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Screen Quality vs. Print Quality, is there a difference? Absolutely!

Screen quality is 72dpi (dots per inch) whereas print quality is 300dpi. The higher the number, the sharper the image. When you see pictures that seem to be made up of a lot of squares, that’s called pixelated and is the result of increasing an image’s size beyond it’s capability to produce a sharp image.

This is also called resolution and the higher the resolution, 300dpi, the larger the file size. Therefore, if an image is going to be used for email, screen viewing (Facebook, websites, etc), then it pays to lower the resolution, thereby decreasing the file size. The trouble is that folks that don’t know the difference try to print images that were formatted for the screen and it produces poor results. Often, they don’t understand why.

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Screen Quality Image

Printed Image

Printed Image

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Pixelated image

If you’re still with me and you want to understand more, there are a fixed number of dots to an image that equate to the number of dots of ink laid down on the paper. Convert that to digital and the dots of ink become squares, or pixels. Again, the number of pixels is fixed. If you have an image that is 72dpi, or pixels per square inch, that is 4×6 inches, it will be viewable with great clarity on the screen. But if you were to convert that to 300dpi for print quality, your resulting image would be 1.44x.96 inches because the number of dots/squares doesn’t change. If, however, you increase the dimension of the same image to print a 4×6 image, remember that the number of squares is fixed, the size of each of those squares must get larger which results in the pixelated appearance described above.

If you remember nothing else here, understand that an image can always be made smaller without losing quality. However, any increase in size or resolution, will result in a proportionate loss of quality.

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We are stationed at Ft. Irwin, in the California Mojave Desert and have a 1,000 foot volcanic mountain virtually in our backyard – “Mt. Blackie.” As a family with three boys, we like to make a weekly hike to the top for exercise. On our way up, my 5 year old and I like to look back at how small our van is getting. The other day up I explained to him the artistic term of “perspective” – things in the distance appearing smaller – and was reminded how much I need perspective!

The higher I climb with God – in a daily relationship that puts Him in the driver’s seat and me as the trusting passenger – the more the things of the world shrink in my estimation. I can allow myself to get bound up over so many things like whether or not the house is in order, over-analyzing relationships and conversations, and the endless to-do list that my perspective becomes skewed. Rather than seeing the mountaintop, the minivan becomes a 6 ton monster truck which totally obscures my view – and my vitality.

How about you? What do you do to regain proper perspective of God and His activity in your life? If you need a new view, repent and ask God to take you higher. Many of us are afraid of heights, but we miss the exhilaration therein. Consider carving out time in your calendar – like a weekly hike – to meet with God for an extended period to renew your view. And remember that while we tend to get bound up, His perspective is boundless!

“As the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways and my thoughts higher than your thoughts.”  Isaiah 55:9

2 Thessalonians 2: 13-14

 13But we ought always to thank God for you, PWOC sisters loved by the Lord, because from the beginning God chose you to be saved through the sanctifying work of the Spirit and through belief in the truth. 14He called you to this through our gospel, that you might share in the glory of our Lord Jesus Christ.

Thank you for my sisters who are so loved by you!! Thank you that you chose us to be saved.   Thank you for making us clean and pure through your Spirit and the truth of your Word. We rejoice that we are called by you, with great purpose, to share the good news of Jesus.  Thank you for Jesus’ sacrifice so we can all be saved. We ask you for the nations as our inheritance.    (Psalm 2:8)  We cry out for the nations.  Give us the lost as our inheritance, the ends of the earth as our possessions.  Oh, God, send the workers into the harvest.  Send us. Thank you for allowing us to share in your glory.  We love you, Father.  In Jesus Name, Amen.

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Beginnings and Endings

Along came November and December 2000. If I recall the holidays correctly, I flew to Colorado Springs, Colorado, for Thanksgiving, and Steve arrived later for Christmas. He brought our sweet little beagle, Bridgette, to spend the holidays with my family. Through the coming trial, Bridgette would be much more to me than a canine family member. She would be a tool in God’s hand to teach me important lessons about life and love. More about Bridgette down the road.

That Christmas, my family was more puzzled than concerned about my condition. To date the symptoms included swollen, inflamed gum tissue; facial rashes; burning hand skin; frost-bite sensation on my hands when exposed to cold water or frozen food; numb, white fingers that took a long time to come back to life; purple blotches on my hands, and fatigue. Although these symptoms were serious, they were more annoying than debilitating, and we continued to believe they would go away.

Despite our false beliefs, Mom took me to see a naturopathic physician. He initiated a program that included nutritional supplementation to help my immune system combat the “lupus.” It was this physician who informed me that I likely had Raynaud’s Syndrome also. This circulatory autoimmune disease is one that tends to tag along with its nasty sibling “lupus.” Raynaud’s Syndrome causes constriction of the blood vessels, typically in the extremities, when they get cold. This is what led to the symptoms on my hands. Upon returning to Clarksville, Tennessee, I continued my supplement regimen, and my journey with alternative medicine began. It wouldn’t cure me, but it complimented traditional treatment methods.

In January I continued attending PWOC and took on the role of Prayer Chairperson. This was my first attempt at leadership since Germany when I served as President/1st VP for a year. Unfortunately, it didn’t last long. Each new month brought new symptoms. The connective tissues in my hips and knees grew tighter making Pilates mat work impossible, and muscle fatigue decreased my exercise tolerance on the treadmill and elliptical trainer. My cardiovascular fitness would have allowed me to work harder on this equipment, but muscle fatigue forced me to move at a much slower pace. Frustration brewed in my soul like a percolating coffee pot, and I quit exercising altogether.

By the end of February I got winded so easily that I couldn’t stand during worship at PWOC. Feeling sheepish and regretful, I stepped down from my position as Prayer Chairperson. Never in my life had I “quit” anything so soon. Judgment and disdain glared at me from behind the eyes of the PWOC President who projected the perception that I had no reason to quit, and that I did so because it was too hard. This wasn’t the reaction I expected from a Christian woman in leadership, who also happened to be married to a Chaplain. Hadn’t she learned anything about love, grace and compassion? Apparently, what she hadn’t experienced was true hardship and suffering. As I was going to learn, there’s nothing like a personal, physical trial to develop the fruits of the Spirit (Gal. 5:22-26).

I remember signing in at PWOC one Tuesday morning, looking down at my hands, feeling alarmed and embarrassed at the deep purple blotches. No one else seemed to have any problems, but mine were getting worse. Strength, motivation, and energy ebbed away only to be replaced by weakness, lethargy, and sorrow. I felt like an anomaly, a freak, a side show, as my immune system morphed me into a broken woman. Even worse, I was about to hear words from my new primary care physician that would send me reeling into a pit of disbelief and confusion.

TO BE CONTINUED …

Women of PWOC, stay connected! In the coming weeks I will continue sharing my Journey of Transformation from being wounded and angry to healed and thriving. My purpose in sharing this story is to glorify God, to show the truth about Him, to display His goodness and provision in the midst of suffering, and to give you hope. No matter where you find yourself at this time in your life, be assured that God is trustworthy and faithful despite how you feel about Him. He does have good plans for you. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jer. 29:11).

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Life Happens – Jesus Answers” is a weekly column addressing the challenges we face in life, coupled with the presence and grace of Jesus, our One True Source of hope and peace. The column’s author, Laura Firtko, can be reached by email here: LifeHappens@pwoc.org

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Hebrews 12:28

Therefore, since we are receiving a kingdom that cannot be shaken, let us be thankful, and so worship God acceptably with reverence and awe, for our God is consuming fire.

Father, We are thankful for the unshakeable kingdom we are receiving.  As the economy shakes, as the nations shake, as systems and rulers shake, God we gratefully turn to you in awe and reverence.  Thank you that you are God and you do not change like the shifting shadows.  (James 1:17)  You are the same yesterday, today, and forever. (Hebrews 13:8) We worship you for your goodness, your kindness, and your unchanging love.  We worship you, Our Consuming Fire!  Burn off the emotional baggage, the thought patterns, and the willfulness.  We submit ourselves to you.  We repent so that our sins may be blotted out and times of refreshing can come. (Acts 3:19)   We welcome the holy fire of your love.  We love you so much.  In Jesus Name,

Amen

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What’s the difference between image files that end with .JPEG (or .JPG) and .PNG? A PNG file has transparency whereas a JPEG file will fill all empty pixels with white.

Let me illustrate:
The PWOC logo is a circle. Since an image file has a length and width dimension, it will actually be a square or a rectangle, even when the image isn’t. A PNG file will leave those corners unfilled displaying only the circle (or logo).

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A JPEG file, however, will fill those corners with white.

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When would you want to use a PNG over a JPEG? When your background color is anything other than white. By the way, both file formats are available in the Resources section of the PWOC website.

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Submitted By Kristin Hathaway

I recently had lunch with some girlfriends at a local steak restaurant. When the server came to take our order, she kept insisting that we try the chicken. She was so enthusiastic about the chicken, that if I hadn’t already ordered chicken, I think I would have changed my order!

When I mentioned that she really seemed to love her job, she said she had tried almost every item on the menu, because, “I can’t sell it if I don’t know how it tastes!” Immediately, the Lord brought Psalm 34:8 to mind: Oh, taste and see that the Lord is good; Blessed is the man who trusts in Him!

If we are not daily tasting and seeing that the Lord is good by spending time in His Word and in prayer, how can we tell others of his goodness? When we ask Him to show us his goodness, he is delighted to reveal himself to us. When we spend purposeful time in His Word, we develop hearts that are sensitive to his Spirit. Others are drawn to Him because our enthusiasm is contagious!

Sweet PWOC Sisters….

As with many of you, we have all been shocked by the recent tragic events at Fort Hood today.  

Here is a summary of what we know.

” 12 people have been killed and 31 wounded in a shooting rampage on the Fort Hood Army base in Texas. Lt. Gen Bob Cone said at a news conference that one shooter has been killed and two suspects were apprehended on Thursday. He says they are all U.S. soldiers.

The shooting began around 1:30 p.m. Cone says that all the casualties took place at the base’s Soldier Readiness Center.”  From the Associated Press.

The entire Post is on lock down and their is concern of possible terrorism but it is still unknown.

Let us join together in prayer for the families of the dead and wounded.  This is a time of great sorrow and grief. 

1 Corinthians 1: 3,4

Grace and Peace to you from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ. I always thank God for you because of His grace given you in Christ Jesus.

Father God, our great comforter and healer.  Please be with our military families and soldiers in Texas.  We pray for all those involved in the shooting as well as those that are in need of great comfort in the loss of their loved ones, and healing for those wounded.  We know that you are a great, mighty, and just God.  We pray that you will send a revival fire that will spread throughout Fort Hood and the surrounding areas. We pray for your restoration and compassion to this military community, and give them peace.  Amen

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Doctor! Doctor!

In July 2000 we packed our household goods, cleaned our apartment, moved into the Ray Barracks guest house, and eagerly anticipated our PCS to Fort Campbell, Kentucky. My “lupus” symptoms hadn’t changed. As far as I could tell, the condition remained isolated to my gum tissue, and I kept hoping it would go away.

By the end of August we were settled into our little rented house in Clarksville, Tennessee, and I began exercising. I felt fine and seemed relatively healthy except for the red rash that appeared across my nose and cheeks. I looked like Mrs. Tomato Head, especially after exercising. Needless to say, I was embarrassed to be seen at the fitness center.

In September the skin on my hands became extremely sensitive. It felt like third-degree sunburn each time I handled the window shade cords or attempted to tie my shoelaces. Any object with a ridged or slightly rough texture caused a burning sensation. When October brought three raised red bumps to my forehead, it was time to get this mysterious disease investigated more thoroughly. Unfortunately, my first few visits to primary care doctors and physicians’ assistants (PAs) resulted in frustration and serious doubt about the medical profession. The first doctor told me the skin changes would subside in a couple weeks and not to worry about them. One PA told me I had rosacea (reddening of the facial skin that usually occurs in older adults). My eyes got big, my anger rose up, my mouth wanted to yell, “You have got to be kidding me! This isn’t rosacea! You’re not serious, are you?” Instead, I simply asked, “Are you sure this isn’t something more like lupus? After all, that’s what other doctors have suggested.” Then she shot a wide-eyed gaze at me as if I had no business questioning her. Gimme a break. She couldn’t have been more wrong.

Eventually I landed in the office of a dermatologist who actually seemed to give a rip. Results of a skin biopsy led him also to “suspect” lupus. At this stage it only appeared to be discoid lupus – a less serious form that remains isolated to the skin. He did warn me, though, that it could become systemic, meaning full-blown Systemic Lupus Erythematosus (SLE). Hadn’t I heard that before from a certain periodontist in Hanau, Germany? Hmmm … I vaguely recall … Yes! Now two different doctors agreed with each other. In order to halt the progression of the disease, the dermatologist prescribed a drug called Plaquenil, an anti-malarial drug, interestingly enough. Did it help? I don’t remember, but I didn’t get malaria! Whew. Close call.

Following one of those uplifting dermatology appointments, I went to the restroom and examined my face in the mirror. Fear of the unknown swirled around within me as denial rose to the surface and evaporated. Reality was staring back at me. I inquired of the Lord, “Father, what’s happening to me? Is this rash going to scar me for life? Will it ever go away? Will I ever be the same? How long will this last?” The reflection in the mirror was of someone I never saw before and didn’t care to see repeatedly. I recalled the days when people complimented my skin. After this, could anyone bear to look at me?

God had the answers to my questions, and He chose to reveal them one step at a time, one symptom at a time, one day, one month, and one year at a time. The trial before me would be treacherous. It’s a good thing I didn’t know what was next.

TO BE CONTINUED …        

Women of PWOC, stay connected! In the coming weeks I will continue sharing my Journey of Transformation from being wounded and angry to healed and thriving. My purpose in sharing this story is to glorify God, to show the truth about Him, to display His goodness and provision in the midst of suffering, and to give you hope. No matter where you find yourself at this time in your life, be assured that God is trustworthy and faithful despite how you feel about Him. He does have good plans for you. “For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future” (Jer. 29:11).

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Life Happens – Jesus Answers” is a weekly column addressing the challenges we face in life, coupled with the presence and grace of Jesus, our One True Source of hope and peace. The column’s author, Laura Firtko, can be reached by email here: LifeHappens@pwoc.org

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