367&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/5219030687219447367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/5219030687219447367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/fun-day.html' title='Fun Day'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-522368894352642175</id><published>2009-10-26T10:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T10:45:59.122-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>The colors are changing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Its about that time when it get's cooler and the leaves start to change.&lt;/span&gt; I love when the leaves change to different colors like orange, red  and yellow. . Its so beautiful.  The more colors , the more excitement.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-522368894352642175?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/522368894352642175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=522368894352642175&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/522368894352642175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/522368894352642175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2009/10/colors-are-changing.html' title='The colors are changing'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-8589175978432817650</id><published>2009-03-12T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T10:25:05.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Is God speaking to me ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Lately,&lt;/strong&gt; I've been having sometime with &lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt; and really talking to him . Everyday when I get into my time with &lt;strong&gt;God &lt;/strong&gt;and ask him all kinds of things that are on my mind.  There has been so much on my mind lately about times when in situtations I could do somethng about them to make them better. Well for some reason those situtations that I  went through I think about a lot they just seem to always come to mind. I've learned the hard way from experience because God is saying &lt;strong&gt;''Bekki you know what you did was wrong but that doesn't mean there isn't going to be any punishment''.&lt;/strong&gt; Sometimes after I realize I've done something wrong rarely do I actually think about the punishment or consequances that i'm going to have. Often when getting the punishement that I deserve i'm truly not always the one to take it well. Feeling&lt;br /&gt;like maybe God  is being to harsh on me but he's not . Just a simple way of saying life is going to be unfair wether we want it to or not. Through all my past bad but  good memories God is speaking to me trying to tell me something. Whenever a memory comes up from the past that is&lt;br /&gt;is maybe not so good it's come to my attention for varius reasons. If its a bad one and it tears up my eyes to think about it. Its okay . I've been wondering why this is now all the sudden really grabbing my attention yet that i do not know. In time will I understand what God is trying to tell me. The reason I think God is trying to bring these memories is for a good reason he wants me to have another chance . When I say he wants to give me another chance I mean  even though many , many,  many, times God has given me more than enough chances and yet I screwed up. He says you can still make the time to do whatever it is you think you did wrong and maybe try to make things better.  If anything yes I would like to be able to make things a lot better. I've aready been trying to reach to find the courage to tell so many people&lt;strong&gt; I'm sorry&lt;/strong&gt; . When the time , day and moment is right I'll make it happen. Meanwhile I'm trying to find the right words for how much pain I caused many people.  I'm praying that whenever it's time God will help me&lt;br /&gt;do the right thing this time , say the right things time and be more like a christian this time . I'm going to do the right thing this time. Nothing impossible with God !!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-8589175978432817650?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8589175978432817650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=8589175978432817650&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8589175978432817650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8589175978432817650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2009/03/is-god-speaking-to-me.html' title='Is God speaking to me ?'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-4275385593600090249</id><published>2008-10-29T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T08:43:51.972-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Trusting God In A Change</title><content type='html'>I've learned something really big about trusting God  in the hard times we go through. In my opinion it all is  a test God is testing you to see how u will react to the that situation. Will you think of the negative or the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;postive&lt;/span&gt; or believe in him or not. Having faith in him  would be something good to do in a time like that. If God puts u through something hard most likely there's a reason and we don't always know what that is. But God says if you believe in me and believe that I have the power and ability to do &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;anyting&lt;/span&gt; , he knows what's best. Many times it's hard for us to understand that because all we do is think of the negative so we never see what God has in store for us what he wants us to do. I know it was so hard for my family to trust God in the time we had things just kept getting worse and we didn't know why. Sometimes I didn't know what to do I was never so positive about it. When my dad lost his job it was pretty bad but I thought things would be so simple from then on I kept praying and asking God for help. At many times I wanted to give up only because it seemed like nothing was being done. I realized something after that who would I be to give up on God after what he's done for me . He payed my ransom for what I did he has always been true to me , protected me , lead me and never gave me up on me even though I let him down. There is so many times I could think of when I let God down but he still gave effort to love me and care for me. God has inspired me in so many ways to be more like him in a way that would be pleasing. He helps me to realize not to be so quick to give up on people even when it's hard. We have to learn to be strong when we fell like letting people go and so weakness. After a while I realized I  need to do what God wants me to do go we he needs me. My mom really helped me she kept telling me remember when God told Jonah  to go to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Nineveh&lt;/span&gt;and he refused. In the consequence came out of that was he was gobbled up into the belly of a whale. He was in his belly for three days and I knew if I refused like Jonah did I would be stuck in punishment also and i didn't want that to happen. I prayed to God and asked him to forgive me for  being so rude they way I was I was only thinking about what I thought was best. Some how though I knew what I that was the best for wasn't God knew what was. God knew I was going to be like that and knew I would feel guilty for the way I acted. I had a dream about moving we got a paper in the mail saying we got the house. God was telling me something he was like a voice echoing saying you know what u need to do . Next thing I'm kneeling on the ground asking God to show me what it is he wants for me telling him I'll do what he says telling him I was sorry I tried to ignore what he knew what was best for me. I have to say we are so lucky to have a God who is always forgiving God forgives us even when we don't deserve it. My life is in Gods hands what ever decides it's right for me and I will follow after.  :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-4275385593600090249?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4275385593600090249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=4275385593600090249&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4275385593600090249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4275385593600090249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/10/trusting-god-in-change.html' title='Trusting God In A Change'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-8711257244507941775</id><published>2008-09-22T10:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T10:27:30.259-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>Wedding party</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday we had a wedding a party for my sister  Sarah and her husband Curtis. It was so fun we had a couple of people come over and we had lots of food to go around. It was even better because my best friend Mikeala came over . So we all got our food and went to the back tv room and watched America's Funniest Videos . I had the best time I was laughing my head off and my stomach started hurting. Every loved it and we enjoyed eating our food . Im still stuck on the fact that my sister Sarah is married my sister is growing up wow! This is all so different for me now that my sister is married. My mom is so great that she made is possible for the best wedding party that my sister could ever have. There was a lot of cooking and cleaning involved but it was al worth it because we celebrated a marriage that was great.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-8711257244507941775?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8711257244507941775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=8711257244507941775&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8711257244507941775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8711257244507941775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/wedding-party.html' title='Wedding party'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-3082475789820694527</id><published>2008-09-05T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-05T06:56:02.563-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Fantastic Friday</title><content type='html'>Today Rachel , Olivia , Elijah and julius are coming over and maybe  Mrs. Michelle. We are going to have a fun day today were are going to make paper sunglass raindrops eat pancakes and suasage which of course is my favorite part. Ilove to eat. Then were are going to watch Nims Island this is going to be so fun. Ican't wait to see my nephews and niece I adore them there are so cute I love having them over it makes things more exciting. Were get to see Rachel and the munchins ever Friday. That's when I get excited on the weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-3082475789820694527?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3082475789820694527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=3082475789820694527&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/3082475789820694527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/3082475789820694527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/09/fantastic-friday.html' title='Fantastic Friday'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-6170327043337809978</id><published>2008-08-23T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T06:31:16.291-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Homeschooled</title><content type='html'>This year I am going to be homeschooled with my three younger brothers and my younger sister Hannah. We are going to do all kinds of neat stuff this year like the rock cycle and the different kinds of rocks . It's going to be a lot better than going to public school because this way I can help my mom at home . Every friday my niece and nephes are going to come over which makes it even better I love to hang out with them so cute and cuddly. Some times we might have homeschool parties and hang out with our homeschool friends and get together and do a craft or something. I know there's a lot Im going to enojoy. Knowing already what's going to happen shows that there's going to be a good year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-6170327043337809978?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6170327043337809978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=6170327043337809978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6170327043337809978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6170327043337809978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/homeschooled.html' title='Homeschooled'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-2669397619174827960</id><published>2008-08-19T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T16:25:27.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Daily Devotions</title><content type='html'>Ever week for everyday of the week I do a lesson for each part of the day.  This daily devotions really help because they help you learn more about what God wants you to do. Last week our lesson was about prejudice and how you shouldn't judge people on the outside it's what's in the heart that matters the most. Mrs. Treasy spilt our sunday school class into groups to do skits and one of them was about the good samaritan . How there was a man who got beat up on the side of the road and a person walked by and say him and walked away . Another man came did the same saw that he was bruised and beat and walked away but one more person came by a samaritain he saw the man lying there and picked him up and took him into an inn to rest. We should all be like the samaritan who helped him God accepts us why can't we except others just as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-2669397619174827960?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2669397619174827960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=2669397619174827960&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/2669397619174827960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/2669397619174827960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/daily-devotions.html' title='Daily Devotions'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-8143210307223893772</id><published>2008-08-02T06:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-02T07:35:50.668-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>Learning to trust God through struggles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJRwpk7eUHI/AAAAAAAAADo/vQoE_8qlaPo/s1600-h/bible+verse.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJRwaZ7Ev9I/AAAAAAAAADg/9bvOOCTVQS4/s1600-h/bible+verse.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Did you ever have a time where you were struggling in a situation that you did'nt know how to handle it? Maybe at the time you were thinking that things were never going to get better or you lost trust in God. I have felt that way alot of times. I thought that because things were getting worser that I didn't know were the problem would lead to. Often I would pray to God as much as I could to get some kind of answer. God didn't always answer my prayer the way I wanted him to but he did answer it in such a way I would of never realized. I Rember last year in 7th grade I came to many stuggles and didn't quite know why. At the time it has always felt as though I was falling apart. Public school was never had been something Ienjoyed In fact I hated it. There was always something I stuggling with One day it could be deciding which way to go for Example going with what everyone else is doing because everyone thinks it's cool or doing the right thing and do what's best for your self only cause you know you feel better. There is so much more things I could list everyday I felt like it wasn't worth go to school to face another problem. This was really hard for me to understand what God was trying to tell me so I prayed a lot and hoped things would get better. God has answered my prayer and I think the answer is that God knows a better place for me and that is at home being homeschooled. I've learned alot about life and sometimes i had to learn it the hard way so God could show me what I needed to fix to become closer to him and in a way that would be pleasing to him. God will always be there when you need him to when no one else can that's why we should always look to him for the answers because he God he knows what he's doing. Don't ever stop trusting in God because then you will lose all you have of yourself and God. My opinion on Why God puts us in times of trouble so that we will know who's in control, who is God and the only true God and that when we have a struggle God uses us in a that struggle to belive that he will be the one you can count on no matter what we face in life. Praise God !&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-8143210307223893772?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8143210307223893772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=8143210307223893772&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8143210307223893772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8143210307223893772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/08/learning-to-trust-god-through-struggles.html' title='Learning to trust God through struggles'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-8818968847621848390</id><published>2008-07-30T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T10:44:44.613-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Cool Drawings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJH5yuUCxEI/AAAAAAAAABo/Yl0HTxZoN64/s1600-h/cornerstone+baptist+church.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJEJ5CK_F3I/AAAAAAAAABU/qthCcmDpX9Y/s1600-h/cornerstone+baptist+church.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJDt_xXR3OI/AAAAAAAAABM/NckCMe8avp0/s1600-h/sailing.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229234765829987330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="308" alt="" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJH5UFhrXAI/AAAAAAAAABg/xOZuPNHDQKQ/s400/cornerstone+baptist+church.bmp" width="414" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;One of my favorite hobbies is to draw I'm really good at least that's what everyone says. Whenever I have free time I like to draw it's fun and I can be really creative. My mom and my brothers and sisters are always saying I'm good and that's a compliment that's great to hear. Right now I'm trying to challenge myself and draw pictures to higher step it's &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;differently&lt;/span&gt; not easy. My drawing gets better and better with a little more practice. Soon I'll be really good after I've been drawing for a while. When I see a drawing that's really good hanging up some where It inspires me even more. So far I've drawn some simple pictures on paint that are pretty good at least at first when get use to drawing with the mouse . You can get a better feel of what it's like to use the mouse instead of a pencil which your more use to . Above are some pictures I did and planning to do some more but with more detail showing &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;improvement&lt;/span&gt;. I might get some real pictures drawn by hand in to . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-8818968847621848390?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8818968847621848390/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=8818968847621848390&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8818968847621848390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8818968847621848390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/cool-drawings.html' title='Cool Drawings'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SJH5UFhrXAI/AAAAAAAAABg/xOZuPNHDQKQ/s72-c/cornerstone+baptist+church.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-4508508399071244656</id><published>2008-07-29T13:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:41:54.464-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>Friends at church</title><content type='html'>I have a few friends at Cornerstone baptist church . The people are Ben Golden , Lydia Golden , Holly Golden , Kyle Brown and Joe Golden . These people are such good friends to me I mean I never had any friends at school so it's good to have friends at church . Everysunday Ilove seeing them it's fun chatting with them when I have time which is almost always. I tell you the good things about them. First is Ben Golden he is so funny like sometimes when I see him he'll be doing funny little dance it makes me laugh . It shows me he has a cool side to him he'll even say hi to me when he sees me. Ben has a very interesting pesonality and he's always nice. Kyle Brown is cool he gives me high fives and says hi he'll say nice things to me like your cool . It's great for people to say great words to you that make you smile. Lydia is so sweet sometimes I'll play games with her and pretend Im driving a car and pop my wheels and she'll laugh. She's so adorable I just wanna give lots of hugs. Holly Golden will chat with me and will talk about jewelry and clothes stuff like that . Sometimes will get Ben and Lydia and a few other people to play tag or something with us it's fun. Joe Golden is da bomb he's friendly he say funny things and make you feel good and smile. Iknow I can always talk to Joe about anything when I need someone to talk to . Friends are great I could say so much more about each and everyone but that would take a while.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-4508508399071244656?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4508508399071244656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=4508508399071244656&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4508508399071244656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4508508399071244656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/friends-at-church.html' title='Friends at church'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-1093544998903711423</id><published>2008-07-29T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:08:04.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-1093544998903711423?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1093544998903711423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=1093544998903711423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/1093544998903711423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/1093544998903711423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-4697693819033093849</id><published>2008-07-28T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T13:10:59.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a price God has paid</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5eG-Y0HXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ZPZBnIvcy8/s1600-h/Jesus+died+for+us.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228219691343027570" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 330px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 209px" height="197" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5eG-Y0HXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ZPZBnIvcy8/s320/Jesus+died+for+us.bmp" width="330" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;What a powerful ,worthy and mighty God we have. God has done such an amazing thing for all of us. He died on the cross for all of our sins he paid the ransom for what we did even when we didn't deserve it. Nobody I know could do that not anyone . Jesus was nailed to the cross in his hands and feet with a crown of thorns on his head. And yet knowing that I have a true god who cares about me. God didn't have to do anything for us but his does because he cares and loves us that much. I just think that it is so amazing how God has be so good to his people . He's always with us through hard times when we mess up. He never lets us done that's why he is a better friend to me than anyone . Whenever your friends aren't around he's their when you need him the most. It's like I've heard friends come and go but God is always their. Why wouldn't anyone want to live for God after all he has done for you ? God is good all the time and will always be through out my life. We should praise God all the time even through bad times because he going to help.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-4697693819033093849?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4697693819033093849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=4697693819033093849&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4697693819033093849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4697693819033093849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-price-god-has-paid.html' title='What a price God has paid'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5eG-Y0HXI/AAAAAAAAAA0/2ZPZBnIvcy8/s72-c/Jesus+died+for+us.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-4657428591658097948</id><published>2008-07-28T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T16:39:13.052-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>Lettting go when it's hard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5Ylx-0AII/AAAAAAAAAAs/0umAlBfJ9eE/s1600-h/arested+time.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228213623518920834" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5Ylx-0AII/AAAAAAAAAAs/0umAlBfJ9eE/s320/arested+time.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5Tn8ptSpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/3g49IR6Gh4c/s1600-h/arested+time.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've been thinking lately about what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt; said. What &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Jeff&lt;/span&gt; had said yesterday night really caught my attention . He said that even when its hard to let people in your life that aren't good you need to let go . I thought about it the whole night it was hard on me. I had been thinking about one of my friends that I had made towards the end of the year. Her name was Amber . She was new to the school and I saw her and thought to myself I should be a friend to her . I mean she had no friends and i knew what it was like to not have friends at all for 2 years in middle school. One day Went up to her said hi and a few other words we began to talk the next again and so on. It was not until a few months after I knew her that I realized something. Amber had started &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; poems to me that were really good I mean she was good. So I asked her to make me copies of her poems and she did. Finally it came it struck me just like that her poems were saying bad and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;unnecessary&lt;/span&gt; things. Then on from that day I knew I shouldn't take her poems anymore because it kept happening . But the worst thing I did was never tell her that I couldn't take the poems any more. She had also done something really bad that I won't ever forget. I don't know if I could forgive her . I'll do it even if it's the hardest thing to do. Now I finally realize that you should always be careful of who you keep as a friend. I love her dearly but I can't settle to have a relationship with her anymore because of what might happen. It's the right thing to do but yet I know it's going to be hard to tell her. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;No one&lt;/span&gt; ever likes telling someone that you can't see or be a part of their life anymore. The one good thing about this is I want to be closer to God and I don't think I can if I would be making friends with someone who wouldn't be pleasing to God . I have to do what's right &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;especaily&lt;/span&gt;when am a christian. I've prayed about and I know God is telling me to do it . God can always help you in a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;decision&lt;/span&gt; of what to do . I thank him for helping work this out . Praise God!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-4657428591658097948?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4657428591658097948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=4657428591658097948&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4657428591658097948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4657428591658097948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/lettting-go-when-its-hard.html' title='Lettting go when it&apos;s hard'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5Ylx-0AII/AAAAAAAAAAs/0umAlBfJ9eE/s72-c/arested+time.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-5183951510296093907</id><published>2008-07-28T05:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T05:48:33.628-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='written by Rebekah Beaver'/><title type='text'>God Has Changed Me</title><content type='html'>This is the story of how God has changed me and what new and wonderful creation i am know. When I first got adopted I was two and I had never heard about being saved until I had been living with my family for 6yrs years .When I was eight years old I had accepted Jesus Christ as my savior. My sister Rachel had told me about him and told me all the wonderful things he has done for us and we didn't deserve it . I know that if I never had been adopted into such a &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://creativelydifferentbywanda.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/Jesus-dies-on-cross-pose.325102025_std.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://creativelydifferentbywanda.com/mission&amp;amp;h=417&amp;amp;w=288&amp;amp;sz=30&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;tbnid=v4qeymdPKy1sIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=125&amp;amp;tbnw=86&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Djesus%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcross%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;wonderful christain family i don't know where i would be right know . I thank God for blessing me with such wonderful and loving parents. I love my parents for all they do to raise me right I wont forget the day the took me into their home and cared for me. God has so many things for you in store . I've been blessed so much and I praise God because he is worthy to be praised. When God blesses you he doesn't just bless you so you can be blessed . God blesses you so that you will go back to him for what he's done. God has done such a wonderful thing for all of us even when we didn't deserve it he died on the cross for our sins . He paid the price for our sins what amazing God we have to thank and glorify . &lt;a href="http://images.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://creativelydifferentbywanda.com/yahoo_site_admin/assets/images/Jesus-dies-on-cross-pose.325102025_std.jpg&amp;amp;imgrefurl=http://creativelydifferentbywanda.com/mission&amp;amp;h=417&amp;amp;w=288&amp;amp;sz=30&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;start=1&amp;amp;tbnid=v4qeymdPKy1sIM:&amp;amp;tbnh=125&amp;amp;tbnw=86&amp;amp;prev=/images%3Fq%3Djesus%2Bon%2Bthe%2Bcross%26gbv%3D2%26hl%3Den%26sa%3DX"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-5183951510296093907?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5183951510296093907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=5183951510296093907&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/5183951510296093907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/5183951510296093907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-has-changed-me.html' title='God Has Changed Me'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-6877335314753862464</id><published>2008-07-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:24:13.889-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>AWESOME JOE GOLDEN :]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/SI5jJG1A-6I/AAAAAAAAABE/9d_0nGlPG-g/s1600-h/smiley+face.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Joe Golden is so awesome he is so friendly every sunday he comes up to me and greets me . Joe is friendly to everyone and I love people who put themsevles out there and be a friendly person. I guess it gives people an idea of what kind of person you are . A person who greets with a smile and a friendly shake. I wanna be friendly like Joe and greet people but I guess sometimes I don't have enough courage to do it . Well I guess you have to take risks and try things . Joe Golden has a wonderful singing voice and can play the guitar I even heard her performed for over 100 people some where around there maybe even more. I don't really remember. Joe Golden will sometimes sing a song to the church befor the service it is so great . He coming out with cd I can't wait until it comes out I'll even get him to sign mine. I know he cd is going to be amazing exspecaily if he has such an amazing voice . Oh, yeah JOE YOU ROCK !!................ Joe makes a great idol oh, Yeah !...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Joe makes a good roll model.:]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333333;"&gt;GOOD LUCK!!.....................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-6877335314753862464?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6877335314753862464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=6877335314753862464&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6877335314753862464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6877335314753862464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/07/awesome-joe-golden.html' title='AWESOME JOE GOLDEN :]'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-5476462819342935533</id><published>2008-06-22T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T18:46:31.103-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>BEING GLAD OF WHO YOU ARE</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Say someone came up too you and asked you a question like who do you want to be like and you where like that person for your whole life WOW!.. This might be a hard decision for you because you could not change back . I know for sure what I would say my answer would be myself why &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;because&lt;/span&gt; I like who I am , God has made me special and every talent and ability I have I thank him for . &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;There's&lt;/span&gt; always someone around saying I wish I was her or him that person might look pretty or good looking , have a great talent , be really smart , or popular . Why? is it that everyone wants to be someone else why can't you enjoy who you are be glad of what you have . Whatever gift or ability God gave you its because he knows that was for you not for anyone else . That's what makes it so special you and only are unique because God made you and God knew what he was doing when he made you . I know for a fact that if God wanted you to be that person that you admire who would of made you that person . God knows what he is doing and most &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;definitely&lt;/span&gt; he knows whats best. Did you know that all the people that are rich , smart ,popular, talented and pretty &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; have everything? I don't think that if I was somebody else I would like it no matter what they have. Do you ever think if that person is a good roll model if you are a christian &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;you' ll&lt;/span&gt; want a roll model that would be &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;glorifying&lt;/span&gt; God. Don't ever think that you not someone because you don't have a rich house , or popularity . I always say it doesn't matter what people say or think because to God I know that I am someone that has a God that loves me and takes care of me . For a fact God knows &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; someone that's the beauty . Now try to really think who you want to be the next time some wants to make you do wrong you can say is this who I really am doing this .&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-5476462819342935533?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/5476462819342935533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=5476462819342935533&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/5476462819342935533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/5476462819342935533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/being-myself.html' title='BEING GLAD OF WHO YOU ARE'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-8374568929875322364</id><published>2008-06-22T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-22T14:49:23.077-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='******'/><title type='text'>Jubilee Day</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;On the nineteenth of June which was a thursday we had Jubilee Day. I had been waiting forever for this very day and it had finally come. Every year I save up my money for Jubilee Day because it is the big fair in town where you can buy all kinds of things. This year my wonderful dad also had given my and my brothers and sisters 10 dollars each, we could spend it on anything that we wanted. I bought jewelry at Jubilee Day for a cheap price it was good jewelry too. My favorite thing that i got was a mood ring i love it so much that I probably will never take it off . At least I think I wont I dont want to lose it I can even give it up. I can always depend on a great Jubilee Day. This at least gets me some where to go and get out of the house and feel the great warmth of people around. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-8374568929875322364?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8374568929875322364/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=8374568929875322364&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8374568929875322364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8374568929875322364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2008/06/jubilee-day.html' title='Jubilee Day'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-4195764463361764384</id><published>2007-10-28T14:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-28T14:43:01.214-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>NEW Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-4195764463361764384?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/4195764463361764384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=4195764463361764384&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4195764463361764384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/4195764463361764384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-sermon.html' title='NEW Sermon'/><author><name>Bekah Joy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09740576446139159605</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5ZfMXxdESiI/TJdxmQvH8UI/AAAAAAAAAF4/ORgh0YqFeHY/S220/217+tan+black+.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-6700059515454520590</id><published>2007-09-16T17:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-17T15:22:24.979-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>Pastor's Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/Ru7-EmrkD2I/AAAAAAAABr0/Tx5u_9533jA/s1600-h/pastor+golden.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5111301982168289122" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/Ru7-EmrkD2I/AAAAAAAABr0/Tx5u_9533jA/s320/pastor+golden.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My favorite thing about Sundays is that I get to go to church and hear my&lt;br /&gt;pastor preach his great sermons . I loved &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;today's&lt;/span&gt; sermon so much that I keep smiling thinking about it. It all focused on Adam and Eve how they were in a sinless world until they made it one they only had one rule to follow and they broke it . Since they disobeyed Gods command they were sent out of the garden of good and evil. Because of Adam and Eve doing this we now as people live in a world of sin. The other part of his sermon focused on clean relationships and dating to this it gave me a well idea of what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; heading for in my life .So whenever the time comes I will know what &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;I'm&lt;/span&gt; going to expect in my life . This is one of my favorites that the pastor said he said that you &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;shouldn't&lt;/span&gt; like a person for their looks you can say love him /her but that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; mean anything . For instance girls might think there is this cute boy I really like and then they found out he acts stupid and then they feel really sorry. When you start to date a person and you want to know something about them chat ask them questions that you want to know about them. I love the way pastor makes he's sermons funny and really interesting you about what he's talking about.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-6700059515454520590?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6700059515454520590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=6700059515454520590&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6700059515454520590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6700059515454520590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/pastors-sermon_16.html' title='Pastor&apos;s Sermon'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/Ru7-EmrkD2I/AAAAAAAABr0/Tx5u_9533jA/s72-c/pastor+golden.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-2932300503320840334</id><published>2007-09-15T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-16T03:32:50.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='from Rebekah  Beaver'/><title type='text'>Rachel's new baby</title><content type='html'>My sister Rachel about a week ago just found out that she is having a baby. The baby is sure to be due in the month of May. I think whether it's a boy or girl it will probably have beautiful features just like it's parents . Im asuming Olivia and Elijah will love the fact that there going to have a new family member .&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to see what the baby is going to look like I'm sure I'll love it as much as I love Olivia and Elijah .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps: Good luck Rachel ............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-2932300503320840334?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/2932300503320840334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=2932300503320840334&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/2932300503320840334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/2932300503320840334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/rachels-new-baby.html' title='Rachel&apos;s new baby'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-6734883093340748708</id><published>2007-09-05T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:50:50.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All about me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My full name is :Rebekah Joy Beaver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Nickname: Princess&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Favorite Color: Red and black &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Favorite subject : science&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;One of myfavorite movies : Freedom Writers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;School Mechanicsburg Middle  School&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Things i like to do in my spare time are : sing ,dance, jump rope , shoot hoops , beadmaking,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;listen to music , take walks cook, swim .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Words to describe me are honest and trustworthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;My talent is spelling and drawing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I love animal i just think they are so cute and adorable .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-6734883093340748708?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/6734883093340748708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=6734883093340748708&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6734883093340748708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/6734883093340748708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-about-me.html' title='All about me'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-3133750849538382614</id><published>2007-09-05T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T16:03:25.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A friendly Rat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/Rt8vY2nPEDI/AAAAAAAABZ0/XtQBHxT123U/s1600-h/100_7759.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5106852606484877362" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/Rt8vY2nPEDI/AAAAAAAABZ0/XtQBHxT123U/s320/100_7759.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a friendly rat named conard. He enjoys eating and sleeping.He has maroon eye,light brown and white fur and it really soft when you touch him.And he has pink ears and claws. He likes to clime on his cage when he smells food.He likes zucchini. He likes to grab your finger when he is trying to smell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-3133750849538382614?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/3133750849538382614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=3133750849538382614&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/3133750849538382614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/3133750849538382614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/friendly-rat.html' title='A friendly Rat'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/Rt8vY2nPEDI/AAAAAAAABZ0/XtQBHxT123U/s72-c/100_7759.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-8268021781354527187</id><published>2007-09-05T15:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T15:34:38.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Life</title><content type='html'>Hi My name is Hannah Beaver and I'm going to tell you about my life. First of all I would like to say that I'm am glad that this family adopted me cause they are nice and they take good care of me and second I what to thank you God for making it possible for my mom and dad to adopt me thanks talk to you later bye.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-8268021781354527187?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/8268021781354527187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=8268021781354527187&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8268021781354527187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/8268021781354527187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/my-life.html' title='My Life'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7509197665977265889.post-1362127587861876948</id><published>2007-09-05T04:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T17:16:33.241-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='homeschooling'/><title type='text'>Beaver Kids!</title><content type='html'>This is a blog created for the most part because my kids were requesting their own blog. I thought a good compromise would be for them to share one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am very excited about this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7509197665977265889-1362127587861876948?l=beaverkids.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/feeds/1362127587861876948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7509197665977265889&amp;postID=1362127587861876948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/1362127587861876948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7509197665977265889/posts/default/1362127587861876948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://beaverkids.blogspot.com/2007/09/beaver-kids.html' title='Beaver Kids!'/><author><name>jen</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_e75miPijYqc/TS9HbAO15sI/AAAAAAAANOw/jAowoLmPGyI/S220/Snapshot_20101113_8.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
