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	<title>Joan C. Webb &#187; Christmas</title>
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		<title>Tired at Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 01 Dec 2011 06:33:34 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joan C Webb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[I’m a walking zombie. I remember thinking and voicing these words after months of awakening with a crying, hungry baby up to seven times a night. I also recall feeling rather alone and wondering if anybody was listening. I never dreamed I’d be so tired. 
Even in my exhaustion, I knew God was with me. [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><span style="background-color: #ffff99;"><em><a href="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Rich-Mommy-Joan-by-pool-in-Oildale-CA-bakersfield.jpg"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-1476" title="Rich &amp; Mommy Joan by pool in Oildale, CA bakersfield" src="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Rich-Mommy-Joan-by-pool-in-Oildale-CA-bakersfield.jpg" alt="Rich &amp; Mommy Joan by pool in Oildale, CA bakersfield" width="156" height="176" /></a>I’m a walking zombie.</em> </span>I remember thinking <em>and</em> voicing these words after months of awakening with a crying, hungry baby up to seven times a night. I also recall feeling rather alone and wondering if anybody was listening. <span style="background-color: #ffff99;">I never dreamed I’d be so tired. </span></p>
<p><span style="background-color: #ffff99;">Even in my exhaustion, I knew God was with me. </span>I believed my zombie days wouldn’t last forever—and they didn’t. So when I read Krista’s email about her new-mommy days, I identified.</p>
<p><em><strong>I’m Still Here!</strong></em></p>
<p><em><span style="background-color: #ffff99;">“’When my son was a baby, </span>he went through a phase like most babies do, where he would become distraught if he couldn&#8217;t see me,’ wrote Krista. “I’d walk into another room, and he’d cry. If I walked behind his bouncy seat where he couldn&#8217;t see me, he’d wail.</em></p>
<p><em><a href="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Lesia-Annika-Kirsten-8-04-0161.jpg"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1549" title="Lesia, Annika, Kirsten 8-04 016" src="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Lesia-Annika-Kirsten-8-04-0161.jpg" alt="Lesia, Annika, Kirsten 8-04 016" width="184" height="138" /></a>“One day while busy trying to finish some chores, it happened again. I moved out of view and he cried. When he couldn’t find me, he screamed louder. I felt sad for him. ‘Honey, it&#8217;s okay,’ I said, ‘I&#8217;m still here. Just because you can&#8217;t see me, doesn&#8217;t mean I left you.’</em></p>
<p><span style="background-color: #ffff99;"><em>“I gasped. Oh, my, that’s what God is saying to me</em><em>. Suddenly I felt</em><em> the love and nurture of my Heavenly Father. He assured me that even when I didn’t see evidence of His presence, He was there.”</em></span></p>
<p><strong><em>Jesus and His Mom</em></strong></p>
<p><a href="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Christmas-Mary-and-Baby-Jesus.gif"><img class="size-thumbnail wp-image-1550 alignleft" title="Christmas-Mary and Baby Jesus" src="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Christmas-Mary-and-Baby-Jesus-150x150.gif" alt="Christmas-Mary and Baby Jesus" width="150" height="150" /></a>While reading this story from my newest book, <em><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Nourishment-New-Moms-Practical-Maintaining/dp/1602609608/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">Nourishment for New Moms</a></strong></em>, it occurred to me that <span style="background-color: #ffff99;">perhaps Jesus&#8217; mother Mary got tired and overwhelmed while caring for her new infant.</span> After all, she was probably only a teenager when the angel told her that God had chosen her to deliver His Son. At first her fiance didn&#8217;t believe her. Others probably ridiculed her. She didn&#8217;t have a warm bed on the night Jesus arrived. Being married was new. Being a mother was new.</p>
<p><span style="background-color: #ffff99;">Yet, Mary believed her Heavenly Father. She didn&#8217;t try to do it all and make a big splash as the chosen mother of Immanuel (a name meaning God with us!) She could have, because God <em>did </em>give her this once-in-an-eternity role. But the Bible says she quietly held all these incredibly mysterious happenings inside her, cherishing and trusting. <strong>What are you believing and cherishing this Christmas season? </strong></span></p>
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		<title>Easter Reminds Me of Christmas</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 18 Apr 2011 21:59:30 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joan C Webb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s Easter week and I&#8217;m thinking about Christmas! But it&#8217;s not what you suspect. I&#8217;m not in my perfectionistic-mode of planning, shopping and preparing my holidays that far in advance. 
I&#8217;m thinking about Christmas, because Easter is the reason for Christmas. Which leads me to reflect on JESUS. 
During His 33 years on earth, Jesus [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><span style="font-size: medium;"><img class="alignleft size-full wp-image-1074" title="Easter chick clip art" src="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Easter-chick-clip-art3.gif" alt="Easter chick clip art" width="160" height="132" />It&#8217;s Easter week and I&#8217;m thinking about Christmas! But it&#8217;s not what you suspect. I&#8217;m not in my perfectionistic-mode of planning, shopping and preparing my holidays that far in advance. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">I&#8217;m thinking about Christmas, because <span style="background-color: #ffff99;">Easter is the reason for Christmas.</span> Which leads me to reflect on JESUS. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><img class="alignright size-full wp-image-1076" title="Christmas tree clip art" src="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Christmas-tree-clip-art.jpg" alt="Christmas tree clip art" width="106" height="126" />During His 33 years on earth, <span style="background-color: #ffff99;">Jesus surrounded Himself with perfectly imperfect people who decided to admit their needs, take risks, make mistakes and grow.</span> These are the kind of people who formed His staff and ministry team. </span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Actually, <span style="background-color: #ffff99;">He didn’t spend much time with those who feigned perfection, appeared on-top-of-it-all, made unreasonable religious rules, blamed others for their dilemmas and remained preoccupied with appearances. </span></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;">Instead Jesus preferred working, playing and living with people just like you and me. <span style="background-color: #ffff99;">He enjoyed imperfect partnerships back then, just as He does today.</span> What a relief-producing Easter thought!</span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><strong><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-1080" title="Kirsten websize basket" src="http://www.joancwebbblog.com/wp-content/uploads/Kirsten-websize-basket1-225x300.jpg" alt="Kirsten websize basket" width="135" height="180" />How will this truth make a difference in your Easter holiday this season?</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size: medium;"><span style="background-color: #ffff99;">Easter Gift-Giving Tip</span>: Include a copy of the book <em><strong><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Relief-Imperfection-Women-Hard-Right/dp/0830744819/ref=tmm_pap_title_0">The Relief of Imperfection</a></strong></em> in your Easter baskets.</span></p>
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		<title>Webb Family Christmas Celebration</title>
		<link>http://www.joancwebbblog.com/2008/12/webb-family-christmas-celebration/</link>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 19 Dec 2008 19:17:00 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Joan C Webb</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[We celebrated Jesus&#8217; birthday with our family on Wednesday, Dec. 17. We had a wonderful&#8211;and loud&#8211;time with our daughter Lynnette, son-in-law Adam, son Rich, and daughter-in-law Anne and the seven grandchildren (from oldest to youngest): Annika, Max, Kirsten, Luke, Lesia, Sam, and Calissa. Here&#8217;s a pix of Papa and Grandma Joan with everyone!
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			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p></p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YvacTZO9c0/SUv0LRVr-XI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l5KT3_q0IZk/s1600-h/Christmas+Webb+Family+pix+2008+12-17-08.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_6YvacTZO9c0/SUv0LRVr-XI/AAAAAAAAAS8/l5KT3_q0IZk/s200/Christmas+Webb+Family+pix+2008+12-17-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281583462492141938" border="0" /></a><br />We celebrated Jesus&#8217; birthday with our family on Wednesday, Dec. 17. We had a wonderful&#8211;and loud&#8211;time with our daughter Lynnette, son-in-law Adam, son Rich, and daughter-in-law Anne and the seven grandchildren (from oldest to youngest): <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Annika</span>, Max, Kirsten, Luke, <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Lesia</span>, Sam, and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Calissa</span>. Here&#8217;s a pix of Papa and Grandma Joan with everyone!</p>
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