<?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-4526801209972321024</id><updated>2012-01-10T21:42:19.011-08:00</updated><category term='Christmas 2008'/><category term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Gail's Place</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>105</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1748741260012671874</id><published>2011-11-17T19:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T19:20:47.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;Hello Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wondering what you are doing now.  Singing a song, dancing around, watching over us?  Yes, you are.  Yes, you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is growing up well, not because life is easy or grand.&lt;br /&gt;In fact, in a lot of ways, life has been hard, painful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But not everyday is like that.  Jesus rules over all of our days.&lt;br /&gt;The sun still shines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a great cause for prayer recently.  You may have heard prayers coming in your direction, toward Jesus.  I wonder sometimes if you hear them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You would hear your son still lamenting about his Mom. Still pained.&lt;br /&gt;And growing up.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that you are proud.&lt;br /&gt;God has His mighty hand on Dev, allright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for that.  Very.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 56, I am still growing and learning.&lt;br /&gt;Mom said that after 57 years of marriage that her and Dad are still growing.&lt;br /&gt;There Is hope for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BSF is great.  Acts this year.  It's like I'm reading it for the first time!&lt;br /&gt;So Alive!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jackie and I are close, learning and growing.&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are happy and at peace. &lt;br /&gt;That makes me both sad and happy at the same time.&lt;br /&gt;but you understand.  Always have. Always will.&lt;br /&gt;That's what makes you, you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bye for now,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1748741260012671874?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1748741260012671874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1748741260012671874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1748741260012671874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1748741260012671874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2011/11/thanksgiving-2011.html' title='Thanksgiving 2011'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-5459354323577853452</id><published>2011-07-02T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T21:44:32.495-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Four Years Plus</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Gail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 years have gone by now...That's a long time!!!  I have realized lately that God gave you back to Devon and I by bringing us up here to Half Moon Bay.  We had wonderful years together.  Amazing!!!!  We enjoyed life together up here for 9 years.  Devon told me earlier this year that he could not have had more time with you than he did!!!  What kid can say that??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad that we kept our life simple and pretty uncluttered.  Although I am still full of clutter, our focus was not.  I'm glad for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you are watching down from heaven and enjoying being with Jesus, Grandpa, Uncle Paul Kumagai, Aunty Tye and all your other friends.  I know that life is good for you there....You're still getting mad at Grandpa for trying to cheat at scrabble. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon is working his butt off.  He took it upon himself to type up his new availability for his Manager and he was rewarded with 30 hours plus instead of 20. He is dependable.  He is.  I'm sure that you're very proud. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been learning just to keep trusting no matter what.  God is shaping my character.  Sometimes it seems so brutal, but as I learned in Isaiah this past summer, God is Sovereign!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past year I was at Tioga Lake with the guys as usual and I could not sleep as I was among a host of zombie snorers including myself.  Anyways I was up at 3:00.  I thought just three more hours til fishing....What I am I going to do for the next three?  I thought that I would pray for awhile, so I walked outside the tent and stood for about an hour next to the picnic table looking up at the sky and praying.  I was a pretty night with the sky full of patchy clouds.  For some reason, I stared at one small spot of blackness amongst the clouds, like for a long time, and there appeared a star!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately turned around to see if there were any other stars peeking through the dark spots between the clouds, and....there weren't.  What I saw was your face that that star looking down at me.  It blew me away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like you were saying that even though I can't see you, your love is always there.  This pointed me to Jesus, very much the same way.  That light that pierces the darkness. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I relayed this story to grandma and she says that when she is washing dishes, and she looks out into the stars from her kitchen window, she sees you in the stars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon is going down on July 13-20 to visit family. Aunty Joy is taking the cousins to Knotts.  It should be fun. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Westminister Cemetary finally did you right with the marker.  It was nice to visit with Dad and Grandma on 6/6/11.  I hope that you liked the flowers....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-5459354323577853452?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/5459354323577853452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=5459354323577853452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5459354323577853452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5459354323577853452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2011/07/four-years-plus.html' title='Four Years Plus'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1025687569289545385</id><published>2010-05-09T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T19:12:12.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter to Gail on Mother's Day 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Gail,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We miss you.  Devon said that he doesn't know I feel cause my Mom is still alive.  Devon is missing you.  Last night grandma called and then Auntie Joy got on the phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I heard in the other room, was, "Yes, Auntie Joy", "Yes, Auntie Joy."  It was like you were talking to Devon.  I can just hear Devon saying, "Yes Mother."  He didn't need a lot of talking to, as I remember, because you would just give him one of those 'looks'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like usual, Greg, Devon and I had breakfast.  This time at Denny's at 5:45.  We miss Peter's Cafe though cause that was our regular Mother's Day place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wanted to eat Japanese with Devon tonight, just like we used to.  So you could have your fish.  I have been enjoying this place called Tampopo in Gardena.  Killer ramen.  Here is San Mateo it's either Himawari or Santa's.  Oh yeah, we went to Himawari and I was dumb and ordered the chili ramen, which I could not eat.  Sorry about eating your ramen with the steam pork.  That was a good choice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss basketball with Special Olympics.  The season was short due to budget cuts.  Everyone misses you being there.  You would be so proud to see everyone.  We almost finally beat coach Greg's team, but lost by two points.  Good game though.  It was kind of sad that Devon missed most of the season due to work.  He works most weekends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, most of the family hasn't seen him, cause he hasn't been down.  The finish of his first year at college is around the corner.  He has done well.  He's learned the bus system, is ironing his own work shirts which he wears to school on work days because he has to go straight from the bus to Safeway.  They seem to like him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He did quit Kuk Sool Won.  He wasn't going any more.  By the way, teacher Paul is going to become a master in October.  I know that it would have meant a lot to him if you were there to see him get promoted.  But I know that you are rooting us all on, and are so proud of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon made it through another year of BSF, and rarely complained.  He always wanted to go the the fellowships for the free pizza.  He liked snack time going to the Country Store on Alameda de las pulgas for his free snack.  Next week is our last week in BSF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's almost time for Devon to register for CSM.  Department of Rehab is not going to pay anything anymore because he's working.  It's gonna be a challenge with so much more homework. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good that he is going to relax this summer and hopefully he will be able to get his license.  In a few weeks he's gonna go with Michelle and Richard and Diane to Disneyworld.  He's not going to June Lake for the first time....boo hoo!!!  A lot of the regulars are not going to be able to go this year.  Please pray for the time.  The theme this year is called 'God Colors'.  Leigh and Katie and their family and Derek are going to be in Mammoth.  Hopefully we will be able to see them @ June.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Adora today at church and she was wearing a necklace that you had made for her and she told me that when you gave it to her, you asked her to tell you where to put the clasp, so that she could decide where she wanted the necklace to fall on her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last weekend, I went down to see Jackie and I knew that it was God that had me go on that weekend, cause also I had a nice talk with my Mom, and got to talk to Mike a little, then asked Mike if he could help with some plumbing at Jackie's. He and I hung out for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I bumped into Meg, Susan and Dennis, Penny and Allie, Marian and June @ Tito's.  That was a very nice surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say hi to everyone up there, please tell everyone thank you for cheering us on!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was nice to write this, as it seems like we haven't talked for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1025687569289545385?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1025687569289545385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1025687569289545385&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1025687569289545385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1025687569289545385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2010/05/open-letter-to-gail-on-mothers-day-2010.html' title='Open Letter to Gail on Mother&apos;s Day 2010'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8543763293135336912</id><published>2009-09-17T22:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T23:14:30.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>how I have been</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long two years without my Mom.  I have been doing good in spite of the loss of my mother.  I have a great dad, great friends and yes, a great girlfriend.  With these people in my life, my life has been better as a result.  Over the last few weeks I have been hanging out with my girlfriend.  It's been a good experince just to see what it's like to have a girlfriend.  She has really made me feel what it's like to be whole.  I really apperciate the fact that she is there for me and i try my best to be there for her.     I love you Michelle!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also want to thank all my friends and family for your prayers, support, and love.   you guys make me want to strive for better things since i know they are all  are praying for me.  thanks guys so much! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to thank one family member in specific and that's my dad.  He is there for me and he is the provider.  He loves me and feeds me.  (No complantes about the food.)  He also has a great sense of humor that makes me laugh.  Thank you Dad for being such a wonderful father to me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I can see everyone soon.  Until then,  I will be writing on here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon Yoshimine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8543763293135336912?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8543763293135336912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8543763293135336912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8543763293135336912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8543763293135336912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/09/how-i-have-been.html' title='how I have been'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-9066012802917666575</id><published>2009-06-27T10:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T11:15:02.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devon Graduation June 11, 2009</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdEduzJbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aoAH84sj09E/s1600-h/482.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067538458191282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdEduzJbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aoAH84sj09E/s320/482.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdELjUiZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/hW6RDwjKBcI/s1600-h/538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067533578209682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdELjUiZI/AAAAAAAAAmc/hW6RDwjKBcI/s320/538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;information &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdD4elEfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/G7jEZ-UgVwo/s1600-h/523.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067528458047986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdD4elEfI/AAAAAAAAAmU/G7jEZ-UgVwo/s320/523.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdDTqRoXI/AAAAAAAAAmM/l3HBhZjbtJA/s1600-h/511.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352067518574993778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdDTqRoXI/AAAAAAAAAmM/l3HBhZjbtJA/s320/511.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZZSzOOaQI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GyrANonINiY/s1600-h/479.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352063386698803458" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZZSzOOaQI/AAAAAAAAAlU/GyrANonINiY/s320/479.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;I heard information that a high place adminstrator told Devon's home school teacher, that Devon would NEVER pass the high school exit exam and graduate high school.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Devon has been a kid, that would never take 'No' for an answer.  I wonder where he got that from?????  After Gail's passing in June 2007, we had a meeting with school administrators and Devon had a choice of either getting:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;1.  His GED&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;2.  Certificate of completion&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;3.  His high school diploma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;He answered right away.  I want my high school diploma.  I want to graduate and walk with my class!!!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;The Lord provided people like Aaron Reed, his homeschool teacher, Lisa Mo, who graciously opened her home, Aaron's generosity to allow Gail to trade admin for tuition, Nancy Z who tutored him in Math, Brendan K., who tutored him Math, Sa bu Nim Paul Carmody @ Half Moon Bay Kuk Sool Won who taught Devon to do his best and never give up, Bible Study Fellowship  and Taylor McCormick and learning about God and how to walk in His Ways, Grandma and Grandpa, who always got in Devon's face and JiChan and Baachan who came up over and over again just to be with us.  Greg Lim's guys, group, the fishing trips with the guys, Jeff Bovero calling Devon up.  The C-Pals and Big Wave embracing Devon and me as they always have.  And Devon playing on the big couagars and learning what means to cooperate, trust your teammates,  Greg Off, Jeff and Val Peck, Bob Deaver, the prayer team @ Mariner's and Anaheim, the Ladida group.  Pam and Joey Sayles and others that have walked the walk.  Family. Lo, Joy-JOy, uncle Mike workin out and listening, Auntie Katie and Uncle Leigh shopping and doting over Devon yet making him pick up poop too!!! Uncles and Aunties and friends that walked and continue to Walk.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;God, you made all this possibe.  You are the miralce maker.  You are the one who can bring beauty from ashes.  New life out of death.  You are the overcomer.  You have overcome.  There is NO OTHER.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&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/4526801209972321024-9066012802917666575?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/9066012802917666575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=9066012802917666575&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9066012802917666575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9066012802917666575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/06/devon-graduation-june-11-2009.html' title='Devon Graduation June 11, 2009'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SkZdEduzJbI/AAAAAAAAAmk/aoAH84sj09E/s72-c/482.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3577201130717371253</id><published>2009-06-14T14:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:00:21.884-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 Years..retrospective from July 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Hi Everyone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;We are thankful to the God for seeing us through to this point...He has made good on His promise to neve leave us nor forsake us.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Every call, card, E-Mail, prayer and just hanging out has made us keenly aware of the goodness of God in our lives.  We are living proof.  That does NOT mean that our life has been easy.  It hasn't.  There are ongoing disppointments, grief, anger and hurt to process.  We are grateful that we do not have to go through this alone, but you have reached out to us.  Even the 'unspoken' and 'quiet' ways, have meant the world to us.  We thank God for you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I wanted to share with you something that Devon wrote shortly after Gail passed away in June of 2007.  We were on our morning walk and he asked me what I was concerned about and I told him that I was concerned that I could not be both his mother and father, and that I didn't know what I was going to do about that.  I remember it was on a Sunday morning walk.  I suggested that he think of eveything that he could of what was important to him at that point of his life and write it down.  I told him that I would do the same thing and that we would compare notes and then order our lives around those things that were the most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I am sharing the list that Devon wrote as a testimony to how Father God has provided for our needs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;From Devon:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;"For a successful year, I need to......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;1.  Do homework and turn it in on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;2.  Feed the cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;3.  Clean their litter box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;4.  Fill up their water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;5.  Make my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;6.  Go to Bible Study Fellowship and do my lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;7.  Get good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;8.  To maintain a good relationship wtih God and follow Him and his calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;9.  To organize my homework.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;10. To make sure that either I have my lunch packed or have enough money for lunch.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;11. To be able to have all my school supplies before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;12. To be able to be a impact in people's lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;13. To spend more time with things that are important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;14. To be able to be open my heart to new ideas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;15.  To be able to stay strong for my loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;16.  To be able to honor my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;17.  To become cool tempered.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;18.  To go deeper in my faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;19.  to honor God and His commandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;20.  To grow more closer with God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;21.  To stay in shape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;22.  to be an active member in the church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;23.  To be able to go from ground zero to ground 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;The Father has been faithful.  Devon set his mind two years ago to graduate. In order to do that, he had to pass the Math and English exit exam.  He persisted and did not give up, even though Math is tough for him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Devon was able to attend Bible Study Fellowship this year and we studied the Life of Moses and how God made a new and living way for his people that were trapped in slavery.  There were numerous stories of how God was faithful, patient and provided for his people that continually complained and grumbled.  They were great life lessons for Devon and his Dad.  We learned that Moses had a personal ongoing conversation/relationship with God and walked in the Lord's ways.  We learned about the offerings and rituals listed in Leviticus and how the sin offering was the first in a series of offerings and why the sin offering was the first one offered.  It is because no matter hard we try, there is no basis to come to God with anything that we have done, because we are all sinners, all the time, needing forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Devon was able to participate in a guy's group on Wednesday night @ Mariners church in Half Moon Bay.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Devon will be attendng Foothill College starting June 29th-August 6th.  He will be a one year program called 'Transition to Work'  Foothill College is in Los Altos.  It is a beautiful campus with buildings right out of 'Sunset' magazine.  It has a homey feel to it.  Please pray for this transition as most of his friends are attending College of San Mateo.  In a few weeks Devon will be trained on how to use the local transportation system.  He will be taking two busses and a train to get to and from school.  He will be picking up an important life skill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;He will soon be testing to obtain his learner's permit and hopefully will be able to obtain his driver's license later this summer.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Shortly after he finishes his first quarter @ Foothill, we will be travelling to Connenicutt to visit brother Jeff and Susan Yoshimine who recently moved from Santa Barbara.  We have never been back east before.  Our parents will be going also.  I would like to attend a Boston Red Sox baseball game @ Fenway and take the "Freedom Walk' in Boston. Other than that, we will be just hanging out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;We are still processing our grief and walk it out.  We covet your prayers as we walk our future out together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I will ask Devon to share soon about how he feels about graduating and his future.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3577201130717371253?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3577201130717371253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3577201130717371253&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3577201130717371253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3577201130717371253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/06/2-yearsretrospective-from-july-2007.html' title='2 Years..retrospective from July 2007'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-936320607635764331</id><published>2009-06-14T13:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T13:53:55.258-07:00</updated><title type='text'>'Ark Memories'  from Gail.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the following reflection is written in 1997 before we moved to Half Moon Bay.  It was &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#336666;"&gt;written after a reflection that Gail had after reviewing her life from 1989-1997.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Background:  Two great guys, Bruce and Brice, together with Gail and I purchased a 5 bedroom home together, within 2 miles of our home church in order to live 'in community'.  We wanted the house to be used as a 'safe house' where anyone could just drop in and be welcomed with the love of Jesus......It was lovingly referred to as 'the Ark'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;'Ark Memories' .....by Gail Yoshimine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;tears of gratitude......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;realizing God's goodness, God's love, God's power in and through faith community.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;'the Wee three,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Brice, Bruce, Jon and me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;willing to follow the Mighty Three in One&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;the Father, Son and Holy Spirt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;into joining our lots and less of faith, monies and friendship&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;to seeking to share our hearts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;to seeking to make a home together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Reflecting on God's faithfulness fills me with awe and wonder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Remembering God's planting seeds, watering, weeding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;and bearing fruit...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;at our home, in the Ark!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Community in Christ poured into us.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;courage to color beyond the lines-take risks, bring life to ideas, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;bring others onboard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Strength to persevere-to swim upstream, withstand the darts of the enemy, and keep striving adn straining in prayer for &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;the Lord's presence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;******&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#336666;"&gt;Reasons to celebrate and the place to come together to do just that!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-936320607635764331?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/936320607635764331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=936320607635764331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/936320607635764331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/936320607635764331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/06/ark-memories-from-gail.html' title='&apos;Ark Memories&apos;  from Gail.....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6985059122852619958</id><published>2009-04-25T05:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T05:40:23.512-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Senior Pictures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Last night Devon and I went to Sears to get his Senior pictures taken.  He was such a champ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He had a very proud smile.  Like he had accomplished something and had a deep sense of satisfaction.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was not a haughty smile.  I loved it.  Gail loved it too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I became very sad during the day @ work thinking about the fact that Gail would not be with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Gail would have loved to fuss over Devon as he put on his new clothes and his cap and gown.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I called a friend, Lisa and cried for awhile.  She too was close to Gail and knew what I was feeling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;My boss Sam, walked into my office while I was crying too and I shared with him about the pictures.  He was very understanding and compassionate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;As picture time came, the tears wore off and the excitement came.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Devon looked so good in the brand new clothes!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;His Grandma and Aunty Katie bought the new clothes for him when he was in Huntington Beach during Easter break.  They spent about two hours with the family having him try on different shirts, slacks and jackets.  He was a good sport.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;They loved Devon by fussing over him.  I'm sure that he ate it up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;He will also wear these same clothes to the Prom on May 2nd @ the Exploritorium in SF.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;If you would like a picture, please let me know.  I have a high resolution cd.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I want to thank all of you who have been there for Devon and our family in our journey to see him to this point of graduation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;It was not a foregone conclusion.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;God knew what He was doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And here we are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;Jono&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6985059122852619958?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6985059122852619958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6985059122852619958&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6985059122852619958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6985059122852619958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/04/senior-pictures.html' title='Senior Pictures'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6924554262269929916</id><published>2009-04-23T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T10:01:23.758-07:00</updated><title type='text'>together time</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Early on in our grieving process Devon and I made a list of those things that are important to us.  One of the reasons for this was to order our lives around those things and people that were them most important.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Over the last two years, my time and effort has been on trying to build in a controlled, predictable life for us to live in, protected.  I have found myself frustrated when things don't go my way, etc.  Sometimes I feel that I have been focussed on obtaining certain outcomes at the expense of simply enjoying/living life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;I realized that I need 'down' time with Devon besides our walks.  The other night we laid in bed together and were talking about what we had learned from the testimony of a friend that had to serve time in San Quentiin in order for the Lord to do the work that He wanted to accomplish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;We started to talk about the reason that we have suffered loss and how the Lord might want to use that.  It was nice 'together time.'  Devon said that the Lord wanted to use us to bless others that have also gone through a loss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;A verse that has come to mind this week is:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;"The Lord your God is with you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;he is mighty to save.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;He will take great delight in you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;he will quiet you with his love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;he will rejoice over you with singing"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;"&gt;Zephaniah 3:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6924554262269929916?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6924554262269929916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6924554262269929916&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6924554262269929916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6924554262269929916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/04/together-time.html' title='together time'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8129843790991227759</id><published>2009-04-02T19:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T20:07:04.547-07:00</updated><title type='text'>update</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;It's been a while sine I wrote on the blog, and for that I apoligize.  Life has been fairly well regarding school (to an extent) and home life.  Wow, how time flies!  It's almost been two years sine my mom (Gail) passed away.  The two year mark will be on June 7th, 2009.  :(  I know very sad.  I know she is in a better place and she has it good, but my father and and all of you who are reading this are the ones suffering the loss.  I wish she was still around to see me graduate and make my way from becoming a humble school boy, to a young man.  I hope my efforts to be a a nice young man will make her proud.  It's hard to praise and thank God for the life she lived when I also look at the fact that she was still very young when she passed away.  She was a angel in the flesh.  Now she is gone from this earth.  now the more I think about it, the more frustrated and angry I become at God.  I ask him why did you have to take away my mom and my dad's wife?  I get so furious at times that whenever someone refers to me as a Christian, I wince.  I wince because I don't want to do ANYTHING with God at times.  Then I slap myself in the face and say... if God could get mehrough this far.  He could still carry us through for the rest of my life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;  Much Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;  Devon Yoshimine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8129843790991227759?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8129843790991227759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8129843790991227759&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8129843790991227759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8129843790991227759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/04/update.html' title='update'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8731067984705378614</id><published>2009-02-21T00:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:18:14.419-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SZ-4bV4Y2dI/AAAAAAAAAlM/DUk7VEqwdGg/s1600-h/Greg+and+Gail"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305161665935366610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SZ-4bV4Y2dI/AAAAAAAAAlM/DUk7VEqwdGg/s320/Greg+and+Gail" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Gail is still smiling down on us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Thanks, Gail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Coastside Cougars and Jon and Devon&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/4526801209972321024-8731067984705378614?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8731067984705378614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8731067984705378614&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8731067984705378614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8731067984705378614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/02/gail-is-still-smiling-down-on-us.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SZ-4bV4Y2dI/AAAAAAAAAlM/DUk7VEqwdGg/s72-c/Greg+and+Gail' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7624999807113900563</id><published>2009-02-21T00:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T00:12:43.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hero Tales</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SZ-2006vj-I/AAAAAAAAAlE/gBfCwurd5-g/s1600-h/020.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305159904740216802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SZ-2006vj-I/AAAAAAAAAlE/gBfCwurd5-g/s320/020.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Our Heros.  We are meeting @ LaDiDa Coffee House in Half Moon Bay.  We will be using the Overcomer Series.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;True stories of ordinary people who became Heros.  Please join us.&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/4526801209972321024-7624999807113900563?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7624999807113900563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7624999807113900563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7624999807113900563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7624999807113900563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/02/hero-tales.html' title='Hero Tales'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SZ-2006vj-I/AAAAAAAAAlE/gBfCwurd5-g/s72-c/020.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2594840879829241590</id><published>2009-02-19T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-19T21:15:18.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas 2008'/><title type='text'>Catching Up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Mom and Dad Yoshimine came up to stay with Devon and I between Thanksgiving and Christmas this year.  This was a welcome and timely visit for us this year.  I work on Fridays of Thanksgiving weekend, so there are no trips down to SoCal for Thanksgiving.  Since our move to NoCal, Thanksgivings have been small gatherings.  It was a treat to have Mom and Dad with us.  With Dad being almostg 85 and Mom over 80 now, it is really something for them to travel, but they do.  And it is a big deal to us.  This visit was a perfect segue into Christmas 2008, which was particularly lonely for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;We didn't talk a whole lot.  Their love was a quiet love, but it spoke loudly.  We sat in the same room doing our own thing, keeping each other company as time passed.  Theirs was a comforting presence to Devon and I.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The loss this past year, felt more 'in your face'.  I felt empty, moving on into a New Year without my love, facing an uncertain future.  I began to realize who and what I had lost in my relationship with Gail.  I felt extremely 'poor'.  Then God stepped in...in fact Mom and Dad's presence served to remind me of God's presence with me.....memories of how good God has been to me and how he had blessed me with such a wonderful, loving and fun woman, kind of overcame me...and filled me...It was his continuing revelation of his enduring Love.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;I read Luke 2 before Christmas as the angel reveals some bewildering and amazing promises to Mary. He talked about the future and Mary's part in His plan.  I love her response to her Lord:  "May it be done to me, as you have said."   I prayed this prayer about my (our) future with Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;God gave me such wonderful encounters with family and friends during the visit to family down in SoCal.  A nice walk to the Huntington Beach wetlands with Mike Toguchi, Vince Chiya, Devon an I.  Touch football with the family.  A lunch with guys that I met with for years when in their high school years.  The annual Hunt Tamale New Year's Eve party and visiting with friends.  A breakfast @ Corner bakery in Brea with Jeff Sano, Steve Yahata, Jordy, Devon and I to talk about the June Lake Fishing trip.  Breakfast and a walk with Brian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;All needed.  All good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Then later in January, 2009, the Lord opened up other opportunities to share conversations with other widows and widowers.  This has been very helpful for me because we are able to understand one another.  I had a lunch, a breakfast, a visit, E-Mail conversations and a lasagna dinner with Devon and another family.  A grief group is starting up at my church soon.  I plan to attend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Devon may have a similar opportunity.  We recently completed an intake for Devon for a grief group of teens that have lost parents.  I hope that Devon will have this opportunity.  Please pray that this, or another opportunity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Please pray for our Bible Study Fellowship study of the life of Moses.  It has been the best study yet for me, even in Leviticus and Numbers!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2594840879829241590?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2594840879829241590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2594840879829241590&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2594840879829241590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2594840879829241590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2009/02/catching-up.html' title='Catching Up'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-64198496744594458</id><published>2008-12-19T19:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T19:21:24.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So Empty and Yet So Full</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;I feel void of that listening ear....Gail had a good one...and it was always available...well almost...but there when I needed it...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now alone and kind of empty....sometimes lonely, sometimes desperately so.   What to do??? What to do?  Where to go???  Now what???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stop and remember....how I got here and who it was that got me here.  And I don't think there's any miracle in that???  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;A sometimes 'silent' partner is still a partner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;I realize what I have is because it was freely given to me, without any expected in return.  Love was given not randomly, but wholly and fully for me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;He is sitting by...hanging out..&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#330099;"&gt;There is much abundance here.  What matter of love is this???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-64198496744594458?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/64198496744594458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=64198496744594458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/64198496744594458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/64198496744594458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/12/so-empty-and-yet-so-full.html' title='So Empty and Yet So Full'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3698995854779298929</id><published>2008-11-18T05:44:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T05:52:16.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hope for the Future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I am in the process of planning for Devon's future after high school.  Sometimes it feels overwhelming because I haven't done it before.  I want to do the right/best thing, but what is that look like?  I don't know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;But I can't just stop there.  There are two friends of ours whose daughters have already gone this path so I am meeting with them soon to hear how they processed the decisions that they came to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Support services.  A source for services/funding for individuals with disabilities is "Regional Center".  Devon was a client when we lived in Orange County and then was reassessed 6 years ago and was found not to be eligible.  His disabilities are not apparent.  Anyways, I have contacted "Regional Center" to appeal the decision and they have asked me to provide all the information since the last test in 2002 so that it can be reviewed and a decison can be made.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Please pray for this outcome.  It is not a dealbreaker, but it would sure be helpful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;More to come....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jon and Dev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3698995854779298929?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3698995854779298929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3698995854779298929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3698995854779298929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3698995854779298929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/11/hope-for-future.html' title='Hope for the Future'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8388057553010406688</id><published>2008-10-31T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T20:15:53.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Mama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devon has been missing Gail lately.  He likes this song called 'Dear Mama' by Tupac.  It makes him cry.  That's good because Devon doesn't cry too much usually.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We are getting by ok.  I probably don't ask for enough help when I need it.  Gail seemed to be telling me early on, 'if you need help, ask for it'.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'm meeting with Devon's vocational instructor on November 7th.  We are going to talk post high school options for vocation and education.  Devon, I think wants to go to CSM College of San Mateo which is cool.  The fact remains that the cirriculum is college level and he will have to perform at this level.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One possible option is for him to take one or two classes and work.  This way, he can ease into the college scene and focus on doing well.  He certainly has the drive and tenacity that Gail had.  He's like a bull-dog and doesn't give up easily.  He is really resilient in a God-shaped way.  That's encouraging.  There is a CSM extension in Half Moon Bay, so it may be possible for him to take his courses here in town.  At some point, I would like him to get onto the college campus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Please pray for this transition.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;We are wrapping up our counseling.  The last time we met, my counselor asked about the future like Devon transitioning into the post high-school life and me transitioning into life without Gail and Devon.  Wow.  How is that going to happen?  Please pray that I go the Lord with these questions and hang out with Him through this and get his take.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8388057553010406688?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8388057553010406688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8388057553010406688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8388057553010406688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8388057553010406688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/10/dear-mama.html' title='Dear Mama'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4142490545671941149</id><published>2008-09-19T04:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T04:49:42.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>time out</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Life goes on......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I like the fact that devon and i are continuing to walk together in the mornings. It's not a long walk, but it's important and something that we have been doing together on a regular basis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I've come to take these walks for granted because they have become routine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;This morning, I was thinking about Gail back at the hospital and their was some grief and pain and then God took me sovereignly by the hand and showed me how our lives have been ordained before the beginning of time and how He made it possible for us to be here in HMB for 9 years being family. I again saw how loving he is and how he has taken care of us every step of the way and will contnue to do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Devon is a senior in high school now and enjoying school. He is taking the following classes:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Us Government&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Mass Media&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Weight Lifting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Workability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;English&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Independent Study&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;He gets to give announcements to the entire school on TV once a week a LOVES it. He's such a ham.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;He's enjoying watching football these days and is a huge niners fan. We went to a recent niner/green bay game and he went crazy. Where did that come from???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Devon will, after two years hiatus begin BSF on September 30th. This year it is on the Life of Moses. I'm thrilled that he has an opportunity to do this again as it was great the three years that he did it earlier, studying the Minor Prophets, Acts and Genesis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;He is enjoying time with friends that seem to always like to come to our place. So we always have guys over. This weekend, we are inviting some girls over for a hoops activity and a barbque for some hang time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;He is also part of a team ministry to some elderly residents here in Half Moon Bay. Our sunday school class helps with this once a month ministry. Devon recently gave his testimony. If you want to hear it, you can go the Mariners Community Church Half Moon Bay website and go to the podcast on August 24th.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;His testimony goes back to our days living in Anaheim when Devon accepted Christ at the Harvest Festival when he was about 5 years old. It's rich, and classic Devon. If you listen in, you'll get some laughs too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Devon and I were all set this summer to go to Redwood Christian camp with family and friends, but the Lord had other plans for us as we went with our church high school group to work with the Navajo on their reservation in Arizona.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;What follows is a snippet from our time there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Elsie, the matriarch of the Navajo family gazed at the horizon as approaching storm headed toward us, and said, "It won't rain here." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;"It will rain over there", pointing to her left, then pointing to the right, she said, "It will rain over there, but it won't rain here."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;It &lt;em&gt;poured&lt;/em&gt; down rain for two days in that parched, thirsty desert. The cisterns underground that catch the rain water off the roof were filled to overflowing. Wow. There were pools of water everywhere. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;It reminded me of Psalm 84.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;This 'interruption' in our work gave way to going under cover with our Navajo friends, the Codys and we talked and laughed and spent time together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;We all knew, that God was up to something way beyonod our limited comprehension. I knew that God was speaking to my barrenness and desert wasteland of my own soul. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;He couldn't have ever spoken more loudly than he did that day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Our three day sojourn with 4 adults and 9 teens onto the Navajo reservation 30 miles east of Flagstaff, became walk of healing in the midst of great sorrow, for they had lost the martriarch of their family Betty, 6 months before we came to the Rez.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;They were not sure if they were going to let us come because of their grief.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;The very first day of work with the Cody family brought a sense of what our trip was going to be about as the patriarch of the family, Johnny Ray and I sat on a log taking a short break.  He told me that he had lost his wife earlier in the year.  I shared briefly about my loss as well.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;What flowed out of this was a wonderful three sojourn with the Codys through their grief.  Indeed there were Streams in the Desert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;May these streams continue to flow into your hearts as the Lord who provides.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4142490545671941149?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4142490545671941149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4142490545671941149&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4142490545671941149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4142490545671941149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/09/time-out.html' title='time out'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-322013439694381066</id><published>2008-08-17T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-25T05:16:33.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Navajo Family Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SKiAtEUKQFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MZlkUlWkzxA/s1600-h/IMG_2526.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5235576078558969938" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SKiAtEUKQFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MZlkUlWkzxA/s320/IMG_2526.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;hello everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Boy was the trip excellent!! Me and some of the youth group from my chruch went to Arizona and worked with a Navajo family. But let me start from the beginning. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;On Monday at noon was our flight out of San Fransisco. We arrived in Phinoex around 2:30. Then we rented a van and put our luggage, and 14 other people in the van. Then we ate lunch in Phionex at the nitourious Wendy's. Mmmm the chili was good considering that they have fingers in it. Just kidding. We met some people from this organization called Wondervoyage. The people were named, Shan, Jason, and a intern Shara. They explained the one rule that we had on the trip. The rule was not to act stupid. That was the one rule. Shan and his group had a different car. We went on Monday to a nice resort in Sedona. We debrifed about what we were here for and we were preparing our hearts for the next three days serving on the reservation. Then we unpacked, and relaxed for the next few hours. Then we went into our cars and went into the city of Sedona. We ate at this Chineese cafe all you can eat. After we went back to the resort. We had a oppurtionity to look at the stars outside of the resort after we got there. I was just in awe that God made all of that. In Half Moon Bay I can't see that in Half Moon Bay because it's always so dang foggy. Then we just hung out inside until 11 and the boys went into their room and the girls went into their room. What a relief!!! On Tuesday we woke up at seven a.m. and started to pack. After we packed and put our stuff in the car, we ate breakfeast at the resort. We left at eight. We arrived at the reservation a few hours later. I was suprised that the reservation like the houses were spread out. It was like a barren desert. To be honest it was kind of depressing. We stopped at a church were we were staying. We met the Monorch of the family we were working with. Her name was Elsie. She was the niceist person you would have met. Then after we unpacked and got settled in we went to their house/ranch deeper into the reservation. Their house was made of wood and cardbord which was shocking. But they each accepted us into the family like we were one of them which was really powerful and minisering. Once we got oriented and met the family, we had lunch. We had some true guinuine indian food called turkey sandwhiches, chipes, soda, gaderade, and water. It was tasty. After that they wanted us to tear down their old fence and put all the scraps of wood and metal into two seperate pials. It was hard work but we did if efficantley and quickly. Then that day we burned the wood and with the metal we threw away. Then we had dinner. We had some indian corn meal, and had some lamb I think. Then we had a oppurtunity to fellowship with the family and with one another. We were talking about ourselves and also learned about the way they live. Most of them have jobs have jobs in the nearest city called Flagstaff to support the family just to live. They don't have the luxuary like the rest of us do. They have t.v. though. They don't have running water though or fast food reasturant's on the reservation. All of that is in flagstaff. Some of the Navajo people do live in Flagstaff. But the people who live on the reservation just try to get by on minimum money, food, and get water from the water whole. I learned not to take my life for granted. I thought I had it hard but they really have it hard. One of the senior members of the family said there has been a death in the family. His wife died a few months before we came into the reservation. Just that we got invited in while their loss is still so fresh is a incredible honor and minsitired to me personally in volumes that words could not. I could relate to him in a sense because I lost my Mom just a little more then a year ago. Then after we felloshiped we went to the church and we debrifed and eventually went to sleep. The first night some kids claimed that I was sleepwalking which I usually don't. Well at least I don't think I don't. On Wensday we woke up at 4:30 and had to be at the family's home by 5:00. They were worshiping their God the dawn. The way it works is that we face the dawn with a fistfull of cornmeal and spread it down and across so in a way it symboylizes the cross. They just don't know it. Earilier the previous day we were debating whether we should perticipate in the ceromoney because they have obviously diffirent belifes about who God is. We decided to pirticapate in it unless God was calling us otherwise. See our reasoning is that we wern't worshiping the dawn, we were worshiping the God who created the dawn. In our hearts we were worshiping the Lord Jesus Christ and him alone and that's fo sho!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Then we had breakfeast which was cornmeal, eggs, becon, and indian oatmeal, which was not bad. Then after we started to do diffirent tasks. Some people decided to work on the house and some others decided to go to some other family's and do a little home improvement with other families. I decided to go help with the other family's. I went with three other boys plus two leaders, Craig and George, and we cut some wood and other material and we added some stuff to the house which is kinda like shop class in a sense. I loved to see the smiles on the Navajo people as we fixed their house and ministired to them at the same time. Then around noon we went back to the main base house to eat lunch. We had sandwiches and sodas again. Yeeehhh!!!! After that another group went to help the other families while my group and some other of the other of the youth group stayed back at the main house and cleaned up the ranch from the tumble weeds, sheep poop and horse poop. After that we put some of the wood we gathered from the fence on Tuesday into another pile and burned it. That took a few hours. Then we had a break. Then we countinued until dinner time with that same task. For dinner we had beef and beens and salad, cheese and cornmeal. It was pretty good. Oh did I mention while we were working it started to pour on us bullets. So we went inside to have some good old fellowship with the family and with each other. After we ate dinner we talked some more about their way of life and how they support each other and they said most of them have jobs in Flagstaff to support the family. We stayed there until 8 thirty. Then we went to the church and debrifed about our day as we were out on the front porch of the church looking at the stars. We were also awestruck that on Thursday would be our last day of working on the reservation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;When we woke up on Thusday we woke up at 8:30 and went on the reservation at nine. On the last day I had a feeling God was feeling us up with his energy and we did everything we could to help them because it was our last day. We cleaned the tumbleweed and piled it up and burned them. We cleaned the sheep pen, and other things with a smile on our face like we did for those three days. On that day it rained on us for a hour but we got to fellowship with each other again, which was nice. When it stopped we went back to work. I was entertaning the kids there, and keeping them happy while the parents were working with us. That really inspired me that the Navajo people actually worked with us dispite thier loss and did it also with a smile on their face. So while we were there to minister to them, we were also getting ministired to as well. For dinner we had lamb ribs, and corn meal which was not bad. Later they had some sheep head and other parts of the body that were to sample if we wanted. I was brave enough to have some of the sheep head. It was kind of rubbury but it was a good experince though. After dinner each one of the people from our youth group from mariners including the leaders shared about what we learned and or what we were thankful or what we got out of the trip. I was thankful and awestruck that they accepted us into the family as one of their own. I was also amazed that they worked alongside us even though they had a death in the family and the husband smiled while we were there. One of the Navajo women said the husband that experinced the loss has not smiled since his wife's death. And it was the first time he smiled since her death. Then after we all shared, which was good but totally unexpected, one by one each one of the family members got up and shared what they learned and shared what they were thankful for or whatever they wanted to say. The widower got up last I think and he shared his hurt inside and started to cry in front of everyone there. It was sad but I think it was a God moment at the same time because he was thinking probaly he was amongst friends and family. After each one of them shared we said our goodbye's which took mabye a half an hour. Then we headed back to the church slept. The next few days were just chill time. On Friday we woke up around seven thirty and we started to pack. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I want to go back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Devon&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/4526801209972321024-322013439694381066?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/322013439694381066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=322013439694381066&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/322013439694381066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/322013439694381066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/08/navajo-family-times.html' title='Navajo Family Times'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SKiAtEUKQFI/AAAAAAAAAaM/MZlkUlWkzxA/s72-c/IMG_2526.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8670355301111168037</id><published>2008-07-17T18:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-17T18:10:40.312-07:00</updated><title type='text'>High School Exit Exam Heaven...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Newsflash......Devon comes up big as he rides the coattails of the Holy Spirit and crosses the Math Exit Exam threshold!!!  There's no looking back now, only thanksgiving to God and moving forward.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#333399;"&gt;Hurray!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8670355301111168037?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8670355301111168037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8670355301111168037&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8670355301111168037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8670355301111168037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/07/high-school-exit-exam-heaven.html' title='High School Exit Exam Heaven...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7688069337499780599</id><published>2008-07-16T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T23:45:29.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A shoulder to cry on...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Devon just returned from his annual summer sojourn to SoCal. Grandma Merry came with him. The first week was difficult. The last year, devon and i have been kind of attached at the hip and for him to be gone felt different than in last years when he went down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;As time went on..it was a roller coaster. I realized that I really hadn't really made time to fellowship that much wi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;th others while Devon was at home. It felt kind of awkward...I felt alone...and lonely. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;With Devon gone there was space. There was room. The question was, what was going to happen in this space? What would this space be filled with?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;As it turned out, I was able to mourn and be sad...I started to read Gail's journal which I had never done previously. This was good to do. I read a lot about her feelings, her thinking, her disappointments and dreams. It was an opportunity to see the world through her eyes. Who and what was important anyways?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Most of the writing was about devon. The journaling was done over a 3-4 year period, which was helpful. It brought me in touch with the depth of her love for our son. It was real and present in the here and now. It really made me miss her. Her words were speaking both lament and encouragement for me. In fact, a picture that the Lord gave me was that we were still walking side-by-side both holding the hands of Jesus. The thought and reality of still being able to be enjoined together in this life was pretty overwhelming. I did not feel so alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;It was both sweet and sad at the same time. My mourning went deep. What we had was so special and yet sweet because we are together still. Gail's spirit lives on. I became so thankful for all the time that she spent with Devon and the absolute voracity and tenacity with which she loved the both of us. A true reflection of Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;This space also offered an opportunity to get away by myself for a brief fishing trip to Tioga Lake. I returned to the very spot that Gail, Devon and I, together with the Fukuzawas and Yahatas had fished a week prior to Gails passing. I had first gone by myself about 6 years ago, sleeping in the car and fishing hard then ending with a cool quiet time of reading the Word and journaling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I almost bolted the lake without the journaling. I stopped at an overlook of the lake and had my lunch at a picnic table and hung out, journaling. I recalled the Word or the Lord to me six years ago, "Begin with the end in mind" What kind of legacy would I leave? It brought me back to God's Word and BSF(Bible Study Fellowship). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I started attending BSF as a result of God telling me that his Word is from everlasting to everlasting and that He wanted Devon to know of his goodness through His Word. Devon and I attended BSF for about three years and then there was not a high school leader available. So Devon could not go. As time went on, my attitude soured and this last year, I just went through the motions. I signed up for this upcoming fall, but I started telling a few friends that if the high school program isn't available, I would quit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I then wrote down the books of the Bible that I had studied through BSF and started to think of life without BSF. The Lord encouraged me that there was value for me attending BSF this last year. I gave what I had, and I showed up. I also had the opportunity to ride with a friend Taylor and I realized the value had a lot to do with the friendship with Taylor who, toward the end of the year had the opportunity to bring two precious orphans from Russia for a 5 week visit. We shared stories of expectant parents and the anxious anticipation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I had dinner with Taylor and his wife the week after the girls left and was filled with such joy to hear how blessed they were. I came to realize that the year of BSF was all worth it just to see God work in our friendship and to partake in the Lord's blessing of their time with these girls which they wish to adopt. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;I realized how patient that the Lord has been with me. I had felt so sorry for myself. I couldn't see His plan. He is so gracious! I made a commitment to continue to pray that somehow that there would be a high school program available for Devon. If not, that God would have a better plan for Devon's study of the Word of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Please pray for us as we walk out our lives holding onto Jesus, often in fear in trembling. We believe...help us in our unbelief.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;God Bless you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7688069337499780599?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7688069337499780599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7688069337499780599&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7688069337499780599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7688069337499780599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoulder-to-cry-on.html' title='A shoulder to cry on...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8864922030993398644</id><published>2008-06-21T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T18:17:55.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God used a lot of people to help Devon pass Algebra.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;It take's more than hard work to pass Algebra, at least for this kid and this Dad who's math skills add up to????  A lot of it was the deposit of Gail's in-yo-face, Devon you're gonna get this, or else!  Well....Gail's doin' a lot of cheering up there and for good reason.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;I received Dev's report card this week and 2 C's and 4 A's.  I'm thankful for all the prayers and encouragement that you all have given to us this past year.  It has borne fruit in our lives.  It's the stuff of sustanance, mercy, grace and strength.  Some prayers are sown in tears...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Another blessing is that Devon is ahead in credits so his two solids for his senior year are US Government and English.  The hope is that he will be able to get into the workability class and get out early and go to work.  There is a Safeway, just across the bridge.  He might apply there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;He needs to work with people.  Big surprise.  He worked a part-time job at a local hospital and he and Emmy did both filing and working with the people.  Guess who won out in the popularity contest??&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Devon arrived in SoCal on June 17th and will head back the week after the 4th of July.  Although Devon has visited So Cal every summer since we moved, North, it has been more difficult to be alone this time.  You can be praying for me during this time and beyond as I have been down, after Gail's one-year anniversary.  The future holds so many unknowns and it can feel a bit overwhelming at times.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Devon and I are going to go on a short term mission together to spend time with the Navajo native americans.  This should be an adventure with other high schoolers from our church.  I believe that Devon and I will grow with one another as a result of this trip.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Give Devon a call or get together with him while he's down, he doesn't have much planned.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#333399;"&gt;Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8864922030993398644?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8864922030993398644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8864922030993398644&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8864922030993398644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8864922030993398644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-used-lot-of-people-to-help-devon.html' title='God used a lot of people to help Devon pass Algebra.'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4356065009686492608</id><published>2008-06-04T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:37.229-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Remember Gail ......June 7, 2007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SEdpiBAcy1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CToyktGE-dc/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208247527184059218" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SEdpiBAcy1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CToyktGE-dc/s320/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hi Everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It's almost been a year and I can't believe it.  It is going to be a year this Saturday June, 7th.  This year has been really hard but God has gotten us thorugh this year so far.  But it is still hard.  I request that everyone who reads this post up thier feelings up on the blog on what they are feeling about my Mom's one year anneveriary of when she passed on the blong and one thing you remember about her.  I would like to hear from as many people as possible.  Please continue to pray as we are preparing our hearts and our souls for this saturday the one year anneversiary, and that we would remember how she lived and not how she died.  I am really thankful to have had and still have a Mom who loves me and cares about me so much.  I am saddned that she is gone but it's God's will that she is in heaven.  She is no longer suffering and that is the main thing.  She is and was the best Mom I could ever have and will have.  I do not know how to say in words how thankful I am to her for the things she did for me to make me the person I am today.  I will pray for each person, friend, and family member that knew my Mom, that God will bring comfort to you all as  this Saturday approches.  She would of course want us to mourn her.  But why don't we countinue to live her legacy and shine her light.  Let us keep her legacy alive and keep that light that she turned on keep shining thorughout our lives.  I hope one day I could see God and my Mom face to face and be with my Mom again and to just be in a loving embrace.  She will always be in our hearts in the past, present, and future.  Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Sincerly,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Devon and Jon Yoshimine&lt;/span&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/4526801209972321024-4356065009686492608?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4356065009686492608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4356065009686492608&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4356065009686492608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4356065009686492608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/06/remember-gail-june-7-2007.html' title='Remember Gail ......June 7, 2007'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SEdpiBAcy1I/AAAAAAAAAZ8/CToyktGE-dc/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-872070824357795118</id><published>2008-06-01T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T23:11:00.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming 08 @ June Lake, Ca.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hi everyone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Devon and I had a great time @ June Lake this year. We were a bit apprehensive about going up. I was debating whether or not to bring Gail's ashes with us.....and decided that it was best not to, because we know that she was there with us in Spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;And what a wonderful Spirit it was. A few months before it all happened, I called Brice and told him that I could not do the trip this year, that is head it up. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Orignally, Brice, Steve Yahata, Jeff Sano and I conspired and plotted to pull the trip together with mucho other helping hands (eg. condo hosts etc.). This year, though, it seemed right to turn it over again to the very willing and capable hands of friends like these.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;As it turned out, it was the right thing to do. I was able to take as much or as little time with people as I needed (wanted) to. And I savored the time that I had just sitting down and talking with you all. Normal prime fishing time was filled with conversation and reflection. It seemed that if there was ever a year to have mucho snowfall, it was this year. At least for me personally. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We still got out to fish, but it wasn't that much of a priority. And that was ok. I guess I'll have to make it up by fishing harder next time out. Oh well. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;There was a memorial service for Gail on Sunday night @ the Community center. Sandee Hunt, brought river rocks and asked that each that wanted to, write one word or phrase on the rock that reminded them of Gail. The rocks were brought forward and laid on the ground. This symbolized to me, God's faithfulness and deliverance. Devon and I were able to receive from the body through prayer. It was a cleansing time, as I felt that though the grief was still there, much of the bitterness was washed away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Devon had a good time condo hopping as did the other teens. It was good for Devon to be with his extended family both from Half Moon Bay and So Cal. We were do blessed to have friends from Half Moon Bay join us this time around.....and they had a stinkin BLAST! We want to thank you all for making them feel so welcome! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;It really ministered to us to see you guys connect with one another. These folks are walking with us on more of a daily basis and it was good to see the body working.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;A few weeks prior to coming up to June Lake, I had a session with my counselor. As usual, I did not know what I was going to talk about during our session. On this particular day, a lot of pent up fury came out. I didn't realize how pissed off I had been with God. I guess that I had been seething under the surface. Devon, ever perceptive, was always able to pick up on this, but I always made light of it.....until I just exploded. Several images came to mind while I was sharing with my therapist....One was me shaking my fist at God and just ranting at him and shaking my fist at him for screwing my and Devon over and complaining about the sorry life we had.....Another picture was one of me pounding my fists on God's chest and crying and yelling....asking why he took Gail away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;I realized that God can handle my grief, my fury, my pain...anything... I think that this letting go allowed me to receive more fully from the Father during our time together @ June Lake.&lt;br /&gt;I long for Devon to be able to express his feelings too. Although he says that he is angry, I'm not sure if he has directed his anger, hurt toward the Lord. Please be praying about this. He did hear me sharing about my anger during one conversation @ June, and he too admitted that he was angry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Starting last week, our church is entering into a period of Renewal as our pastor is on a 4 month Sabbatical. The theme today was about entering God's rest. You might be able to listen to the podcast by going to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marinerschurch.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;www.marinerschurch.org&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;. or something like that. There are two Mariners, so go to the one in Half Moon Bay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Right now our plan is to come down on June 7th to spend Gail's anniversary with family, then drive home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The summer is still fairly open. Devon and I are going on a mission with Mariners to the Navajo nation in Arizona. We were all set to attend Redwood this summer, but heard about a high school trip and Devon and I felt that this is what God wanted us to do. As most of you know, Gail, Devon and I love to do ministry together, and this is just a continuation of this. It will be a neat opportunity to serve together in ministry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;He has applied to do Camp-by-the sea, to be a counselor in training. He did this last year also. Plus at least of few weeks down South. He will be going to summer school because he does not need any more credits. Please be praying for wisdom in these decisons regarding summer and check out the message about Rest from the Mariners website.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-872070824357795118?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/872070824357795118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=872070824357795118&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/872070824357795118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/872070824357795118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/06/hi-everyone-devon-and-i-had-great-time.html' title='Homecoming 08 @ June Lake, Ca.'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6855142983285009251</id><published>2008-05-14T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T05:53:08.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A letter to my mom</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Mother's Day for Devon and Jon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Devon wrote this letter to Gail.  We tied it to a helium balloon and let it fly up to heaven.  This letter evoked many tears from the both of us as it was a sad day.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; Dear Mom,&lt;br /&gt;        I really miss you.  How is it in Heaven?  I hope you enjoy it.  Thank you Mom for all the things you did for me like: cooking, loving me when I was in a bad mood, cuddle, and spend time with me.  There is nothing I could do to repay you.  I really miss having you around.  I miss your smile and your kindness you always showed to me no matter what mood I was in.  Thank you.  I don’t know what life brings next.  You’re the best Mom that I could ever have.  Now I don’t know what to do without you.  Will I ever see you again?  I feel so helpless without you, because I was so dependent upon you.  I want to thank you though for the impact you made on my life, as well as many others.  You made me into a better and stronger person as a result.  I hope I can honor your memory by my life.  I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Love,&lt;br /&gt;  Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6855142983285009251?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6855142983285009251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6855142983285009251&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6855142983285009251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6855142983285009251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/05/letter-to-my-mom.html' title='A letter to my mom'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3934470754755692657</id><published>2008-05-07T16:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T16:34:11.821-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mother&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Mother's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;All-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Your prayers have been keeping us going.  Devon had his Math Exit exam today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Thank you for praying.  He took his sweet time.  He checked his work and he said that he made approximately 20 corrections.  The test proctor was his independent studies teacher and he told me that he would make sure that Devon took his time.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Good buddy, Steve Yahata coached and tutored Devon on a regular basis in order  to prepare him for his exit exam.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Devon and I will both meet with his counselor, Cindy tomorrow evening.  We will be discussing Mom's Day.  Cindy suggested that Devon write a letter to Gail and tie it to a helium balloon and watch it sail heavenward.  Wow.....this just floored me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Good buddy Kenji will be with us on Mom's Day.  It is still hard to believe in some ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Devon and I will be travelling to June Lake in a few weeks to be with family and friends.  A part of the service will be to remember Gail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;It was at that time almost a year ago that we were together worshipping the Lord together.  Gail's mom Merry was there and her nephew, Justin, Lauren, Tricia and Leigh and Katie.  We celebrated communion together and the people that had been coming over the years took bread and gave it away.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Thanks for being with us in Spirit, dear friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3934470754755692657?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3934470754755692657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3934470754755692657&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3934470754755692657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3934470754755692657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4723962747670307060</id><published>2008-04-30T05:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T05:37:34.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifehouse Everything Drama</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video.php?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5"&gt;GodTube.com - Lifehouse Everything Drama&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Thanks Lauren,  Watching this again, gives us great comfort.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4723962747670307060?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4723962747670307060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4723962747670307060&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4723962747670307060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4723962747670307060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/04/godtubecom-lifehouse-everything-drama.html' title='Lifehouse Everything Drama'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8409010861480105145</id><published>2008-04-29T05:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:37.520-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gail's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SBcY4fUpPCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dHI15gDlReg/s1600-h/DSCN0868.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194648053954984994" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SBcY4fUpPCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dHI15gDlReg/s320/DSCN0868.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is Gail's birthday. She was born in St. Vincent's hospital in Los Angeles in 1954. The same one that I was. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;I am grateful to God that he brought her into this world and into our lives to bless us, to love us and be with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Good friend, Brice called last night and we prayed and it was good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Please pray for Devon and i today and as we prepare to be with friends and family on Memorial Day weekend and her passing on June 7th, 2007.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.godtube.com/view_video?viewkey=" href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8409010861480105145?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8409010861480105145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8409010861480105145&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8409010861480105145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8409010861480105145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/04/gails-birthday.html' title='Gail&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SBcY4fUpPCI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/dHI15gDlReg/s72-c/DSCN0868.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7954992726857474342</id><published>2008-04-26T21:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:37.795-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prom Night-April 19, 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SBQF_fUpPAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kkTsmF8kG_s/s1600-h/Dev-Emmy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5193782858563009538" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SBQF_fUpPAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kkTsmF8kG_s/s400/Dev-Emmy.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Good friend Emmy and Dev went to Treasure Island in San Francisco.  About two miles away, the City of San Francisco shining brightly against a darkened sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dad didn't miss out.  Moms and Dads had a great night out at 1300 on Fillmore in the revitalized Fillmore District. Southern cooking and great company.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Devon had a great night out with friends, and from what I hear, no drama.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;It was cool, and we were all glad for him.&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/4526801209972321024-7954992726857474342?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7954992726857474342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7954992726857474342&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7954992726857474342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7954992726857474342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/04/prom-night-april-19-2008.html' title='Prom Night-April 19, 2008'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/SBQF_fUpPAI/AAAAAAAAAZk/kkTsmF8kG_s/s72-c/Dev-Emmy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6664372550824198284</id><published>2008-03-16T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:37.965-08:00</updated><title type='text'>beachcombing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/R94LGbRhiXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xUqJCsFE2aY/s1600-h/blog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178588826551028082" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/R94LGbRhiXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xUqJCsFE2aY/s400/blog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Hi Everyone-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Jon and Devon here.  Here to the left, Devon and three friends wrote their messages in their bottles, corked their bottles and I almost threw my arm out trying to throw the bottles out as far as I could.  Pacifica pier, here we come.  It was fun though.  It was friend Alisa's idea and we tagged along last weekend after hoops practice.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Today, after church Devon and three friends and I took a walk along the bluffs.  These three friends are part of our hoops team and Sunday (coffee hangout gang).  They are affectionately known as the 'Road Warriors.'  Why?  Because the theme that we have now is called, "Glory Road."  In fact, we are going to watch the movie at the Community Center this upcoming weekend.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are sharing our stories with each other.  Today, we shared prayer requests.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Some of them are:  Keep my job, Get a job @ peets, Get a job at New Leaf, Big Wave go through, Keep walking, Mom's broken leg, Sick friends, that our families will come to the pancake breakfast and service on Easter Sunday. We wrote down the prayer requests and left the next page blank so that we can write down how the Father answered our prayers.  Coach Jeff shared a joke about asking the Lord for his help.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;He said that there was once a guy that said that he was going to win the lottery and was counting on the Lord to make him rich and started to complain as time went on that he wasn't winning the lottery. Then, one day, he heard a booming voice from the heavens say to him, 'Buy a lottery ticket.'  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We don't have, because we do not ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Counseling update/Grief Process&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Both Devon and I will continue the grief counseling through the one-year anniversary of Gail's passing.  We are looking to transition into something else that will help us.  There is an organization in Palo Alto, called KARA.  Please pray for this to see if this is something that might be benefical. We are stretching out the period between sessions.  Please pray for this transition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;The grief process is challenging still.  We don't know what to expect.  The Lord has been with us each step of the way.  I am finding out how selfish that I am and how I get riled up over stupid stuff. Devon is good at pointing this out to me....in a loving way.  This is good for me.  The Lord is continuing to grow us up from the inside out.  The battle is to self protect vs. God protect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;School/Math Update:&lt;/strong&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Devon is passing Algebra and his other classes.  He has not been able to connect with Uncle Steve Yahata due to homework.  Pray that we can find a good time to connect on this.  Devon is starting to volunteer at the local hospital a few hours a week for community service.  Coach Jeff did a mock interview with Devon and Devon did well.  He still will have to work for free at home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dad's Work:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;An exciting development is happening at Bay City.  It is the development of a wellness program.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Also, Dad is being freed up to be with people at the different locations.  He is enjoying it and is thankful.  He is able to be used to build community at the marketplace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoops&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One thing occurred to me as I was yelling at my team from the sidelines to rebound......If you do not practice rebounding, don't expect to see it in the game.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Guess what we are practicing?  We had a chalk talk this past week.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;We are about:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;1.  Having fun.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;2.  Doing our best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;3.  Never give up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Community&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Dad went to Happy Taco with three friends from work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Coach Jeff, Devon and Benji and Dad went to Cameron's to watch UCLA vs. Stanford.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dad had an opportunity to connect with Lis' and Craig @ coffee co.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Devon is continuing to go the guys group on Wednesday nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dad is meeting on Wednesday and Friday mornings with different guys.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;Dad is getting together with a friend periodically to talk and discuss 'The Essential Wooden'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Summer Plans&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;More about this next time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6664372550824198284?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6664372550824198284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6664372550824198284&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6664372550824198284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6664372550824198284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/03/beachcombing.html' title='beachcombing'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/R94LGbRhiXI/AAAAAAAAAZA/xUqJCsFE2aY/s72-c/blog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3997783286933680861</id><published>2008-02-24T01:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T01:56:01.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Conversation @ Tres Amigos</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We had lunch @ Tres Amigos to talk about hoops.  Greg, Jeff and Devon were there.  We talked about the blog and what Gail is saying to us even now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We need to keep going guys.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We can do it and Devon will be shouting out the means and power with which we will do so.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3997783286933680861?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3997783286933680861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3997783286933680861&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3997783286933680861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3997783286933680861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/02/conversation-tres-amigos.html' title='Conversation @ Tres Amigos'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3364672848667448</id><published>2008-02-24T00:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T06:25:41.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the Father's Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hello,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauren, Gail's niece sent this to us today.  What a wonderful gift.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;There are banner ads that may be distracting, please, just focus on the video.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;It, to me, is powerful.  Thanks Lauren.  This is comforting to us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please watch and pass along as you see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a title="http://www.godtube.com/view_video?viewkey=" href="http://www.godtube.com/view_video?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#3366ff;"&gt;http://www.godtube.com/view_video?viewkey=ee73e63418003b47d7d5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3364672848667448?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3364672848667448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3364672848667448&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3364672848667448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3364672848667448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/02/please-watch.html' title='the Father&apos;s Love'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8734849194217099893</id><published>2008-02-23T06:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T06:12:44.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep Going...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;The following words I believe is what Gail has been saying to Devon and I and to each person that she knew and knew her.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keep going.......don't give up.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm cheering you on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We're cheering you on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We've got your back.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'m ok.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;You don't need to worry about me, I've got it good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Keep on keeping on, but don't do it by yourself.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;If you need help, ask for it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't go it alone.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;No, it won't be easy. but you were made to be blessed and to be a blessing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Don't trust in Jesus, just because I told you.  And I never told you.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I left that to you to ask and discover. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm happy at what I see.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I love you and I will see you again.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;What's it gonna be?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8734849194217099893?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8734849194217099893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8734849194217099893&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8734849194217099893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8734849194217099893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/02/keep-going.html' title='Keep Going...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-9089632626254111598</id><published>2008-02-23T05:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T05:59:54.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shine</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;A few thoughts, feelings and observations&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realized that I haven't journaled much in February, and there is a lack because of it. I had made a commitment to write a sentence of praise at the beginning of the day and another at the end of the day. Haven't done it. Ever make a commitment and not keep it? Instead of using energy to get down, I want to use it to write that ONE SENTENCE. pray for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon and I discussed the fact that the name Devon, means 'Poet.' He likes to busta rhyme. This came to mind as he grapples with content. I think that he might end up writing rhymes in his journal and it will be set to beats to uplift, challenge and bless his generation. Please pray for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attend BSF, but haven't been putting much into it. I'm losing out. I'm showing up, but I need so much more than that. Please pray for: 'Be Still and Know that I am God.' time. Good together time with the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buddy Stewart shared His Story with family and friends last week. Cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At Mariners we are planning a period of Rest, Reflection and Renewal for both our pastor and for the church. The theme will be personal renewal, relational renewal and missional renewal.&lt;br /&gt;My heart and vision for this time is: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;1. That each person that is in relationship with the Mariners community will have shared at least one prayer request, have that prayer request prayed for, and know that that the prayer request was prayed for and have a means to share how the God who loves us met that request.&lt;br /&gt;2. That each person that is in relationship with the Mariners community will have blessed another person wherever that might be, in their family, school, workplace, pilates, Le Petit Baleen, @ Safeway, Peet's, Happy Taco or wherever and have a means to share how the God that loves us blessed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to experience the love of God in a 'hands on' way. Please pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;We want the community to taste and see that the Lord, He is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Just watched a video from March 2007 from Rick Warren, on Personal, Relational, Missional, Structural and Cultural Renewal.  Good stuff.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;My work at Bay City is evolving and moving more into the area of my gifting. I have been asked to develop and spearhead a wellness program at the company. This is new stuff. This is cool to be able to do this in the marketplace. The wellness goes way beyond physical wellness. Relational wellness, personal wellness come to mind. Actually it's similar to what my heart is for Mariners as well. I'm being both freed up and released.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uncle Steve has been working with Devon on his next swag at the Math Exit exam which will be taken in May. Thanks for your continuing prayers. Devon's grades have dropped off significantly since the semester. We're not panicking, but are concerned. This is redeemable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Memorial Day @ June Lake. If you are planning to come this year, please let me know as soon as possible. Last year was such a celebration as we celebrated the goodness of God together in community. It was a blessing to pray for Kenji. Family was there. It was sweet. A memorable send off for Gail. I weep as I write this, but it's true.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Liz sent me a verse this week. She said that she was led to send a verse about not losing heart. Pray 2 Second Corinthians 4 for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm thankful that Devon was able to stay with Grandma this week and spend time with family.  I'm sure that this was good all around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I was in a funk this week. I was feeling so sorry for myself, God met me. I was doing some serious lamenting with no comfort. I was just too restless. He quieted me down enough to direct my lamenting to Him. I was feeling broken and he met me. I went to the bathroom of all places and there was a booklet of stories written to reach out to 2nd generation Japanese Americans who are dying off. God used one story in that booklet to speak to me. It was written by Caryn. It was about Kiku who wanted to go to Fedco, and not to Target, she went to Target against her wishes and met a longtime friend that had just lost a husband. Kiku herself had lost a husband and would write letters to other widows and widowers. ( I received such a letter from Kiku) Kiku and her friend went to Burger King and her friend poured out her heart about her grief.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord used that story in my bathroom to send a message, is that He, like Kiku forsake his own life to make it possible for me to receive his comfort ane new life. I was able to find both comfort and refuge in Jesus because in that true story, I saw the comfort of God shining through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is life easy? Easily no. I have been finding that He is so faithful because my life is putting him to the test in real time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am finding that I am grateful, fearful, hopeful, thankful all at the same time. How can that be? And yet I'm not a basket case. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I'm thankful that Devon continues to repeat the following verse almost daily at the most opportune times.  'It's not by might, nor by power, but by my Holy Spirit says the Lord God Almighty'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-9089632626254111598?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/9089632626254111598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=9089632626254111598&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9089632626254111598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9089632626254111598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/02/shine.html' title='Shine'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4117540310524861043</id><published>2008-02-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-09T20:44:57.111-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Goin On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It was my birthday on January 27th.  Birthdays at our age were no big deal.  We'd usually got out to dinner and that's about it.  It came on a Sunday.  Devon was funny and he asked on the day before, 'Dad, what do you want to do for your birthday?'  I told him, 'Nothing'.  And I meant it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We went to church and our worship team 'happened' to play two songs that they did for Gail's memorial service in Half Moon Bay.  Wow.  And on my birthday.  The two songs were:  1) Amazing Grace by Chris Tomlin and 2) Yesterday, Today and Forever.  Those songs were such a gift to me.  And as I was sitting with no one next to me, I felt Gail's presence beside me.  I can't remember this happening before.  It was like she was saying, 'I am with you, and always will be....since, I feel more connected with her....I find myself talking to her and I sense a calm reassurance, especially when I am anxious and fearful....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm thankful to the Lord for his kindness and goodness for giving me this on my birthday.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;It didn't stop there.  Devon told a few of my friends after church that it was my birthday and one of them, asked what I was doing for dinner and I said, 'nothing'. Devon and I and two other families went to Spanish Town, (mexican, what else) and had a flan with a candle on it.  From one friend, I received 2 pounds of Peet's Major D, and another a moleskine journal and a nice card.  Another welcome surprise straight from my good Dad in heaven.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I'm thankful that Devon passed all his classes on the semester.  Thanks for your support and prayers through this.  They matter and are making a difference in our lives.  Devon got a C in Algebra, A's in Independent Study, Chorus and US History, a B in English and a C in Physical Science.  We're all happy about this.  He has a lot of sticktuativeness in his studies.  Uncle Steve Yahata is working with him to prep for the Math Exit exam which is happening again in May.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Devon and I are both continuing in the counseling.  Some weeks I have no idea what I am going to say, but the Lord always gives us something to discuss that is meaningful.  One issue that was especially helpful, was when my counselor helped me to see that I don't have to look very far at all to determine how I can bless Gail's memory.  I can just continue what we were doing together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We have a Sunday School class that meets @ 10:30 @ Mariners.  Gail picked up the class and I took over the teaching about a year ago and for the last few months we are sharing our stories.  We are asking others to come in a walk with us to La Di Da coffee house to share with one another.  The class is growing!  More students are coming!  We are having fun together and are blessed to hear each other's stories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Gail was in admin for our hoops teams, Devon played, and I coach.  Devon and I are continuing this, and other mom's and parents have stepped in.  There is expansion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;I keep hearing Isaiah 54 in my head about picking up the stakes and expanding the tent.  I have felt on an off that i should be folding the tent, or pulling in, instead of expanding.  But the Lord seems to be bringing more and more students and families.  We're thankful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Devon and I are continuing to walk.  This is a rich time of sharing and listening to one another and affirming our relationship.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;My Mom and Dad are here.  They are so good.  I have been discussing the Sabbatical that we are  helping to plan for our pastor Paul for May.   They are so wise and encouraging.  Plus my mom ironed a lot of my shirts.  'Thanks Mom!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;A friend and I get together about once a month.  The last time that we got together, I was telling her about the book the 'Essential Wooden' and how Devon had used it for his book report.  I suggested that she and I read that book because it has a lot of lessons in leadership.  This will be fun and I'm looking forward to it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;We are still mourning of course.  There is a certain sadness/space in our life now.  We are so blessed to be lifted in prayer and thought.  We are so grateful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6633ff;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4117540310524861043?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4117540310524861043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4117540310524861043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4117540310524861043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4117540310524861043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/02/whats-goin-on.html' title='What&apos;s Goin On...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-902058535475889494</id><published>2008-02-01T06:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-01T06:15:00.019-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful One</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nothing changes the fact that He's beautiful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-902058535475889494?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/902058535475889494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=902058535475889494&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/902058535475889494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/902058535475889494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/02/beautiful-one.html' title='Beautiful One'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2612528780618931489</id><published>2008-01-26T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-26T08:37:06.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'>People Everyday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Dear Father,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I pray for those needs within us that often go unspoken, and yet remain &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Those needs within us that are very real and are difficult for us to put words to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;You see us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Please heal us that are sick &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Sick in body, sick in mind, sick in heart and sick in spirit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;From the inside out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Be with us and stay with us in our disappointment, sorrow and mourning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Speak truth into our lives &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;Continue to walk with us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;May your joy be our strength&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2612528780618931489?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2612528780618931489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2612528780618931489&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2612528780618931489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2612528780618931489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/01/everyday-sacred.html' title='People Everyday'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-440674627491448801</id><published>2008-01-21T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T07:11:54.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Devon.  I am doing alright.  I am getting pretty good grades in school.  I just got done with finals last week.  All of them I studied for and were duable.  Outside of my school life I feel good.  I am maintaining a good realationship with my Dad, am down with my peeps, and just hangin.  But I know shit happens, and sooner or later my happy auroa will soon be popped with some tragic or a dissapointing incident.  But until then I will fight the good fight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-440674627491448801?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/440674627491448801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=440674627491448801&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/440674627491448801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/440674627491448801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/01/hi-everyone-this-is-devon.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1232239250019304338</id><published>2008-01-06T07:52:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:52:52.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>alicia keys - sweet music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/wjq5wpry_kY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/wjq5wpry_kY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Glory Road-Sweet Music&lt;br /&gt;Cougar Hoopsters, please watch!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1232239250019304338?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1232239250019304338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1232239250019304338&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1232239250019304338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1232239250019304338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/01/alicia-keys-sweet-music.html' title='alicia keys - sweet music'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-958463427985325279</id><published>2008-01-06T07:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T07:51:17.852-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glory Road Trailer for Cougar Hoops</title><content type='html'>&lt;div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;object height='350' width='425'&gt;&lt;param value='http://youtube.com/v/fvsICT_HLfY' name='movie'/&gt;&lt;embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/fvsICT_HLfY'/&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Please watch this, hoopsters&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-958463427985325279?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/958463427985325279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=958463427985325279&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/958463427985325279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/958463427985325279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/01/glory-road-trailer-for-cougar-hoops.html' title='Glory Road Trailer for Cougar Hoops'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6265187516305213549</id><published>2008-01-05T05:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T05:29:24.502-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Glroy Road Hoops Starts Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Glory Road is the theme of this season as hoops practice starts today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Two of our biggest cheerleaders and boosters are cheering for us; Coach Gail and Coach Kimberly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Gail is in heaven leading the angels in the Cougar Fight song and there's a rumbling going on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Kimberly is rousing up the streets of Saigon in Vietnam and Greg is out there shaking the trees and beating the bushes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Veronica called and she is superexcited about this season.  You should check out the link on this site to Az Chapmen.  You will not be disappointed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;We want this season and our lives to be one of glory.  Even though life is full of challenges, disappointments, change and loss.  It does not have to be a life of misery.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;We want both our lives and the path that we walk to be one of Glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6265187516305213549?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6265187516305213549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6265187516305213549&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6265187516305213549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6265187516305213549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2008/01/glroy-road-hoops-starts-today.html' title='Glroy Road Hoops Starts Today'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7483868122424573362</id><published>2007-12-31T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-31T22:55:49.312-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Back Home...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'm home now.  Alone, with candles lit.  There are three candles on the mantle that must've been sitting there for years that have never been lit.  Until tonight.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There is no flicker, just the flame.  Steady and constant.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Just what does this light represent, as all the other lights are off?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;There was a package waiting for me when I got home.  A book, a photo album and a scrapbook kit.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;This will help me to bring Gail with me into 2008.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;As I enter into 2008, I am saddened that I will not be doing so with Gail.  And yet I realize too, that what we had, no one can ever take away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7483868122424573362?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7483868122424573362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7483868122424573362&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7483868122424573362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7483868122424573362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/12/back-home.html' title='Back Home...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1901856244174529284</id><published>2007-12-22T04:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T07:50:32.862-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Our December 2007 and One Wish by AZ Chapman</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Devon did not pass his Math Exit Exam. He received the identical score as last time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;All is not lost, as he can take it again soon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We did not focus too much on the Exit exam because we were focussing on tutoring for Algebra 1, which he also needs to pass to graduate. He would rather take the exit exam again than repeat Algebra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We thanked the Lord that he didn't lose any ground and that we decided to focus on Algebra and he is currently passing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;My parents were over a few weeks ago and they lit a cande. We've never been much for candles, but it was nice. I went and bought three candles and Devon placed one next to Gail's picture next to our front door. My Dad also placed some red roses that he bought next to Gail's picture. Another loving, thoughtful act which I appreciated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;There have been so many prayers and acts that have been such comfort and hope to our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;We are down, but not out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Where would we be without the Lord? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Devon is starting to journal now. I would like him to get into the habit of doing this. I know that as a 16 year old, I would've never considered it.&lt;br /&gt;Recently, I asked the Lord to help me write in my journal at least one sentence of praise in the morning, and one sentence of praise at night. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;This has been helpful. Sometimes I do write the one sentence, sometimes, not all, and others a few paragraphs. It helps me process and go as deep as I dare. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;I find that, with pen in hand and journal on my lap that the Lord starts to take over. Thoughts come to mind that need to be penned. Making that commitment to do this puts me into that place to meet with Him, so that we can process together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Together is the operative word. If God didn't send Jesus, we'd be alone and on our own. We do not have to fend for ourselves, He sent the Helper.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus was born homeless, the angels first appeared to the Shepherds who were outcasts, ex-cons and weren't even allowed to worship, because they were unlcean. And yet this is who God sent his angels to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Jesus didn't some with a lot of fanfare and hype. He came to parents whose world had been rocked, but still trusted. He didn't come to the power elite, to the rich and the famous, but to the poor. Pastor Paul said last week, that Jesus' first breath was sucking in animal stench and that he was wrapped in dust rags. Why? so He could identify with our own poverty in our soul.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;As our pastor Paul shared last week, God's actions may seem like 'Non Sense', but it does make 'God-Sense'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;And that's good enough for me....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We thank this Jesus for all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We pray that this Jesus will become more and more real every day and that you will be able to comprehend how high, how deep, how wide his love is for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Merry Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;PS.  I was viewing our friend Az Chapman's Blog today. There is a link on this blog.  She plays some mean hoops for our HMB Cougar team. Here is a recent poem from her site. Check it out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;One wish&lt;br /&gt;by AZ Çhapman&lt;br /&gt;I have one wish&lt;br /&gt;it may never come true&lt;br /&gt;I wish I had a friend or two&lt;br /&gt;Friends they spoil you&lt;br /&gt;they got your back&lt;br /&gt;If you ever got attack&lt;br /&gt;I want a friend because I too&lt;br /&gt;like to be lazy sometimes&lt;br /&gt;just like all teens do&lt;br /&gt;I am tired of fighting&lt;br /&gt;tired of being strong&lt;br /&gt;I don't like fighting all year long&lt;br /&gt;Sometime I wish I could just hide in a cave&lt;br /&gt;so I wouldn't have to be brave&lt;br /&gt;I have one wish&lt;br /&gt;it may never come true I wish I had a friend or two&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="quickedit" title="Edit" onclick="'return" href="http://www.blogger.com/rearrange?blogID=6192253680860312914&amp;amp;widgetType=Text&amp;amp;widgetId=Text1&amp;amp;action=editWidget" target="configText1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;About Me&lt;br /&gt;AZ Chapmen&lt;br /&gt;Female teenager who has CP and a non-verbal learning disablilty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="profile-link" href="http://www.blogger.com/profile/07649451111980332722"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt;View my complete profile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1901856244174529284?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1901856244174529284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1901856244174529284&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1901856244174529284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1901856244174529284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/12/non-sense-and-god-sense.html' title='Our December 2007 and One Wish by AZ Chapman'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3423882798931251797</id><published>2007-12-15T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T06:57:19.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Living Reminder</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;I was telling my counselor recently that I want to carry Gail with me in the present and into the future and not leave her in the past. I know that I am already doing this, but how do I celebrate and rejoice in what we had together? ......I guess it's to remember....I need a living reminder....I'm finding that remembering takes work and time...there are many reasons (excuses) for not making time to remember. One is pain. Remembering brings me face to face with my loss. By not going there, am I denying Gail's (God's) desire to speak to me in the midst of my tears? Maybe. Is that where the comfort is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;It's early Saturday morning. And it's quiet. Devon's sound asleep. I do my best thinking in the Morning. I just returned an E-Mail to a long time friend. There were a lot of questions in that E-Mail, questions that I hadn't been asking myself too much. Good questions. Needed questions. They got me thinking. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;I haven't posted an entry in awhile. In a way, this is a good way for me to process, because I know that so many people that I care about and that Gail and Devon care about read this and that is of tremendous help. Why? Because we know that you may not understand everything, but you understand just the same. We don't need to hear that from all of you all of the time, but we need to know that you understand and are with us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;This understanding translates into 'God with Us' You know, it's weird but God, someone that you think can be so far away, can be so near and so real. You just know. His presence is real. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;When I go there, I don't have to go alone. He is there. He is the guide. He is waiting. I am lonely but not alone. This is what it means that 'God is with Us'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;God gave me a gift as I logged on this morning carrying my thoughts.....He gave me the poem that our buddy Veronica Navarro wrote and recited at Gail's memorial service in Half Moon Bay. She is a member of our Half Moon Bay cougar hoops team. She defines the word 'Spirit'. If you ever read this Veronica, thanks from Jon, Devon and Gail....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;A Tribute to Gail Yoshimine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Patience, Caring, Woman&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Three Words that described her well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;She who loved to help any man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Even those who seemed invisible to man's eye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Because she wanted all humans to succeed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;She who handed out uniforms that made us feel united&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;A team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;She who celebrated the disabled,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;For who they were&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;For their ability&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;That htey hadto offer the world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;She who loved smiles on others faces.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I know that she is in heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;With Angels all around.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Know she is watching Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Down on the ground.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;To see what he is doing around town&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Know she is watching Kim and Greg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;And the kindness they they will bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I know she's watching Jon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;She really loved to watch him do his thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;And I know she's watching me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;A kid on the team.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;For a dear woman who I've only known for a season,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I miss you for many reasons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I'll remember your kindness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;And patience&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Your soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Your memory will last with me as I play, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Coach&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;And Cheer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;For the basketball team&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;or when I go around half moon bay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;And when someone else helps me see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;The very special woman that I am and will continue to be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Thank you for all you've done for the coastside special needs kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;From a kid on the Coastside Cougars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Who has NLD and CP.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3423882798931251797?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3423882798931251797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3423882798931251797&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3423882798931251797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3423882798931251797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/12/my-two-cents.html' title='The Living Reminder'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7455154622513492989</id><published>2007-12-01T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-01T20:31:53.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anger, Regret and Guilt</title><content type='html'>My counselor most recently asked me, 'So you seem to be moving toward acceptance.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought. 'That can't be!' and I told him, 'No, not yet.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before the counseling, I had asked God to make me shut up, if he wanted me to and only speak as the Spirit led.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was a lot more quiet this time.  I asked him to ask me anything that he wanted and invited him to make observations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he asked about anger, regret and guilt.  I told him that I hadn't gone there because I thought that it wouldn't do any good.....I can't go back. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But back there in that hurt, anger, regret and guilt are some pretty strong feelings and feelings that have to do with my relationship with Gail.  I guess, I had concluded that nothing good could come out of going back there.....but......can the light shine through regret, guilt, hurt and abandonment?  We'll see.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going there slowly.  I'm reading some of the grief material that friends have given me.  I must admit, I do like reading the stories of grief in the first person, especially from those that have also lost a spouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon and I were invited to attend a friend's birthday party which was a dance.  Part of me wanted to go, but in the final result, I didn't go.  I don't know if it's because I'm not ready or not.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;jon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7455154622513492989?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7455154622513492989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7455154622513492989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7455154622513492989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7455154622513492989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/12/anger-regret-and-guilt.html' title='Anger, Regret and Guilt'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3421284892637416447</id><published>2007-11-23T05:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-23T07:25:43.024-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Hi everyone,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Thanks so much for everyone continuing to help us through the loss of my Mom.  This Thanksgiving it was hard without my Mom.  But by your prayers and by God's holy spirt, I strongly believe that that will get us by.  Thanks for reading.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6666cc;"&gt;Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3421284892637416447?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3421284892637416447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3421284892637416447&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3421284892637416447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3421284892637416447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2137364680158390465</id><published>2007-11-15T05:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T06:06:17.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teenage Sensibility</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Devon is the wise one in our family.  One question that he is always asking me is:  "Are you mad at me?"  We were driving last night and I asked him why he always asks me that question.  I asked him if I was saying or doing something that made it seem that I was mad at him.  He just answered, 'You're just so quiet.'  I am realizing that it is perhaps my anxiety that unnerves him and he sees through this. I am sometime anxious and don't want to talk about it, so I get pensive, and he thinks I'm mad.  Maybe I am, I don't know.  Just leave to Devon to bring out the best in me, or leave it to Devon to help me see things as they are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I was complaining to him during our walk and he told me, hey just get off your butt and do something about it, instead of complaining.  Wise words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;God is using Devon to give me a gentle kick in the butt at times.  I know that I do this for Devon too, but that's just what parents do by nature.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;He notes when I am getting overly riled up and tells me so, in a sensible, in-your-face manner.  The kind of comment that makes me consider it, because it is in-your-face, but loving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;We are finding that our God is true to His Word.  He is faithful.  Our sorrow and our trials are testing his promises.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;BSF (Bible Study Fellowship) is especially helpful here.  God's word is foundational and is living.  These words are not just words sitting there on the printed page, but are words of life, words that you can count on.  Sure, we stray and fall, but God's word remains even though we are unfaithful, He is faithful.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Our walks in the morning and time in the Word, I am finding are necessary for us to be building on God's solid rock.  We fall, but He stands, sure as shootin.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;nuff said,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2137364680158390465?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2137364680158390465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2137364680158390465&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2137364680158390465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2137364680158390465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/11/teenage-sensibility.html' title='Teenage Sensibility'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6329736356456078186</id><published>2007-11-14T05:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:38.317-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Post Math Exit Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RzvGsQlqWMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KRn05M5Kgow/s1600-h/IMG_0734.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132914663988287682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RzvGsQlqWMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KRn05M5Kgow/s320/IMG_0734.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devon said that he felt 'peaceful' as he took his Math Exit Exam. Now, this is not a word usually associated with a three hour, (I need to pass this to graduate) Math exam, but this is what he said.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We owe this to the prayers, support and encouragement of all of you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Devon said that he read the question three times over prior to answering. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;His independent study teacher, Mr. Holden, was the proctor for the test, so he felt very comfortable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Devon is going into his 5th or 6th counseling session this week. He seems to be benifitting from the weekly time set aside 'just to talk'. Both of us will be meeting with the therapist next week (with his permission) so that she can share some things with me. Please pray for this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;The therapy that I attend has been helpful for me. It's good to get some feedback, just to talk and process.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We have had several losses recently in our family as Gail's Auntie Tye went to be with the Lord recently and also my Uncle Bill Tanaka who lived in Clovis. Ca. It was good to be with family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;My parents, Carl and Miko are leaving tonight to return to Anaheim. Their visit has been a blessing to the both of us. We will miss them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;We are grateful for your ongoing prayers. This upcoming Thanksgiving is our first holiday without Gail with us. I don't know how it will be for us. I would like to be especially thankful for what we do have, instead of cursing for what we don't. We'll see.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;The tentative plan now is to go serve meals @ St. Vincent De Paul in the city with brother Greg. Our family enjoyed doing this last year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;May your lives and hearts be filled with all of Christ's provision and goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;jon and devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6329736356456078186?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6329736356456078186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6329736356456078186&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6329736356456078186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6329736356456078186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/11/post-math-exit-exam.html' title='Post Math Exit Exam'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RzvGsQlqWMI/AAAAAAAAAXQ/KRn05M5Kgow/s72-c/IMG_0734.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6871194169437492227</id><published>2007-11-06T21:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T21:42:18.289-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math Exit Exam</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hi.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;tomorrow @ 7:45 is Devon's Math Exit Exam.  He and other students now have to pass the Math Exit Exam to graduate High School.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;He came very close to passing it last year.  &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Please pray for peace tomorrow for Devon and all students trying to pass.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Devon is continuing to meet with a Christian counselor and he is benefitting from it as am I. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Mom and Dad Yoshimine are here to be with us for about 10 days which is a treat for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6871194169437492227?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6871194169437492227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6871194169437492227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6871194169437492227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6871194169437492227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/11/math-exit-exam.html' title='Math Exit Exam'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8867912173739514134</id><published>2007-10-22T23:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:38.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Held together with duc tape....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2ZXoiBTII/AAAAAAAAAW4/nurneY82Y_8/s1600-h/STA_0594.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124420582313643138" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2ZXoiBTII/AAAAAAAAAW4/nurneY82Y_8/s320/STA_0594.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;This is my journal above. It is 4 years old and held together with duc tape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;It still serves its purpose though because it still has some blank pages.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;This morning I had 'my time' with Gail. I spoke to her in the first person. The conversation did not come easily. There were a lot of starts and stops, but we were there....together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;This was not something that I was looking forward to and it took me a week to do it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;It was, however, time well spent. There was longing, pain, sorrow and a strange peace, all mixed together. It was quite messy, actually.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I can see her now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;There she was, lying there so peaceful, a nurse had braided her hair and her favorite turtle blanket was covering her....she was saying not to worry about her, that she was going to be with Jesus and that she was safe and sound. That was both comforting and painful. This fact illcits the same feelings even now. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;The painful reality that she is no longer here sinks deeper by the day and yet her memory lives on in us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I see Devon honoring Gail everyday. He has matured so much in a short time. No wonder. The Lord and Gail were quite a team. I sense that they are both pleased by what they see. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;I myself hope that I can be more and more like Jesus and Gail and become less that He can become more.&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/4526801209972321024-8867912173739514134?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8867912173739514134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8867912173739514134&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8867912173739514134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8867912173739514134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/10/held-together-with-duc-tape.html' title='Held together with duc tape....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2ZXoiBTII/AAAAAAAAAW4/nurneY82Y_8/s72-c/STA_0594.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3512861731371800043</id><published>2007-10-22T23:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:38.581-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ahhh!...cheers!!!!  The newest Peetniks in Half Moon Bay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2WeoiBTHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m58crXG03aM/s1600-h/IMG_0581.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124417404037844082" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2WeoiBTHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m58crXG03aM/s320/IMG_0581.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#996633;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;peet's is here. finally.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;two soul brothers to the right celebrating free coffee day last Saturday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;uh oh.&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/4526801209972321024-3512861731371800043?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3512861731371800043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3512861731371800043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3512861731371800043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3512861731371800043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/10/ahhhcheers-newest-peetniks-in-half-moon.html' title='ahhh!...cheers!!!!  The newest Peetniks in Half Moon Bay'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2WeoiBTHI/AAAAAAAAAWw/m58crXG03aM/s72-c/IMG_0581.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7898464792230812358</id><published>2007-10-20T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:38.739-08:00</updated><title type='text'>how am I doing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2VmYiBTGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-EMzIQh3ZwQ/s1600-h/IMG_0549.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5124416437670202466" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2VmYiBTGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-EMzIQh3ZwQ/s320/IMG_0549.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Hi,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Devon speaking. I feel alright considering the fact that my Mom is not here anymore. School is going ok. I am doing pretty good. Just keep praying that I pass all my classes and that I will able to stay in a good relationship with God and my Dad. Thanks for all of prayers. I hope all of you guys are doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is me in my first job at the half moon bay pumpkin festival. We sold mac and cheese and pumpkin mac and cheese.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7898464792230812358?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7898464792230812358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7898464792230812358&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7898464792230812358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7898464792230812358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/10/how-am-i-doing.html' title='how am I doing'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rx2VmYiBTGI/AAAAAAAAAWo/-EMzIQh3ZwQ/s72-c/IMG_0549.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7339962865417061125</id><published>2007-10-13T22:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:38.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed are they that mourn........</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RxGk_4iBS_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zQR4WtCcpNY/s1600-h/HPIM1088.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5121055668710755314" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RxGk_4iBS_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zQR4WtCcpNY/s320/HPIM1088.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;The following verse came to mind this past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;'Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;How do I mourn anyways? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I hope that by writing on today's post to somehow discover in some depth what mourning is and somehow be comforted.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I was encouraged recently to have my private &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;time to get my feelings out. I told this person that I used to journal but haven't much since Gail's passing, just here and there. He told me that if I use the journal and set aside regular time, that this can be a time that Gail and I have together. This statement kind of kicked my butt. I never thought about journaling in this way before. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;This regular journaling time could be a way for me to spend time with Gail in the here and now and even into the future. What a precious time this could be....I could tell Gail how much that she means to me in this life and how grateful I am for the life that we had, and how full it was.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Even now, I am grateful as I write this post.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are memories and gratitude written randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I am grateful to the Lord for being able move to Half Moon Bay 9 years ago as Gail's health improved along the way. She was active as ever, doing what she loved.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that our family and friends in Orange County released us to move to No. Cal with their blessing. These past nine years have been ones of planting and building.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I remember when Gail and I worked with Jr. Highers and she used to get her paycheck all in cash and how quickly that wad of money would disappear because Jr. Highers never had any money, but they could eat a ton!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the wonderful years that we had in Anaheim and teaming up in ministry and in community at 'The Ark'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the tamale making parties at the Ark and I could see Gail off in the corner with a cup o' joe in deep conversation, while the rest of us were doing something silly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for what we had in community through 'JR'.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the way that my life and Devon's life were better off as a result of our 'love bond' with Gail.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that Gail 'gave me up' to the Lord years ago and didn't feel the need to try to change me. This released Gail into a season of health and giving to others. It also freed me up.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that Gail took the opportunity to get to know people and 'be with' people over the years. She just didn't &lt;em&gt;have &lt;/em&gt;the opportunity, she took the opportunity to be used by God to enrich lives and to 'bear' and share with 'loved' ones.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that Gail was able to team up with Aaron and Lisa and the gang at the Molina's to collaborate in the education of our children and to be involved in both a relational and instructive way.  She loved being with Tay-tay, Allie, Heather, Ryan and Alison.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful for the Lord's gift of time that He gave us with Gail. It is priceless. (As I write this, I grieve and I mourn, but somehow it is okay.) As I write this, I feel both close to her and so blessed. I weep as I write realizing how blessed I am &lt;em&gt;and &lt;/em&gt;how sad I am. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm thankful that somehow I can have 'time with Gail' in my journaling time.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm glad that the Lord used Gail to bless you and shine his face upon you and give you His peace and blessing. Gail was blessed to sit/walk/stand with you both in joy and sorrow, silence and despair, in goofiness and stupidity.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gail enjoyed being a team mom for the cougars, cats and cubs and she is so proud that you always did your best and never gave up. I know that she was amazed at the commitment demonstrated by Coach Steve and Coach Matt and Coach Heather and Coach Greg and Coach Kimberly.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Gail enjoyed being your friend and counted it a privelege.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was honored that she could be with you and you celebrated your marriage vows.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was blessed to be in your small group community.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was blessed to be a colleague and cohort in ministry and in life.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was blessed to witness and participate in your baptism, Lauren, Justin, Riley, Devon, Clayton, Ray-Ray and Clarise and Laura, Kazu, Erwin, Lisa, Lucy and many others.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was blessed to be able to be part of blessing Kenji up at June Lake this last Memorial Day Weekend.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;She was blessed by the Anaheim Free Methodist Church for allowing her to serve there and for helping support her financially through seminary.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;A about a month ago, I called Gail's Mom, Merry to ask her when she was coming up. I had had a hard week and was feeling really stretched. She came up and is with us and it has been good for all of us, I think. Devon and I began our therapy that same week, so the timing was good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I feel that with 'Mom' here, that I can 'go' to places that it was really hard to go to. Her presence has created some 'space' for me to let go here and there. I have felt that my mind has been really crowded and busy. Mom being here has helped me slow down a bit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'Going There' hasn't been easy. It has been bittersweet. It's hard because there is a sting and a hurt that is sharp realizing more fully that Gail is not here with me any longer physically. It has intensified the sadness and loss........and yet, her life and love still shine through and I realize that I am not as empty as I thought.....there is a fullness there...something there that even death, cannot steal....something lasting.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This morning I called Mike (Gail's bro) and we talked for over an hour. It was like we were out taking a walk together. It was hard and good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;10/20/07&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;more to come.....&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7339962865417061125?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7339962865417061125/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7339962865417061125&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7339962865417061125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7339962865417061125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/10/blessed-are-they-that-mourn.html' title='Blessed are they that mourn........'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RxGk_4iBS_I/AAAAAAAAAV0/zQR4WtCcpNY/s72-c/HPIM1088.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4852812439187002328</id><published>2007-10-13T11:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:39.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homecoming October 5-7, 2007 Blue Lakes, Hope Valley, Ca. Highway 88</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RxELV4iBS9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_NeXmcxIvpk/s1600-h/Devon+at+blue+lake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5120886721877199826" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RxELV4iBS9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_NeXmcxIvpk/s320/Devon+at+blue+lake.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Hi there...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;We had an adventure last weekend. 18 men and boys were trying to get to Tioga Lake to catch a late season lunker trout.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;We never made it to Tioga. It snowed 6 inches. Tioga Pass closed. Sonora Pass closed. Ebbetts Pass closed. We kept moving north trying to get over to the other side to 395 and down to Tioga from the back side. All to no avail.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Since we were the advanced party, with the tents, we had to make camp and set up camp. We looked at the GPS and it said Tioga Lake 4 hours and 37 minutes. That made 0ur decision for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;The Lord led us to Blue Lakes off of highway 88 near Hope Valley. It was snowy and went down to 17 degrees. As it turned out 2 out of the 3 of us in the car had been to Blue Lakes and it was a sort of a homecoming for guys in the group that had run cross country in and had come up to Blue Lakes in their high school days for training.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;As we saw each vehicle pull up, we were relieved, because the change was made on the fly and the conditions had worsened with some cars spinning out do to drifting snow at lower elevations.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;But alas, the tents were set up and a white hot fire was inviting chilly ones to draw near. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;Boots melted, but guys didn't care, their toes were toasty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Around the campfire we sang and acknowledged to the Lord and &lt;span style="color:#ff9900;"&gt;to&lt;/span&gt; one another that Jesus is with us through all of our lives. This truth rang true in our worship together and was evident.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;We had the lake to ourselves and the frigid temps gave way to 2 glorious days of fishing together. For more pics please go to www. marinerscc.org and go to picture gallery so you can experience our trip for yourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;You will want to be sure to be there next year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Jon and Dev.&lt;/span&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/4526801209972321024-4852812439187002328?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4852812439187002328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4852812439187002328&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4852812439187002328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4852812439187002328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/10/homecoming-october-5-7-2007-blue-lakes.html' title='Homecoming October 5-7, 2007 Blue Lakes, Hope Valley, Ca. Highway 88'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RxELV4iBS9I/AAAAAAAAAVk/_NeXmcxIvpk/s72-c/Devon+at+blue+lake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4588795573908794282</id><published>2007-09-27T20:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:39.701-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This Is one happy camper</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rvxwx4iBRQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4xIfmPP0GIU/s1600-h/devon+and+heather.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5115087279077016834" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rvxwx4iBRQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4xIfmPP0GIU/s320/devon+and+heather.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Devon was invited to get some 'real time' and 'in your face' feedback from his teachers at school. He took it like a man, and came out smiling. Here he is to the right with psychologist, Heather who shepherded his IEP yesterday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Devon received a first hand account of how he is doing in each class and how improvements can be made. He did well to receive the comments with acceptance and grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;This was a big deal because this one happens once every three years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It went well as the Spirit directed the proceedings. It was evident that his team of service providers, instructors and friends are solidly behind Devon and his desire to obtain his high school diploma and to be able to walk with his class.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Heather said that Devon is doing remarkably well despite what he's gone through and the fact that he is at the high school for the first time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Aaron, his home school teacher and believer trained Devon up well. His notebook looks organized which is a minor miracle in itself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;I think that Gail is proud of how Devon is doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Georgia;color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It was a godsend for us to move to Half Moon Bay as Gail has been able to pour herself into our lives. We are better off as a result. We are thankful too that Gail was enjoying life and living and even on the day of her episode, she was preparing for a party for others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Her life was so full of good things and good people. Her life was short, but so full and we are thankful that she was doing what she loved doing. Devon and I grieve her loss. It is indeed painful to know that she is not with us and that we will no longer see her in this life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We need to still get help in doing our grief work. Pray for us for this critical piece of a healthy future. It seems that God is leading us to a private counseling situation with Christ follower that is Asian American. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;It looks like the teen peer counseling is fallen through and is not supposed to happen as a first step.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Close friends Lisa, Deanne and Auntie Liz were present with us with meant the world to us, as were our friends and family near and far, the memorial day gang, the big wave gang, the work gang, the hoops gang, the Mariner's and C-Pals gang and the 'save the yoshi's committee' is doing their part to be hands, and ears for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;We love you all!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Gratefully, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&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/4526801209972321024-4588795573908794282?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4588795573908794282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4588795573908794282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4588795573908794282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4588795573908794282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/09/this-is-one-happy-camper.html' title='This Is one happy camper'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Rvxwx4iBRQI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/4xIfmPP0GIU/s72-c/devon+and+heather.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1793208427794298652</id><published>2007-09-25T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:39.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Request</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RvmsKIiBRPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SHPorkZJGw0/s1600-h/IMG_0109.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_" style="CLEAR: both; FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RvmsKIiBRPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SHPorkZJGw0/s320/IMG_0109.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  This is a happy camper???? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow is Devon's IEP (Individual Educational Plan/Trienniel)  which includes results of psychological testing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aim of this process is to tailor his educational program to suit his needs on various levels including, but not limited to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Academic&lt;br /&gt;2.  Psycho/Social&lt;br /&gt;3.  Workability/Career development&lt;br /&gt;4.  Occupational therapy&lt;br /&gt;to name a few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deanne, an OT and Lisa, Devon's bud and confidante have been great in getting us prepped for the meeting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The participants include:  the school psychologist, his instructors, his case worker, his service providers and parent advocates. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need prayer for us to be sensitive to the leading of the Holy Spirit for wisdom and counsel so that we are in step with the Spirit and don't get ahead, or lag behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon's head and heart are into the game (school).  It's truly been a miracle how he has progressed in this, his first full year at High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been so needy and friends and family have been intervening. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a long layoff on the journaling, I don't to have to think too hard at all at how Someone is looking out for us.  I'm glad that I have so much thanksgiving to fill the pages with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray too for friends Aaron (Devon's homeschool guru) and his wife, Anne as they have moved to Cambodia to serve the people through education and friendship. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray for good friend, Kimberly who just moved to Vietnam for a season.  Pray for safety and discovery.  We all miss her so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please let us know how we can be there for you as you so wonderfully have been there for us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Dev&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Devon must have a prophetic gifting.  He attends the Saturday night service @ Mariners.  Last Saturday, he came home and insisted that I attend the 9:00AM service.  I didn't want to, but did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that everytime Devon insists that I go, it is a Sunday that I don't want to go, but go because of his insistence, and each time, I think Wow. I'm glad that I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The phrase that stood out to me was, 'Jesus didn't minister to others from a distance.  When he ministers to us, he comes close.' &lt;br /&gt;You can hear this message, it's a good one by going to &lt;a href="http://www.marinerscc.org/"&gt;www.marinerscc.org&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div style='clear:both; text-align:LEFT'&gt;&lt;a href='http://picasa.google.com/blogger/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbp.gif' alt='Posted by Picasa' style='border: 0px none ; padding: 0px; background: transparent none repeat scroll 0% 50%; -moz-background-clip: initial; -moz-background-origin: initial; -moz-background-inline-policy: initial;' align='middle' border='0' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1793208427794298652?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1793208427794298652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1793208427794298652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1793208427794298652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1793208427794298652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/09/prayer-request.html' title='Prayer Request'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RvmsKIiBRPI/AAAAAAAAAHI/SHPorkZJGw0/s72-c/IMG_0109.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2081247004295113282</id><published>2007-09-20T20:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T21:13:08.534-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life with me</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;     This is Devon speaking.  I am doing alright considering that I feel really sad without my Mom here with us physically.  I don't know what to take my anger and depression on.   I know I want to serve the Lord with all my heart, but it's really hard or almost pratically impossible to see what he is trying to do in my life.  I am trying to stay quote in quote "strong" for everyoe.  But then I discovered that it's ok to miss my Mom and go through this greiving process.  I just want to live a life for God, and impacting others.&lt;br /&gt;  What I am really thankful about is that me and my Dad are able  to take a five minute walk in the morning with each other and talk about how we are doing.  I am glad that I still have my Dad with me to talk.  I am also glad that you guys are still around to support me. &lt;br /&gt;   My prayer request is that my IEP will go well and will be productive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      Thanks for listining,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2081247004295113282?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2081247004295113282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2081247004295113282&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2081247004295113282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2081247004295113282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/09/life-with-me.html' title='Life with me'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6518835577572423747</id><published>2007-09-06T19:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-06T20:05:54.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's Up with me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Hi guy's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;My shool year has been o.k. for the first two weeks.  It's not really that bad.  I got science, chours, U.S history, english, Algebra, and independent study.  The most hardest class for me is proabably Albebra because in my opinion it's so complex and hard to understand.  My favorite subject has to be english because I always get a's in that class.  It's been hard to go through life without my Mom.  So my prayer reqest is that school and work for me and my Dad would go well despite the fact that my Mom is not with us physically.  I also have a prayer request that we would honor her memory and honor the Lord.  Thank you guys for listining.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6518835577572423747?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6518835577572423747/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6518835577572423747&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6518835577572423747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6518835577572423747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/09/whats-up-with-me.html' title='What&apos;s Up with me'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4695046828374136230</id><published>2007-08-31T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T22:22:09.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to share this E-Mail with you......</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Hello Jon and Devon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We have been thinking about you both during this first week of school, it reminds me of all the time I spent alone in SB with the girls in school, at first it was hard to find people to put on the emergency list. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;It seems you are in good shape in this area, with good friends pitching in. It takes a village and your mom was so instrumental in setting up that village, in many ways she was always preparing you to walk in the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;She is so proud of you and what a man you are becoming.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I know school is a challenge Devon, as I watch A___ go through her daily struggles I realize that the process is really a life's training ground, a place to find yourself and loose yourself simultaneously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When it is good, relish ( no not the stuff you put on hot dogs) it, when it is bad, remember it is just --yes, just high school. Ask your dad what he remembers from that time in his life, you already have such a good head on your shoulders that you are way ahead of the game. I think in part it is those good Yoshimine genes, no discredit to your mom. But, the Yoshimine men are awesome and you are the one who will carry on the family name and spirit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We look forward to spending time with you both next weekend in Clovis. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A___ will be with us, Dodger not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;See you soon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;S-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;This was so life affirming to me for Devon.  Thank you, sj!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;jon and dev&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4695046828374136230?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4695046828374136230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4695046828374136230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4695046828374136230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4695046828374136230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/i-want-to-share-this-e-mail-with-you.html' title='I want to share this E-Mail with you......'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3598500863885993920</id><published>2007-08-26T22:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T22:26:40.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School Dayz</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Devon flew home today on Jet Blue.  We were all proud of him as he was able to navigate the airport without any problem.  Grandma Merry (Gail's Mom) was very proud of Devon.  I think that it gave her some peace that he is getting exercising some independence.  Next time he won't have two fistfuls of change in his pockets going through security....oh well...live and learn.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;A good friend and I got together on Friday night.  He and I went to a Giants-Cubs game @ ATT&amp;T.  It's hard to go to a game and have no one to root for.  The company was good though and so were the garlic fries.  We got together again on Friday to worship.  I told him that I can't remember anyone calling to get together just to worship.  It was good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Devon, Joey S., and I went to Half Moon Bay High to go to Devon's locker.  He has a great location and he opened it over and over again easily.  He will need to use his locker this year because he has six classes. Last year, Dev lugged his 100% of his books back and forth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We also walked to his classes.  We went to one class, his Algebra class and the door was open.  Inside was a very sweet, kind instructor, Ms. B., and she asked Devon if he was nervous and Devon shared that Algebra was his toughest subject and she replied, don't worry, we're in this together.  This was reassuring to the both of us.  Again, God providing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I'm grateful that on both occasions when I went to the High School, Pete M., was there (the head of special education.  He help me navigate the changes that needed to be made.  This was really helpful because Devon's counselor is new this year.  It was amazing to me that Pete was there both times!  Again, God providing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Devon's case manager for his special education is his independent study teacher who also teaches Algebra who also is Devon's independent study teacher.  Again, God providing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I called our neighbor this afternoon to speak to her husband that had just returned from a month-long fishing trip.  He was off for another week of fishing!  We talked a little about school starting tomorrow and she offered to take Devon to school everyday!  I didn't even think to ask her.  Again, God providing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;I called another friend tonight to pray about the upcoming school year for our kids and during the conversation, she volunteered to invite Devon to her house after school as needed and offered Devon a ride home on rainy days!  Again, God providing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;When I am feeling down and out, I need to be reminded about the goodness of a God who provides!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;We are so grateful for the thoughts and prayers that have been offered on our behalf.  Love and thoughts from afar have brought near and present in our lives through the agency of prayer! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Please let us know of your prayer requests and you can contact us directly @ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:desert_streams@sbcglobal.net"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;desert_streams@sbcglobal.net&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#000099;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3598500863885993920?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3598500863885993920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3598500863885993920&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3598500863885993920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3598500863885993920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/school-dayz.html' title='School Dayz'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-944586420662921524</id><published>2007-08-20T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-20T18:49:58.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Music...YouTube of Alcia Keys</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Enjoy this video and song. It is from the movie, 'Glory Road'. We believe that we are walking a 'Glory Road.' It may be a hard road, but it is a Glory Road still the same, because it is the road that Jesus walked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayU4cQmaAmY"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ayU4cQmaAmY&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-944586420662921524?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/944586420662921524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=944586420662921524&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/944586420662921524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/944586420662921524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-musicyoutube-of-alcia-keys.html' title='Sweet Music...YouTube of Alcia Keys'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7793309596198336538</id><published>2007-08-17T18:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T19:23:53.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My rap</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my rap explaining my sadness and grief for the loss of my Mom: I am so sad without her in my life. Everyday I am going through the same fucking strife. I feel like I have been hit. Why do I feel like a worthless peice of shit? I don't know what to do. Now I feel like wasting my life on booze. Life sucks. But does anyone even give a fuck? I try to do good. I would if I could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You know I am just being honest.  I am sorry for all the profanity in it, but that is how I am feeling recentley  Today me and my Dad had a really good talk about how me and my Dad are both feeling about Mom's passing.  It's been hard because it's one of  the first vacation we took without her being with us physically.  I have been sharing a lot of my feelings on the blog but was not comfortable sharing with my Dad in person.  So my Dad was wondering why I was not sharing with him.  So I said when I did share with him he got mad and/or sensitive to what I was saying and just shut down before hearing the whole messeage.  But today me and my Dad decided that we both need to go through the greiving process together as father and son.  It's just not a army of one act.  So me and my Dad made amends and now are trying to be open and honest with one another as best as we can.  Thank you guys for &lt;span style="BACKGROUND-COLOR: #ffff00"&gt;hearing what I have to say.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7793309596198336538?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7793309596198336538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7793309596198336538&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7793309596198336538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7793309596198336538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/my-rap.html' title='My rap'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2703825634444206155</id><published>2007-08-17T00:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-17T00:49:23.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IHOP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Tonight just when Devon and I came back to our motel room, I was watching and listening to a 10 minute praise song by worshipers from IHOP.  Much of the worship had no words.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;The Holy Spirit was saying......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;'Your ways are not hidden from me.  I know you altogether.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;It was like I was hearing it directly from the Lord himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;I'm thankful that he uses things like this amazingly on public tv through God.tv.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#999900;"&gt;Wow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2703825634444206155?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2703825634444206155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2703825634444206155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2703825634444206155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2703825634444206155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/ihop.html' title='IHOP'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7279509002885815821</id><published>2007-08-11T07:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-11T08:00:12.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To Devon</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dear Devon,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I am thankful to the Lord that He provided a way for you to attend Redwood Christian Camp this past week.  Thanks for calling me to tell me how you were doing early in the week.  I was praying for you all week that you would remain open to all that God has for you and you would learn from Him and walk in His ways.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I heard that you shared your heart with others and received prayer.  I'm thankful that you have a heart that is open to the goodness of God.  I need to remain open to His goodness also.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I have been having a good time this past week.  And yes I did cry this week.  (I thought I'd tell you before you ask) Many of the tears fell just realizing how good he is and that we are in good hands. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;The following verse has helped me.  .....And lo, I am with you always, even to the end of the age'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Matthew 28:20.  The Lord knows what we need.  He is always sending us reminders that he hasn't forgotten about us, or has not abandoned us.  He has shown this to me in the following ways this past week:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;1.  I was sitting outside during a break at work and was looking at the flowers growing in the sun and though about the verse, 'Consider the lilies, they don't worry about anything, but they rest under His care.' We can do the same.  We don't have to worry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;2.  And the Word became flesh and dwelt among us.  God is with us.  He shows us this through people.  There have been some sweet visitations this past week.  Uncle Peter told me about a time in 70's or 80's when Mom convinced him to go on a protest with her.  We had a good laugh about this.  I had an Al and Bea's burrito that uncle Peter brought from East La.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;3.  Bachan ironed a bunch of my shirts and through away a bunch of junk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;4.  Auntie Sandee H. sent a to-do list and Bachan 'loved' crossing things off the list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;5.  Ji-Chan and Ba-chan helped wrap Cd's and books so that they could be sent out.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;6.  Uncle Brian and Auntie Sandy stopped @ Bay City to say hi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;I'm looking forward to spending time with you when we go to Mt. Lassen together.  It will be good to take some hikes and you can tell me what the Lord did at camp.  It'll be good just to hang together.  Please remind me to order some Netflix movies to take with us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;Dad&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7279509002885815821?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7279509002885815821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7279509002885815821&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7279509002885815821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7279509002885815821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-devon.html' title='To Devon'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8688038436061584852</id><published>2007-08-04T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:40.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends Forever....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RrSl2nhw-dI/AAAAAAAAABg/9k7v1uE1_Cc/s1600-h/HPIM0864.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094879436204997074" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RrSl2nhw-dI/AAAAAAAAABg/9k7v1uE1_Cc/s320/HPIM0864.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;This pic is with Greg and Kimberly, dear friends and fellow coaches in Special Olympics. If you ever do a keyword search on Google and type in 'give' you will find 'hits' too numerous to count!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;They were there for us giving and giving. They have poured themselves out much like Jesus, giving and expecting nothing in return. They just 'show up'! It's not like they don't have anything to do either! They are in the midst of a move across the street from Pac Bell in SF. Please pray that it cools down! The wonderful skylight is hiking up the temps!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;This photo is in front of Greg and Kim's favorite foodie joints, called 'Peter's' We celebrated both Mother's Day and Father's Day with them over breakfast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Kimberly is working with 'Big Wave' (see links for more info). She is the communications director.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;Greg and Kimberly have become family. Gail, Devon and I always wanted our friends and family from So Cal and No Cal to meet and they have formed, lasting relationships. During the hoops season, Kimberly and Gail would sit in the bleachers and talk about family and life. They became close and kind of like sisters. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#666600;"&gt;We're thankful for our friendship with these dear ones. Please keep them in your prayers.&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/4526801209972321024-8688038436061584852?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8688038436061584852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8688038436061584852&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8688038436061584852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8688038436061584852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/friends-forever.html' title='Friends Forever....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RrSl2nhw-dI/AAAAAAAAABg/9k7v1uE1_Cc/s72-c/HPIM0864.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8591773246041137972</id><published>2007-08-01T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:40.295-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun with Friends...Brice, Sandee, Riley (in our boat) and Karina</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093959570174310850" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RrFhPXhw-cI/AAAAAAAAABY/wRt-PF_2Y_M/s320/HPIM1163.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This was a fun afternoon in Golden Gate Park paddling around Stow Lake on a grey Sunday Afternoon this last weekend.  Brice, Sandee, Riley and Karina were on their way back from a two week road trip to Yellowstone and the Grand Tetons.  They laid over for a whole week and worked and worked and worked.  Between brother Jeff Yosh and the Hunts, our garage is cleaned out, and our home is in good shape.  Sandee took the time to go through everything.  Brother Jeff, rented a 12 yard dumpter and filled it to the brim. The rest of the stuff, we put out for free and it went.  The recliner, couch, refridgerator and dryer and a bunch of other trash only cost 59.50.  Brice and I were sweating it with 'only' 200 bucks in our pockets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Brice walked with Devon and I on our regular walks.  This has been a great source of encouragement and it helps get the day start off on the right foot.  There is still much to consider and it is challenging to sit and be still and receive.  Our souls need to receive His comfort. I sense that part of us is resistant to being comforted because we're upset and hurting.  Please pray that we can be open to the Lord's ministry and comfort that can only come from Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Dev and I are going to take a mini-vacation to Mt.Lassen Volcanic Monument.  This is somewhere that we've never been and we plan to hike around and fish a little but not much.  It's more of a discovery and hang out vacation.  We will be staying in Chester, Ca.  The key amenity is a tv.  It will help to also have a refer and a microwave.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Then when we return, Devon and i are going to attend the Craig's List non-profit boot camp @ Cal.  I went last year and it was valuable and I want Devon to be exposed to the not for profit world.  Craig's List does it so well.  We use them at work for job postings almost exclusively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devon has started tutoring for Math with the aim of helping him to pass the Math portion of the California High School exit exam.  One of our friends from church, Deanne suggested that one of her boys help Devon and her son Brendan is tutoring Devon for an hour each night.  Devon doesn't complain and seems to enjoy it.  One of his favorite sayings is pie plus pie equals more pie.  You can be praying about his schooling for the fall.  I need to make an appointment with the counselor to discuss his classes.  He will be in high school full-time after being in home school half time last year and high school half time.  I want him to enjoy high school.  I want him to be able to go out for a sport, get a job and get his license.  Currently, in my mind his schedule as it stands now precludes him from doing this.  Please pray for wisdom here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The Lord has been providing for us.  The following are just a few ways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1.  A friend that I haven't spoken to in a long time shared about the loss that he encountered and how it affected he and his wife.  He shared how he dealt with it and he and his wife did the grief work.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2.  The teen grief support group in Palo Alto is on Tuesday nights which is Bible Study Fellowship next door in Palo Alto.  I'm hoping that Devon can attend both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3.  Our friend Lisa invited us over for a barbeque tonight and a movie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4.  A friend came over and shared about how he has been dealing with the loss of health with his spouse and the impact that it has had on he and his family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5.  The meals that have been coming our way from the the community for the last 5-6 weeks.  It happens that it is often enough that we don't have to cook much and not too frequent that we have to throw stuff away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6.  Hanging out with the fellas and having a movie night @ the Tuhoys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7.  Brice joining us on our walk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8.  Kenji joining us for our walk and taking Devon to Popeye's.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9.  The ongoing prayers and memories that come both through E-Mail and through the blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I was sharing with Devon the other day, that one of my biggest concerns is trying to the job of two people and realizing that I can't give to Devon what Gail gave to him.  I don't want his life to be cheated, I want it to be better.  I told him that both he and I will have to step it up.  We discussed that we need to write down what is important and agree what is important and make time for it.  Last Sunday, Devon wrote down 32 things that are important while I attended the early service.  I want to share what he wrote:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Do homework and turn it on time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Feed the cats&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Clean their litter box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Fill up their water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Make my bed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;6. Take my medication&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;7. Do and go to my Bible Study Fellowship lessons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;8. Get good grades&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;9.  To maintain a good relationship with God and follow Him and His calling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;10.  To organize my homework&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;11. To make sure I either have my lunch packed or have enough money for lunch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;12.  To be able to have all my school supplies before school starts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;13. To work hard and hopefully pass the Math exit exam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;14.  To honor my Mom's memory by doing what she would love to see us doing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;15.  Be leading more of my friends to Christ&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;16.  To be able to keep open house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;17.  To become more active in my small group&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;18.  To become cool-tempered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;19.  To grow deeper in my faith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;20.  To honor God adn his commandments&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;21. TO grow closer to God&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;22. To stay in shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;23. To be an active member in the church&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;24. To be able to go from ground zero to ground 10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;25. To be able to impact people's lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;26.  To spend more time with the things that are important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;27.  To be able to open my heart to new ideas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;28. To be able to stay strong for my loved ones&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;29.  To be able to honor my Dad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I will share how we are doing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/4526801209972321024-8591773246041137972?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8591773246041137972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8591773246041137972&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8591773246041137972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8591773246041137972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/08/fun-with-friendsbrice-sandee-riley-in.html' title='Fun with Friends...Brice, Sandee, Riley (in our boat) and Karina'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RrFhPXhw-cI/AAAAAAAAABY/wRt-PF_2Y_M/s72-c/HPIM1163.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6012077049375032957</id><published>2007-07-29T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-29T20:29:04.241-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking with Dad</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Devon speaking. Me and Dad walking has been really helped me by keeping me fit and also to keep in connection with my feelings and also my Dad's. Today me and my Dad's walk been really helpful because we were discussing about what we need to do that is really important and to not neglect the stuff in our lives that are trying to help us. We got in a argument about what we should to but eventually we came to a agreement and made amends for arguing. It's going to be hard without my Mom around. But it's not impossible with family, friends, and God. Some of my prayer requests is that me and my Dad could really commute about how we feel without getting mad. Also that we could make it day by day without getting wiped out. Other then that I think I am fine. See you guys later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6012077049375032957?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6012077049375032957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6012077049375032957&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6012077049375032957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6012077049375032957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/walking-with-dad.html' title='Walking with Dad'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2671976511716081201</id><published>2007-07-27T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-27T18:09:09.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>helpless</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Devon.  You know, people have been telling me about all this shit about how the hell it's going to get better.  But, the reality of it is, is that it's not going to get better no matter how hard I try.  I could try until I am blue in the face, but it is not going to make it any better.  I feel so sad without my Mom.  I don't know what to do.  People will probably say, trust in God.  I did until he took my Mom away.  Then I got  pissed off at that mothafucka that calls himself the greatest God in the whole damn universe.  But that is my own humble opinion.  What's is my own humble opinion against thousands of others?  Well I tried praying and it worked most of the times.  But I never been as strong in my faith since my Mom passed.    I try to trust in God even dispite my circumstances.  Thanks for listening to m endless bitchen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2671976511716081201?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2671976511716081201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2671976511716081201&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2671976511716081201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2671976511716081201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/helpless.html' title='helpless'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3484957713512922065</id><published>2007-07-17T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T17:03:25.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Devon's Celebration @ Sweetwood Campground</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Hi Everyone!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the last 9 years until this year, Gail and Devon have travelled to So.Cal. during July.   He usually celebrates his birthday with family down South.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;This year I was feeling the pressure.   Devon's 16th Birthday.   I'm so busy and there is no time to plan, and how do I get the word out?   Plus, we've never had a party for him up here in the past.   But I thought that it would be good given what's taken place to have as many people come around in more of a celebratory environment.  We are grateful to the Lord that he provided such memorable event that I'm sure that both Devon and I will cherish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;For the last few years, I have been wanting to host an event/retreat at this campground in Half Moon Bay.   It is a group campground that can accommodate 50 campers, it is wooded and has a grassy field with a huge fire pit.   It was cool as it was available with less than a week's advanced notice.   Truly a gigantic God thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A friend that teaches special ed and works with Sierra Club has a bunch of rec. equipment that he brought out, including a volleyball net, frisbees and a football.   He had some games to run, but he didn't have to because everyone was just doing their own thing.The campground is next to the coastside trail, so some of our friends biked to the campground to join the festivities.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;We grilled a bunch of carne asada, corn and people brought other fixins.Devon had a greeaaat time!   It was cool to see him laughing.   The area is so safe and lots of places to explore.   You wouldn't know that you are literally 5 minutes from Safeway.   We don't usually have group activities with our hoops buddies during the summer, so it was good for everyone to run around and get a little crazy.   I know Gail would be pleased. Mom Toguchi busted butt doing a lot of chopping for the tacos.  It was good for Devon to re-connect with a bunch of people that he hadn't seen for awhile.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;It was a great blend of friends of church and the community, and Special Olympics. Guys from Devon's small group came out to hang. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devon is in summer school.   It is kind of boring and seems like a waste of time.  He hangs out at the boys club after school.   He is still involved in Kuk Sool but I think that he wants a vacation from it.   He ditched the other day and I kind of laughed.   He took a detour to Burger King but eventually made it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Mom Toguchi is leaving on the 26th.   Brother Jeff Yoshimine is coming up this week and working on some house stuff, like getting the garage in shape to be a activity space for Devon and his friends.   The following week Brice and Sandee are staying in town and will help do the same, then we will drive up to the Sierras with Brice and Sandee for the weekend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devon will be a Counselour in Training at Camp-by-the Sea the first week of August.   It is at the local elementary school.   He then be off to Redwood Camp.  I'm staying home.   My folks will be up during the week of camp, then the week after.   We might try to get down South after camp before school starts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;A good friend, Deanne K. has offered her two boys to help tutor Devon in basic concept of Algebra.   He came close to passing the Math portion of the High School Exit exam.  This year's test is on November 7th and 8th. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Devon and I are trying to do the walk that Gail and I started doing a few months prior to her illness.   He's pretty good about it.   It's to talk in the morning.   We are both in a pretty good mood.   Please pray for our health and that we can both get healthy and stay healthy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;The church family has been providing meals for us 3 or 4 times a week and will continue to do so through August   It has been great.   (no fish!)   We have not had to cook at all, which would be time consuming.   Hopefully I can get things that I need to get done, done, so I can do some cooking.   If you have any simple recipes, please send them our way.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;I am going to check into a grief counseling for both Devon and I, just to get some feedback.   It is through KARA in Palo Alto.   Please pray for this.   I don't know what 'normal' in processing my(our) sorrow and I don't want to over react and we need to be continuously receiving His Grace and Mercy.   Devon has had a few 'touch points' with some close friends whom he trusts.   I have had less so.   Please pray that I don't try to process this by myself.   It's hard to truly explain how I am doing because the emotions are mixed.   I do have the same assurance that Gail is safe and sound and I do have concerns about the future.   Having Grandma Merry here has been a tremendous help. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Please pray that we will follow the Spirit and not get ahead of Him and not be anxious.   Time seems fleeting with work and all.   Please pray for a healthy rhythm to our lives whatever that might look like.   I know that the Lord has created space for something new.   I don't just want to fill it with 'stuff'.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Thanks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Love, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#3366ff;"&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3484957713512922065?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3484957713512922065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3484957713512922065&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3484957713512922065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3484957713512922065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/devons-celebration-sweetwood-campground.html' title='Devon&apos;s Celebration @ Sweetwood Campground'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1102865620888319973</id><published>2007-07-08T14:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-08T14:26:52.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon speaking.  I feel refreshed after I went to summer camp at San Deigo for a week.  When one of the speakers were speaking, he said there was a major difference between knowing some facts about God, and acutally believing in him and those facts.  So I realized that I knew some of the facts about God, but did not have a actual personal relationship with our God and savior.  So on Tuesday night, I decided to trust God and put my life in his hands.  Ever sine, I have been trying my best to live a life of Godliness.  Now that I am back from camp, it is refreshing but it's also hard.  The reason that it's hard because now I am back in a sinful enviornment.  I was safe in a all christian enviornment when my faith can grow, but now when I am back in the community of Half Moon Bay, it is harder to follow through with my walk with God.  If anyone has suggestions please write on the blog or please pray for me.  Thanks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been hard or almost impossible without my Mom around.  Me and my Dad are not empty but we are still in the stage of greiving.  But  I know God is with us and so are you guys.  Thank you guys for all the hard work and support you gave and countinue to give us to this day.  I just pray that God will bless all of the work you guys have been doing to support us.  Thank you guys so much&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1102865620888319973?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1102865620888319973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1102865620888319973&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1102865620888319973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1102865620888319973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1336991782006756373</id><published>2007-07-02T17:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:40.454-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mourning.......together....buddies...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RomdvIJorVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g2yOVz3AMdA/s1600-h/HPIM0763.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082767087431626066" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RomdvIJorVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g2yOVz3AMdA/s320/HPIM0763.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;One of the things that Devon has been asking me almost everyday several times a day is:  Did you cry today?  When on the phone:  'Dad, are you crying?'  He then tells me if he cried or not and what made him cry.  I tell him the same thing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I'll tell you a few things that have triggered some tears.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;1.  Listening to the words of 'What's Going On?' by Marvin Gaye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;2.  Listening to the words of 'Devotion' by Earth, Wind and Fire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;3.  Doing the laundry and hanging my clothes in the closet next to Gail's clothes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;4.  When someone wrote in an E-Mail, 'Your Gail.'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;5.  My first walk since Gail's homecoming on the trail that we used to walk together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;6.  The fact that Gail is not around for Devon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;The sadness lingers and will continue to linger.  It's easy to feel sorry for myself.  The 'aloneness' that I experience every summer when Gail and Dev are in So. Cal. is now permanent, she's not coming back.  I mourn the loss of my love, my companion, my friend and partner and Devon's Mom. I pray that I can receive the comfort offered through others.  I need to continue to talk it out and walk it out.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I remember two ladies had each lost a son to suicide.  They decided to dedicate their lives to teaching others about suicide prevention.  They would share their story of loss over and over and over again.  Each time, they said was painful, but each time there was some healing as they shared.  I dare not process my sorrow alone.  Talk to someone about your loss and disapointments.  It doesn't change the situation, but some hope can emerge just the same.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:130%;color:#000099;"&gt;I went to work today after being off for over a week.  It was theraputic to be back at work.  I spoke to or said a simple 'hi' to about 20 people.  I laughed, I listened and I was quiet.  It felt good to laugh.  I needed that.  There was peace, strangely in the midst of insanity.  How can it be?&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/4526801209972321024-1336991782006756373?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1336991782006756373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1336991782006756373&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1336991782006756373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1336991782006756373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/mourningtogetherbuddies.html' title='Mourning.......together....buddies...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RomdvIJorVI/AAAAAAAAAA4/g2yOVz3AMdA/s72-c/HPIM0763.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3893798327089722265</id><published>2007-07-01T21:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:40.640-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Greg with Gail @ Pleasanton Hoops Tourney 4/07</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Roh_SoJorTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y3v8-FpV1Rc/s1600-h/HPIM1026.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082452137479810354" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Roh_SoJorTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y3v8-FpV1Rc/s320/HPIM1026.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#003333;"&gt;&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/4526801209972321024-3893798327089722265?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3893798327089722265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3893798327089722265&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3893798327089722265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3893798327089722265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/brother-greg-with-gail-pleasanton-hoops.html' title='Brother Greg with Gail @ Pleasanton Hoops Tourney 4/07'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/Roh_SoJorTI/AAAAAAAAAAk/Y3v8-FpV1Rc/s72-c/HPIM1026.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-5917328758042458505</id><published>2007-07-01T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:40.787-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Devon is off to San Diego (Hume Lake)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;Devon is off to San Diego (Hume Lake) today.  He has gone to summer camp before.  His guy's small group leader (Greg) and some other buddy's from church will be there too.  Thanks for your ongoing prayers.  He is struggling a bit with hurt and anger.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#330099;"&gt;This picture is at a book signing with his home school teacher Aaron.  Aaron wrote a book that he used in Devon's home school entitled 'Myth and the Summer Moon.'  Aaron and his wife Anne will be leaving soon to work in Cambodia.  We love you Aaron and Anne!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RofAQoJorSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1EM-qPahVu4/s1600-h/HPIM0868a.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082242096399166754" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RofAQoJorSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1EM-qPahVu4/s320/HPIM0868a.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&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/4526801209972321024-5917328758042458505?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/5917328758042458505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=5917328758042458505&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5917328758042458505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5917328758042458505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/07/devon-is-off-to-san-diego-hume-lake.html' title='Devon is off to San Diego (Hume Lake)'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RofAQoJorSI/AAAAAAAAAAc/1EM-qPahVu4/s72-c/HPIM0868a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3128860905182930538</id><published>2007-06-30T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T16:10:00.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Joy In Kenya</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Hi all, (From Sandy, Joy's sister)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;(Gail's brother, Mike, Joy and son Justin) are in Africa with Heavenly Treasures.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I just received a call from Joy from Kakuyuni, Africa!   They had a long trip and arrived safely to the village where they will be ministering.   The bus ride wasn't as long as they thought, but it was extremely bumpy and rough.The guest house was expanded and now has a dining room and another wing.   The walls were painted and Joy said it was nice.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;The village people have been very warm and welcoming.   Joy says the men there who are working tirelessly are so helpful and eager to show them everything.   Immediately she says you could see how primitive everything is and how hard everyone works to keep just the water supply.   The women carry the water to the village and Joy says that if they could somehow get a well for this village, it would change their lives dramatically.   The team walked through the village and talk of perhaps a community center and starting a farm and garden would really give this village a more sustaining way of life.The children were amazed at seeing the team's children.   They wait patiently for them to come out of the guest house and the kids have made an instant bond with the village children.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Joy feels that  the team's children will have a great impact on reaching this village and all the kids.    Simple things like blowing bubbles has brought so much joy to the village kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Pray for the following:1.  Mike will be speaking tomorrow at the church service. (Sunday Morning)   They are 10 hours ahead of us.2.  Pray for the team to remain healthy and well throughout the trip.3.  Pray for the team to be able to minister effectively  and find the best ways to help this village grow and become more life sustaining.4.  Pray for the language barrier that they may be able to learn the language and have effective interpretation.5.  Pray for God's everabiding presence and to lead this team every step of the way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;I'll hopefully hear back one more time before Christina Gaulton has to leave.   She has the GPS phone!Send this update to anyone I missed since they can't blog from the village.Please put on the prayer chain message!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;Thanks,Sandy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3128860905182930538?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3128860905182930538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3128860905182930538&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3128860905182930538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3128860905182930538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-joy-in-kenya.html' title='From Joy In Kenya'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3233018185513822249</id><published>2007-06-30T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T10:14:22.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Begin with the End in Mind</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;About 5 years ago, I drove up to Tioga Lake by myself and slept in my car and fished from sun up to sun down.  It was some kick butt fishing.  On Sunday before i headed home, I got my lawn chair and set it in the water on a ledge and wrote in my journal and prayed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;I was thinking about the future.  The words 'Begin with the End in Mind' came to mind.  I was thinking about my legacy. What would I want to leave behind for Devon.  I realized at that point that the Word of God transcends time and will live forever.  I realized that if Devon has the Word of God in his heart, he will be ok, even when I am gone.  That was comforting at that moment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Shortly after this, I got a phone call from my friend, Edwin about joining Bible Study Fellowship in Menlo Park @ Menlo Park Presbyterian Church.  The interesting thing about this is that they had a kids program that ran concurrent to the men's program.  I asked Devon if he would like to join me in learning more about God's Word and he said ok.  He also liked the thoughts of perhaps of getting a snack.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;We had daily reading and studying to do, (which was a good discipline).  Devon also memorized a portion of the Bible every week, which was also valuable.  That year, we studied the Minor Prophets.  Very long reading, (skim Ecclesiates) but we learned about how ordinary people like us who screw up constantly are met by a God that is forgiving, patient and kind.  We learned about how these men and women of faith faltered, failed and yet God sustained them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;In one of Devon's early blogs, he quoted one of his favorite verses from Zechariah.  'Not by might, nor by power, but by my Spirit says the Lord God almighty.'  This is a verse that Devon has said over and over and is still saying today.  Never has this verse rung so true in our lives now and into the future.  We pray that this would be everyone's belief and prayer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;Yesterday, was my first day back in Half Moon Bay and I was feeling a bit glum.  I felt that I have so much to do and was feeling sorry for myself.  However, this morning I went for a walk to the beach and the Lord used a comment on the blog to say that he remembers me and has not forgotten about me.  A friend, Cindy, who I have not spoken to in years posted yesterday about remembering that it was our Anniversary today.  Cindy of all people who I have not spoken to remembers our Anniversary!  Wow!  The Lord used this to speak to me that even when others may not remember or understand, He does.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;The neat thing about how God works is that He uses people to communicate that he hasn't forgotten about what we are going through.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3233018185513822249?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3233018185513822249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3233018185513822249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3233018185513822249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3233018185513822249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/begin-with-end-in-mind.html' title='Begin with the End in Mind'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4211058130990523938</id><published>2007-06-30T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T02:02:40.977-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gal Pals.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RoaIr4JorQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LLvfxpv4TDM/s1600-h/Special+Olympics+with+Parents.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081899516922735874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RoaIr4JorQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LLvfxpv4TDM/s320/Special+Olympics+with+Parents.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;These are some of Gail's pals from No. Cal.  Most of you probably already know Kimberly, Carol Yeo, Gail, Sally and Anne.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Their cheers and spirit helped to fuel the Coastside Cougar 'Green Machine', Special Olympics hoops squad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;I saw Patrick W. @ Safeway yesterday and he asked when hoops start.  Next year we will have another team to make 4 teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;We will need more volunteers!  &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/4526801209972321024-4211058130990523938?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4211058130990523938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4211058130990523938&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4211058130990523938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4211058130990523938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/gal-pals.html' title='Gal Pals.....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DkW26VYAyus/RoaIr4JorQI/AAAAAAAAAAM/LLvfxpv4TDM/s72-c/Special+Olympics+with+Parents.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4536376726192791945</id><published>2007-06-29T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:25:02.551-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bouquet of Memories</title><content type='html'>At Gail's second service we were limited in time to hear from people that may have had a memory that they wanted to share about Gail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a memory of Gail that you want to share with us and the community, please post it, or you can E-Mail to Jon @ &lt;a href="mailto:desert_streams@sbcglobal.net"&gt;desert_streams@sbcglobal.net&lt;/a&gt;.  Nothing fancy is needed, just real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon and Gail&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4536376726192791945?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4536376726192791945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4536376726192791945&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4536376726192791945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4536376726192791945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/bouquet-of-memories.html' title='Bouquet of Memories'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7516319515253136886</id><published>2007-06-29T09:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T09:12:02.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not ok, you're not ok, but it's ok.</title><content type='html'>I can just be me, and that's ok.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7516319515253136886?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7516319515253136886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7516319515253136886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7516319515253136886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7516319515253136886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/im-not-ok-youre-not-ok-but-its-ok.html' title='I&apos;m not ok, you&apos;re not ok, but it&apos;s ok.'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4950262782902040696</id><published>2007-06-25T10:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T10:26:50.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mom's Celebration Service and my prayer requests</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you all for coming to my Mom's memorial service.  It really meant a lot to me and my Dad.  I do  not know how to express my gratitude to all of the people that are sustaning us through this hard and unbelievible time of grief and  sadness.  I also want to thank God for all the great things and people he put around us.  I am sure my Mom and the Lord was honored for the service and all the people who came.  Still I feel like a peice of shit, being this sad and depressed.  I feel really hurt and wounded that my Mom is not with me and my DAd  I know God, family, and friends are with me, but that does not change that fact that my Mom is gone.  My prayer request is that this blog will countinue to use at a shelter that we can all share are feelings not only about my Mom, but about life in general.  I know that life must go on, but it is going to hurt really bad to try to move on.   My other prayer request is to move foward and not dwell on this but to cotinue serving the Lord and others.  I want my life to be a impact of a significant amount of people.  My other prayer request is that me and my Dad will get more of the Lord's comfort and kindness upon us as we are still mourning the loss of such a wonderful person.   Thank you for listining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt; Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4950262782902040696?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4950262782902040696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4950262782902040696&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4950262782902040696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4950262782902040696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/moms-celebration-service-and-my-prayer.html' title='Mom&apos;s Celebration Service and my prayer requests'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6916010336456097285</id><published>2007-06-24T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T08:35:59.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Better Off.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Today is the celebration service for my Gail and Devon's Mom.  What a life we've had up to now, soooo rich and full.  Not that it was an easy life.  Because it wasn't.  What made our lives full is that Christ, in His mercy could take sin-dead lives make them them alive.  If he could do that for us, he could do that for anyone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;One prayer that I prayed early on after Gail's episode, was that each and every person would somehow be better off by what transpired.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;How might a loving God, named Jesus want you to be better off as a result of Gail's death?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;And......as Gail would say;  'What's it gonna be?'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6916010336456097285?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6916010336456097285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6916010336456097285&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6916010336456097285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6916010336456097285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/better-off.html' title='Better Off.'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3975804722614432905</id><published>2007-06-20T23:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:32:35.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This, just in from my Dad.  Thanks Dad!</title><content type='html'>Dear Jon,&lt;br /&gt;I called Devon at Mike's and they were going to look at a DVD. I plan to go out with him tomarrow. Lauren may be coming up to pick him up, so I'll have to see what his plans are.&lt;br /&gt;I reminded him to pray and read the Bible before he goes to sleep and he said he would. We are enlisting many to pray for you and Devon during this time you are away from him.&lt;br /&gt;Have a good nights rest in the Lord. Love you Dad and mom&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3975804722614432905?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3975804722614432905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3975804722614432905&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3975804722614432905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3975804722614432905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-just-in-from-my-dad-thanks-dad.html' title='This, just in from my Dad.  Thanks Dad!'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8020470302747085776</id><published>2007-06-20T20:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-20T23:26:15.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rubber Meets the Road</title><content type='html'>Devon road down with my parents on Monday. Carol and Stephen Yee went down also. Devon seemed ready to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took last week off just to have 'hang time' with Devon. I think that we both wanted to make sure that we were both doing ok. Devon also had some low-key interactions with friends and attended both a graduation party and his youth group @ church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We celebrated Father's Day with the Yees, Greg, Kim and the Holmes. We barbequed. It was a nice closure to Mom and Dad's season with Devon and I. Devon, Dad and I went to Mariners on Sunday and it was nice to worship together with both my Dad and my son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went back to work on Tuesday. I'm glad that I did. Work is part of the whole and I'm glad that I didn't wait until 'I get well' to go back to work. The company has been great about allowing me to transition back into full capacity understanding that part of my mind is on my grief and loss. They are willing what I have to offer, even if it may not be very much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night after working a full day, I was tired. I don't think that I left a lot of things just laying around, but I found myself taking quite a bit of time, cleaning up after myself and right now, there is just one of me. Wow. But I continued to work and not leave things for tomorrow. I woke up this morning and the house was clean, dishes were washed, trash was out and I left the house with less clutter on the brain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I talked to Devon. He called. He is now processing his grief and is feeling sad and a little mad. I think he might be feeling bad for feeling mad. We talked about how it is ok and natural to have a wide range of emotions and that sometimes the emotions are unpredictable. Like tears. He heard me crying in the bathroom. When I came out, he told me that I didn't have to go into the bathroom to cry. I told him that I was crying while I was going to the bathroom, not anticipating when the tears would fall. We had a good chat about how it is ok to have feelings and that they are real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight two of family friends called. They are gal friends. Both prayed for myself and Devon. One of them called the other night and prayed a very steadying prayer. That night, I was feeling over-tired and fried. She quoted from Psalms 73 about the Lord's goodness and presence even when our flesh and bone feel shaky. I was shaky and these good words spoke to me. Another friend, Sandee called and as she prayed, she saw a picture of me on a lily pad that was holding me up. I told her, that that must've been one huge lily pad. We laughed while we prayed. The sense was that the Lord was holding me up using these lily pads that seem so fragile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This journey of mourning and loss is still bittersweet. The tears of sadness are still intermingled with tears of the Lord's goodness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8020470302747085776?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8020470302747085776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8020470302747085776&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8020470302747085776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8020470302747085776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/rubber-meets-road.html' title='The Rubber Meets the Road'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-9103886986865594409</id><published>2007-06-15T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T07:07:29.412-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Weaving Love</title><content type='html'>This post is from Carl Yoshimine, Devons Grandad (Ji-Chan)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the beginning when we heard at Anaheim about our beloved Gail, we have seen God's hand weaving His Love through every single day.  We were all at the church: Bachan, Merry, Mike, Joy, and Jordan.  We were in shock but it was coming to the Lord there as we prayed together that brought each of us strength to come up North.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday God brought special touches through host of persons coming to the hospital, being present, bring food, drinks, treats that we sectioned off 1/4 the waiting room just to be together.  The visitors were from various sector's of Jon and Gail's relationships...C-Pals (Special Olympics group); New Wave friends; church friends, relatives from No.Cal who came daily, So. Cal. all coming to be a network of encouragers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fabric of God's love which was being woven everyday through all of you. Some times the strands were bright with hope, then dark threads appeared when we heard from the nuerologist about what was happening to Gail. But our hope in our Lord held us together.  Our hearts were darkened by pain and the threads of your prayers continued to hold us and keep us bound to the Lord. We acknowledge that Gail's life continues to live because of the seeds of love empowered by God are touching lives up here and wherever she walked. But the greater hope we have is she is with Lord fully recovered, joined with her father, brother, and friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to Half Moon Bay and having the memorial service once again revealed how God wanted to reveal His love through every experience. Jon must of shared these since I have not read or kept up with this.  But God once again was lifted up throughout the service. Friends as far as Washington, So. Cal, No. Cal, Central Cal,Costal area worshipped and honored our Lord and Gail. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The weaving of God's love continues to draw us closer to God and more grateful to Him.  In our quiet family time this morning we sang "Great Is Thy Faithfulness" and "Trust and Obey".  How grateful we are for God's Faithfulness to us and in response that we have trusted Him.  In our quiet time thoughts we read from "Experiencing God Day by Day" about the way God chose Noah to be faithful and how his son's had to make a choice to follow thier faith and also follow their father's faith. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They were safe in the ark.  We reflected about Jon and Gail and Devon's life...they too lived in an ark in Anaheim which was a provision for their safety and life growing to be a family. God has continued to call them to Himself each day as they lived among us in Anaheim, and as their ark of safety moved up to Half Moon Bay. WE again acknowledge that God has chosen us and wants us to continue to be bring others along with us to enjoy the life and LOVE He has shared with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your prayers has been a source of strength, of hope, and of encouragement. Miko and I want to thank you for being there for Jon, Devon and our families: Toguchi's and Yoshimines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Miko and Carl&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-9103886986865594409?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/9103886986865594409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=9103886986865594409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9103886986865594409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9103886986865594409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/this-post-is-from-carl-yoshimine-devons.html' title='God&apos;s Weaving Love'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-5520784887303847276</id><published>2007-06-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-15T01:12:06.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We are Grateful</title><content type='html'>All-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are grateful to Jesus and to you, for our family and Gail have been the recipients of such amazing offerings of prayer, presence and resources. Thank you for welcoming our family into your midst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We're thankful for such a demonstration of support and presence at Gail's celebration service. Thank you all for 'showing up'. It meant the world to our family. We wish that we could have greeted each one of you personally. It brightened our hearts to see the interaction of the community united and working together. It was a joy to behold!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blesses us to hear from friends from years past. Hearing from you has brought us both comfort and cheer in these hard times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From 'The Message'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heavens and earth. I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit-not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength-that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you'll be able to take in with all Christ followers the extravagant dimensions of Christ's love. Reach out and experience the breadth! Test its length! Plumb its depths! Rise to the heights! Live full lives, full in the fullness of God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God can do anything you know-far more than you could ever imagine or guess or request in your wildest dreams! He does it not by pushing us around but by working within us, his Spirit deeply and gently within us.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 3:14-20&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-5520784887303847276?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/5520784887303847276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=5520784887303847276&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5520784887303847276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5520784887303847276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/we-are-grateful.html' title='We are Grateful'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-8180560721376304581</id><published>2007-06-14T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T08:05:25.632-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Tribute to Gail Yoshimine by Veronica Nicole Navarro</title><content type='html'>This is the poem that Veronica Navarro wrote and recited at Gail's celebration service.  Your love rings out true and clear!                                                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                             &lt;br /&gt;A Tribute to Gail Yoshimine&lt;br /&gt;By: Veronica Nicole Navarro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patience, Caring, Woman&lt;br /&gt;Three words that described her well.&lt;br /&gt;She who loved to help any man,&lt;br /&gt;Even those who seemed invisible to man’s eye &lt;br /&gt;Because she wanted all humans to succeed&lt;br /&gt;She who handed out uniforms that made us feel united, &lt;br /&gt;A team.&lt;br /&gt;She who celebrated the disabled,&lt;br /&gt;For who they were &lt;br /&gt;For their ability.&lt;br /&gt;That they had to offer the world &lt;br /&gt;She who loved smiles on others faces. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that she is in heaven&lt;br /&gt;With angels all around.&lt;br /&gt;Know she is watching Devon &lt;br /&gt;Down on the ground.&lt;br /&gt;To see what he is doing around town.&lt;br /&gt;Know she’s watching Kim and Greg.&lt;br /&gt;And the kindness that they will bring  &lt;br /&gt;I know she’s watching Jon &lt;br /&gt;She really loved to watch him do his thing. &lt;br /&gt;And I know she’s watching me,&lt;br /&gt;A kid on the team. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a dear woman who I’ve only known a season,&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you for many reasons.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll remember your kindness.&lt;br /&gt;And patience &lt;br /&gt;Your soul&lt;br /&gt;Your memory will last with me as I play,&lt;br /&gt;Coach &lt;br /&gt;And cheer &lt;br /&gt;For the basketball team &lt;br /&gt;Or when I go to Half Moon Bay.&lt;br /&gt;And when someone else helps me see &lt;br /&gt;The very special woman that I am and will continue to be &lt;br /&gt;Thank you for all you’ve done for the coast-side special needs kids&lt;br /&gt;From a kid on the Coast-Side Cougars&lt;br /&gt;Who has NLD and CP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-8180560721376304581?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/8180560721376304581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=8180560721376304581&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8180560721376304581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/8180560721376304581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/tribute-to-gail-yoshimine-by-veronica.html' title='A Tribute to Gail Yoshimine by Veronica Nicole Navarro'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3919353558556957718</id><published>2007-06-13T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T13:54:01.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Devon...</title><content type='html'>HI everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is Devon.  I just want to thank everyone for sticking with me and my Dad through this whole situation.  Without the support you guys provided, we would not be as happy and contained as we are today.  I am still sad that my Mom is gone, but she is with God and that is what is sustaning me and my Dad.  Life without my Mom has been hectec.  My prayer request is that life would move on but still remember my Mom still the same.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3919353558556957718?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3919353558556957718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3919353558556957718&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3919353558556957718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3919353558556957718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/from-devon.html' title='From Devon...'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4981490951331116129</id><published>2007-06-13T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-13T06:28:56.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How You Can Help - Where to Start</title><content type='html'>Hi everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big Wave Group will be coordinating any offers for help for Jon and Devon. If you want to help in any way, please feel free to email Kimberly Brennan at: kimberly@bigwaveproject.org.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks and much love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Greg&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4981490951331116129?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4981490951331116129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4981490951331116129&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4981490951331116129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4981490951331116129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/how-you-can-help-where-to-start.html' title='How You Can Help - Where to Start'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-51380241097861039</id><published>2007-06-12T12:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T12:12:14.424-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am grateful that.....</title><content type='html'>Many people have expressed to us how grateful they are in this trying situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would like to share something that you are grateful/thankful for...please post.  Please share anything that you have found encouraging and/or comforting.  The community would love to hear from you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-51380241097861039?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/51380241097861039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=51380241097861039&amp;isPopup=true' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/51380241097861039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/51380241097861039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/i-am-grateful-that.html' title='I am grateful that.....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-5721580016029055699</id><published>2007-06-12T06:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T11:56:01.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The God We Know</title><content type='html'>The God we know:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is faithful to us even when we're angry at him. (devon)&lt;br /&gt;does not abandon us (devon)&lt;br /&gt;has a sense of humor&lt;br /&gt;has placed family and friends by our side to remind us that we are not alone (devon)&lt;br /&gt;sustains us through this time, because we know that our Mom is in heaven (devon)&lt;br /&gt;is a God who is there as we weep&lt;br /&gt;is understands the groans unspeakable.&lt;br /&gt;word is true&lt;br /&gt;covers us under his wings&lt;br /&gt;loves us the way that we need to be loved&lt;br /&gt;understands us, the way that we need to be understood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The God that we know 'shows up'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the chicken enchiladas that we scarfed down last night.&lt;br /&gt;While reading the blog.&lt;br /&gt;In making comments on the blog.&lt;br /&gt;In the open house of family and family and more family last night.&lt;br /&gt;In the reading of his word, the Bible&lt;br /&gt;In just 'being there' with us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-5721580016029055699?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/5721580016029055699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=5721580016029055699&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5721580016029055699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/5721580016029055699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-gail-we-devon-and-i-know.html' title='The God We Know'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-6962698672504557323</id><published>2007-06-11T11:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:41:02.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gail Yoshimine Memorial Fund</title><content type='html'>Jon has established the Gail Yoshimine Memorial Fund in Gail's memory to help defray some of the costs associated with Gail's passing, to support Devon's future educational needs and to support the several local organizations that were a significant part of Gail's life in Half Moon Bay.  Contributions to this fund can be made by making a check payable to "Gail Yoshimine Memorial Fund".  Contributions can be made by:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Bringing the contributions to either the Northern California service on Monday, June 11th or the Southern California service on Sunday, June 24th.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Sending your contributions to the  Mariner's Church in Half Moon Bay, with checks made payable to "Gail Yoshimine Memorial Fund". The address is:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Mariners Church&lt;br /&gt;           225 S. Cabrillo Hwy 101C&lt;br /&gt;           Half Moon Bay, CA 94019&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you so much for remembering Gail in this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Sorry it took so long to get this up, but I'm sick (is that really a surprise) Love, Jordy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-6962698672504557323?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/6962698672504557323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=6962698672504557323&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6962698672504557323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/6962698672504557323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/gail-yoshimine-memorial-fund.html' title='Gail Yoshimine Memorial Fund'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3100670557514710634</id><published>2007-06-11T09:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T10:22:53.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Open House</title><content type='html'>I have found that the door swings both ways.  It is so much easier to give than to receive.  It is easy to have an open house when I'm the one giving.  But receiving???  That is another matter.  I am finding that if I only give, and not receive I may be denying an opportunity to help.  We have been receiving so much.  It has been overwhelming.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon has been receiving so much love. He has, on his own decide to go back to school last Friday, the same today.  He has gone to youth group and his friends have come around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hope that tonight will truly be an open house and that all are invited to partake in the goodness of our mighty and real God!.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3100670557514710634?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3100670557514710634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3100670557514710634&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3100670557514710634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3100670557514710634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/open-house.html' title='Open House'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7370570190922467829</id><published>2007-06-10T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-10T08:39:38.497-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The following are just a few things that 'our family' (anyone that we know)is thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for your presence with us through comments, prayers, thoughts on this blog.  All of us are grieving Gail's loss and it has already become a means for ALL of us to process our loss.  Someone told me years ago, that one of the best ways go through grief, is to talk about it with someone else. In other words, don't let it eat you up inside.  Let others come around, share your need.  Sometimes scary stuff. But needed.  Never have I felt the need to share my (our needs) than now.  Why?  Because I cannot make it alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just yesterday, a friend, Peter, came over.  I needed to get out and realized that I had not really taken a walk.  I immediately realized that this was the same path that Gail and were walking for about the last six weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had gone in for a physical and the Dr. told me as one of the remedies, to make ca contract with Gail and walk for 5 minutes daily.  I asked him, 'Why only 5 minutes?' then he said, 'Because if I say 30 minutes, you won't do it.' So true.  He said that it would be good for my marriage with Gail because we will talk while we walk'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail was the ultimate anti-morning person.  Dr. Charlie said to do it @ 6:00AM.  I felt bad about waking Gail up, but each time, she never complained, got up and we walked and talked.  I know she wants me to finish what we started and to take care of myself and Devon.  Thanks Gail for getting up with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, as I walked this trail for the first time without Gail, but with Peter, I realized that I, Devon we all are not alone.  We do not have to walk through life's pain's and tragedies alone.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter is a thoughtful person...he simply walked and listened.  He didn't give me any advice or tell me what to do.  He just let me be.  That is through the faith that we have in the real person of Jesus Christ.  It is personal.  The faith is just not words, nor slogans, but real stuff given to us through family like yourselves.  In you and your offering, we have witnessed the Love of the God in the flesh.  In the here-and-now.  There is no denying it. Why?  Because I cannot even imagaine any other way that our family can be so thankful even in the midst of something so sad as this.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, Gail and Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7370570190922467829?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7370570190922467829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7370570190922467829&amp;isPopup=true' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7370570190922467829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7370570190922467829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/thanksgiving.html' title='Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-4792319569133819375</id><published>2007-06-08T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T09:08:32.522-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Justin and Lauren's Time</title><content type='html'>Hey guys this is Lauren and Justin. moreso lauren since justin can't type fast. so to those who are not familiar with us, we're cousins of devon and neice and nephew of Gail and jon. So just wanted to tell everyone that we're all okay and just thanks so much with all of your blog comments and keeping us in your prayers. anyways, God has just been so amazing during this time. its pretty overwhelming with everything that has been occuring this last week. justin and i are so glad we came up here when we did, and it being 'the day after' justin and i just wanted everyone to know what kind of miracles have been going on here despite the whole situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-4792319569133819375?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/4792319569133819375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=4792319569133819375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4792319569133819375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/4792319569133819375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/justin-and-laurens-time.html' title='Justin and Lauren&apos;s Time'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-7870103084679480151</id><published>2007-06-08T12:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T12:40:30.049-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's how you can help part 2</title><content type='html'>Jon, my mom and dad, Gail's mom and my sister-in-law, Susan have been discussing how you can honor Gail.  It's been so comforting to the whole family, especially Jon and Dev to read your comments on this blog. If at all possible, if you can ALL start posting your memories, stories of Gail that would be great. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wonderful thing about the internet is...no matter where you are, whether you can come to the services or not, you can participate in the celebration of Gail's life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon and Dev are looking forward to hearing from you all over the next few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  Jon wanted me to let you know that Devon will be blogging....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-7870103084679480151?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/7870103084679480151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=7870103084679480151&amp;isPopup=true' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7870103084679480151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/7870103084679480151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-how-you-can-help-part-2.html' title='Here&apos;s how you can help part 2'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-9018840237654802878</id><published>2007-06-08T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T23:26:17.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's how you can help.....</title><content type='html'>It's me, Jordy, again.  We are putting together pictures of Gail for both a slideshow and perhaps a photo collage. We would like as many pics from different areas and times of Gail's life. Send all pictures to bsrhunt@masudacentral.com.  They must be jpeg files.  Thanks..again if you have any questions you call me or email me at jordanyosh@aol.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: If you can include the year the picture was taken, the event and who is in the picture that would be great.  Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-9018840237654802878?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/9018840237654802878/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=9018840237654802878&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9018840237654802878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/9018840237654802878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/heres-how-you-can-help.html' title='Here&apos;s how you can help.....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-2064611878340104197</id><published>2007-06-08T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-09T10:36:47.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Celebrating Gail</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone, Kimberly here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know everyone is anxious to come together and celebrate what a wonderful person Gail was and continues to be, and to share how she touched each of us. We will be holding a memorial service for Gail on Monday, June 11 at 7:00 pm. The service will be held at Mariners Church, located at Shoreline Station, 225 S. Cabrillo Hwy. in Half Moon Bay. For directions to the church, click &lt;a href="http://www.marinerscc.org/web/pageid/38503/pages.asp"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. If you would like to bring a finger food/appetizer to the service please contact Karen Holmes at holmzfam@sonic.net.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mariners Church and Big Wave Group are setting up a Memorial Fund as well, and we will be sending out the details as we receive them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Greg and I were fortunate to spend this past week surrounded by people who knew and loved Gail. There was a steady stream of visitors at the hospital and as introductions were made, one of the first questions asked was always, “How are you related to Gail?” In every response it was apparent that no matter what the relationship, or how short or how long a person knew Gail, the bond she had with each person was deep, strong, and lasting. As Greg and I go through the pain of losing Gail we are comforted by the love we feel from her family &amp; friends, people that Greg and I now consider &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; family. Even in my sadness I feel joy, and I know in my heart that is exactly what Gail would want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.marinerscc.org/web/pageid/38503/pages.asp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-2064611878340104197?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/2064611878340104197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=2064611878340104197&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2064611878340104197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/2064611878340104197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/celebrating-gail.html' title='Celebrating Gail'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-833177659201410459</id><published>2007-06-07T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T14:34:46.935-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gail is loving us all from above.</title><content type='html'>Gail went home to be with our Heavenly Father this morning around 5am&lt;br /&gt;after they removed the ventilator.  Jon hasn't slept yet and is busy&lt;br /&gt;making funeral arrangements.  The thing about Jon and Gail is that&lt;br /&gt;they were always taking care of others so of course Jon is busying&lt;br /&gt;himself making sure that everyone will have a chance to say goodbye to&lt;br /&gt;Gail.  Please pray that Jon will be able to get some rest today.&lt;br /&gt;While he appreciates everyone concern, please hold off any telephone&lt;br /&gt;calls till after 6:00pm (and I'm thinking a even later than that)   If&lt;br /&gt;you need to get a hold of him or need any further information please&lt;br /&gt;contact me at (619) 865-4019.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TENTATIVELY a service in Northern California will be on held on Monday&lt;br /&gt;June 11th and another service  will be in Southern California on&lt;br /&gt;Sunday June 24th.  Time and location still need to be determined for&lt;br /&gt;both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your continued prayers, support and love.  Jon shared&lt;br /&gt;today that he was able to take his laptop into the room with Gail and&lt;br /&gt;he read all the blog comments and from them his fear turned to courage&lt;br /&gt;and then to love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Jordy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-833177659201410459?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/833177659201410459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=833177659201410459&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/833177659201410459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/833177659201410459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/gail-is-loving-us-all-from-above.html' title='Gail is loving us all from above.'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-493318842361583257</id><published>2007-06-07T03:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-07T04:41:17.994-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Beginning</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've read Jordy's post, you know where we're at and where Gail is. She and I are having some 'together time' in her room.  It is quiet and peaceful and altogether precious. Gail is precious in her Father's sight. I sense that she is already safe and secure with Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon and I went out for a drive for a few hours and we were just talking about Gail both in the past, present and future tense.  It was too a precious and needed time.  The Lord has been so gracious to Gail and to our family.  He has been setting everything in order for his ways are so much higher than our ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful to the Lord for Gail, my love, my friend, my understanding partner and Super Mom.  Moving up to Northern Cal, 9 years ago, allowed Gail to focus on Devon and pour herself into him and as her health improved, she was able to help out with Special Olympics, C-Pals, Big Wave and helping out in Devon's home school class.  This last week, she was doing what she loved doing and that's planning a party for special needs graduates.  The Lord has been so gracious in that He has allowed Gail to follow her passion in bringing people together in community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am writing this so that I can document and remember what was going on on her last day on this earth.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also writing this to Devon to tell you that your Mom and I love you very much and will never stop loving you.  Mom, Grandpa and uncle Craig, uncle Paul and others will be cheering you on and make sure that you aren't chugging too many rockstars.  I think that Mom would say, 'Trust in the Lord, with all Thine heart, and trust not in your own understanding, in all things acknowledge Him and he will make your paths straight.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death does not have the last word as Gail is now standing with a new body and is safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Gail, for this precious time together. Devon and I are looking forward to our reunion and we will be ok.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'God my shepherd!&lt;br /&gt;I don't need a thing!&lt;br /&gt;You have bedded me down in lush meadows,&lt;br /&gt;you find me quiet pools to drink from.&lt;br /&gt;True to your word,&lt;br /&gt;you let me catch my breath&lt;br /&gt;and send me in the right direction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when the way goes through &lt;br /&gt;Death Valley.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not afraid&lt;br /&gt;when you walk by my side.&lt;br /&gt;Your trusty shepherd's crook&lt;br /&gt;makes me feel secure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You serve me a six-course dinner&lt;br /&gt;right in front of my enemies.&lt;br /&gt;You revive my drooping head&lt;br /&gt;my cup brims with blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your beauty adn love chase after me&lt;br /&gt;every day of my life.&lt;br /&gt;I'm back home in the house of God for the rest of &lt;br /&gt;my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love, Jon, Gail and Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-493318842361583257?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/493318842361583257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=493318842361583257&amp;isPopup=true' title='52 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/493318842361583257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/493318842361583257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-beginning.html' title='New Beginning'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>52</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-1982042022309992992</id><published>2007-06-06T18:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T18:34:52.409-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The latest update</title><content type='html'>This is Jordy again. Gail had another episode this morning. Both her eyes have been dialated for several hours and there is no longer any brain activity.  She is no longer on any medication, but still on her ventilator. We are waiting for Gail's neices, nephew, brother-in-law and sister-in-law to get here to say goodbye. Please pray that she won't go into organ failure until they arrive later tonight. While she is physically still with us, she has already gone to be with the Lord, Gary and Craig.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know Jon will blog later, but I just wanted to let you all know that we have constantly felt the love and support for the family over the last 5 days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is our strength, our Rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-1982042022309992992?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/1982042022309992992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=1982042022309992992&amp;isPopup=true' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1982042022309992992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/1982042022309992992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/latest-update.html' title='The latest update'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3983578928037558402</id><published>2007-06-06T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:33:58.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hi everyone, this is Devon speaking.  Man, all of this seems like a whole nightmare.  I am scared to death because my Mom has a brain hemmerage.  I seem to blame all of this on myself, and God.  I keep praying to God but it's hard to pray to him when I am pissed as hell.  I keep asking God for forgivness but everytime I look at my Mom I keep getting mad at him.  But I know that it's in God's hand.  It's not in mine. Please pray that my Mom will be filled with God's holy spirit.  Also pray that you keep the family intact in one peace.  Right now though I feel like a peice of shit.  But life goe's on and we must be strong.  I appreciate the prayers all you are praying.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3983578928037558402?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3983578928037558402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3983578928037558402&amp;isPopup=true' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3983578928037558402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3983578928037558402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/hi-everyone-this-is-devon-speaking.html' title=''/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4526801209972321024.post-3626830668476265328</id><published>2007-06-06T06:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T06:23:59.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Offerings....</title><content type='html'>Hi Everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your ovrewhelming support, prayer and presence. The Holy Spirit is taking your petitions and thoughts and personally laying each one before the feet of Jesus. Your prayers and thoughts and actions are honoring the Lord and filling Gail's, Devon's any my cup. When we feel depleted, something happens that again fills our cup. For example two days ago, we received some tough news and were, I think, kind of down. In walks Bertha Villa and her son Raul from work testifying to the goodness of the Lord and this encouraged us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail's condition did not change too much yesterday, which at this point is a good thing. The reason for this is that when one is placed into a state of being in a paralytic coma, there are other serious side effects. Thankfully, she did not have any of these side effects. The Ct scan taken yesterday showed that there was no additional bleeding (good, good, the ventricles in her brain did not swell up.&lt;br /&gt;The location of the aneurysim is the Posterior Cerebllum, next to the brain stem. It is dome shaped, and not the shape of a balloon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning, I called the nurse and she said that last night was a better night than the last, as Gail did not have any seizure or vasospasm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were not able to speak to the Neurosurgeon yesterday to get an idea of a game plan, but part of the reason, I think is that Gail has to get stable first. But the nurse will see to it that we can have some time with Dr. Baiz. One thing that is clear, even in the best case scenario, this will be a long journey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please pray that:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Gail would remain stable and show signs that the induced coma is not necessary. This, I think, would be based on the absence of complications over a period of time.&lt;br /&gt;2. That the Lord will heal the aneurysm and all associate effects of the bleed.&lt;br /&gt;3. That the Lord will continue to use this hardship to bring us closer to Him.&lt;br /&gt;4. That our friends and family that do not yet know the Love of Jesus Christ, will be open to knowing Him on a personal basis. There is absolutely no denying that He is already working wonders!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving forward, please pray for wisdom and discernment as to some of the following issues/concerns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Moving visitors from the hotel to homes. I think that we might keep one room at the travel lodge and have the last person that is with Gail every night stay there.&lt;br /&gt;2. How to balance being with Gail and the need to rest and take care of everyday things especially for Devon. We will probably go home for awhile today.&lt;br /&gt;3. We have given two dear friends the authority to advocate on our behalf for Devon's education. The principal of HMB High School has already said that Devon can take his final's when he's ready. We need to be able to retain his current grades, do make-up work and plan for this summer and the fall. (adjustments to schedule)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More prayer requests&lt;br /&gt;1. That we can process this grief safely under the protective hand of the Father.&lt;br /&gt;2. How Devon processes this and when and how to help him to do this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is Devon doing?&lt;br /&gt;Devon's home school buds, Allie, Taylor and mom Lisa came to hang with Devon. Some other friends (siblings) hung out.&lt;br /&gt;There are a lot of people, and I think that Devon needs to process more on an individual basis. I will take him out and probably back home for awhile today. We will do some normal stuff around the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I doing?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't had much time to think about it, but both Devon and I have been sleeping well. I have been waking up before my alarm. This has been good, so that I can have some quiet time and think through some things and do this blog. I know that as time goes on, we will need people to sit with us and walk with us, not do say anything, or do anything, but just to be there. This isn't easy to do. It is often awkward, especially for us guys, but I think that that is what we need. I think that we will have people just sit with Gail in her room, have people just hang with Devon and people to walk/sit with me. There is a lot inside that needs to come out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's good, because both Devon and I have been emoting and lamenting already.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gail would want you to know that she is grateful for your acts of love and kindness on her behalf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jon, Gail and Devon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4526801209972321024-3626830668476265328?l=welovegail.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/feeds/3626830668476265328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4526801209972321024&amp;postID=3626830668476265328&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3626830668476265328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4526801209972321024/posts/default/3626830668476265328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://welovegail.blogspot.com/2007/06/offerings_06.html' title='Offerings....'/><author><name>Jon Yoshimine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02146360652942947176</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry></feed>
