<?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-2782528024069806419</id><updated>2012-01-11T07:10:31.997-08:00</updated><category term='Summer'/><category term='relationships.'/><category term='cancer'/><category term='trust'/><category term='Family'/><category term='courage'/><category term='Hymn'/><category term='Savior'/><category term='Argument for Believers. Pro-God.'/><category term='C.S. 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In it, she beautifully expresses the perspective of heaven we will one day posses. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime, when all life's lessons have been learned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sun and stars forevermore have set,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that our weak judgments here have spurned,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things o'er which we grieved with lashes wet, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will flash before us out of life's dark night, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As stars shine most in deeper tints of blue;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we shall see how all God's plans are right,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And how what seemed reproof was love most true. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then be content poor heart;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's plans; like lilies pure and white, unfold;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must not tear the close-shut leaves apart-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time will reveal the chalices of gold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if, through patient toil, we reach the land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where tired feet, with sandals loosed, may rest,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we shall clearly see and understand, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think that we will say, "God knew the best!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-6585746680365046834?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6585746680365046834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometime.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/6585746680365046834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/6585746680365046834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2011/03/sometime.html' title='Sometime'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-4840269466059327461</id><published>2010-11-20T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-22T18:10:44.620-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><title type='text'>Solution to Prostitution: Define, Refine, Sanction</title><content type='html'>Solution to Prostitution: Define, Refine, Sanction &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Utopian societies do not exist.  Governing bodies strive for one by creating regulations for the land with penalties for breaking them in hopes that it will cause humankind to live together harmoniously.  Nevertheless, it does not matter how many laws the government puts into place to keep the peace; rules get broken and conflict results. However, when a law is given, should there be room for movement within the law or is it to be obeyed to the fullest extent?  Should some people, or regions in the country, be exempt from the law, or should the law apply uniformly to the entire country?  And if there is a law that needs to be in place and is not being followed, what should be done about that? One should remember that some people don’t care what the consequences are, and some even enjoy the consequences.  These questions are applicable to the legality of prostitution in America.  As a daughter, a sister and a single woman, I am interested in the things the men in my life see and what they are exposed to.  As a girl, I am saddened by what other girls around me have resorted to as an income source and want to see change happen for them.  I suggest that our prostitution laws be made more specific,  that all areas of our country should uphold the same law, and that those who break this law be given a more severe punishment. &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;The law in America is not clear or relevant in how it addresses prostitution as it allows each state to decide whether it wants to make prostitution legal.  Pictorial archivist Hilary Evans notes in Harlots, Whores and Hookers  that “each of the fifty American states may decide for itself whether to permit prostitution.  In 1978, forty-nine states said ‘No’; one only, Nevada, said ‘Yes’.  And even in Nevada it’s a very guarded ‘yes’” (Evans 225).  However, in order to exist in other states, prostitution has used new advertisement strategies aided by technology.  Having more venues for business has allowed illegal brothels to spring up under the radar.  If there is not a clear definition on what is legal and what is illegal, gray areas get taken advantage of and the stipulations that weren’t defined get pushed out of the way, the wrong people go to jail, and the governmental system is ineffective and expensive.  If, however, the bylaw was changed so prostitution in all its forms of streetwalking, massage parlors, call girls, online ads, escorts, newspaper ads, and fake dating sites etc. be eradicated without question, it would force those involved in undercover brothels to use different means for advertisement and thus make it easier for the police to incarcerate the real “bad guys.” &lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;In addition to a clearly defined law, a consistent law for all the United States would create an efficient process in controlling the situation.  Social researcher H. B. Woolston used history to prove his point of the downward spiral we are finding ourselves if prostitution is licensed: &lt;br /&gt;Opposing the point of view that great sexual freedom will restrict the volume of paid prostitution is another view which would see to be justified by history. In the past, wherever great license has prevailed, where sex restraint is broken down for both sexes, paid prostitution has stood side by side with free association, and with it has come perversion and every degenerate practice known to man.  Unrestricted license, over-indulgence of a function for sheer sensation's sake, has always, with sex as other appetites, reached a point where new devices must be sought to stimulate jaded senses. (Woolston 17,18)&lt;br /&gt; Allowing a debasing practice like prostitution to exist in one state is bad enough.  Permitting its practice nation-wide would be a disaster.  However, some argue that we should uphold the constitutional personal freedom of choice to its full extent.  The reply of a modern prostitute to an interview question by NBC Today of “Why do you do this?”, was “Because I can!  And because the beauty of America is that I can become a business woman, and I can use the best asset I have.  Me!” (Cline)  Nonetheless, prostitution affects more than just those directly involved.  In addition to funding johns (or pimps), customers may contract contagious diseases.  These are spread to their relations, and in turn, ruin their home life for their families.  Families are the backbone of America and when division is caused by that which could be prevented, it makes for an unstable nation.  A chain is only as strong as its weakest link.  Eradicating the legal brothels in Nevada is a step closer to better family life and a stronger nation.&lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;And so, if the law is made clear and corresponds with the rest of the country, then the penalty should also be the same or similar in each state. If we can be so outraged at the thought of a woman or young girl being sold into sex slavery, we should also be upset at prostitution in the streets.  If there is a demand, there will be a supply.  If the demand is taken away, the supply will become obsolete.  In his studies of American prostitution law, Woolston found two states had legislated, in a more or less haphazard fashion, away from the male customer of the prostitute.  “Apparently public opinion was yet too ingrained with the idea of the double standard to believe that the male customer be punished.  In northern Iowa and Indiana the Supreme Court had held that a man could not be guilty of prostitution” (Woolston 226).  While I do agree that prostitutes should be taken off the streets and even jailed, I also think that they shouldn’t be the only ones behind bars.  As is usually the case, policemen will round up streetwalkers before or during an agreement is settled upon between customer and producer.  The girl goes to jail, and the guy usually goes scot-free.  Besides its unfairness, there is no gain in sending a prostitute to jail for a few days with a fine attached to it.  Her pimp pays her bail and fee, and she will go back to work within a few days.  Many do not like this arrangement of prosecution, but there is little done about it.  William Acton, a venereal disease doctor and social problems enthusiast, did not anticipate change from our governmental aid. “Nor from the agency of enforced seclusion do I anticipate reformation, but from the gradual instilling of sentiments of self-respect and self-restraint”  (Action 207).  Acton also attributes equal if not more blame on the male in the event of arrest. “I would enact, I say, by the help of society, that, in the first place, the seduction of a female, properly proved, should involve the male in a heavy pecuniary fine, according to his position”  (Acton 202).  A combination of heavier fines, longer jail time, permanent marks on one’s record, and sending those responsible for the crime to jail will ensure cleaning the streets of America.  &lt;br /&gt;        &lt;br /&gt;In summary, the solution to prostitution is in tightening American laws, making those restricted laws uniform with the entire nation, and penalizing the right people with greater consequences.  Even though I am not affiliated with a brothel, I am still a part of the female race and thus, the exploitation of women.  Prostitution is wrong, and needs to be stopped.  In a letter to the editor of The Times, on the anti-matrimonial tendencies of modern middle-class society, Theophrastus notes that the recognition of this principle (eliminating prostitution) would raise the tone of character of our young men, bringing out into healthful exercise the home affections, which are now denied them, at the very time of life when their influence is most beneficial.  It would purify our streets and check many a bitter pang of conscience, and save many a soul (qtd in Acton 123).  So let the authorities carry out the legal aspects of this fight, but we as Americans are responsible for advocating the actions that must be carried out if change is to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Word count: 1,357&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                                                                                          Hinson 5&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                                     Works Cited&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acton, William. Prostitution. New York: Praeger Press 1968.&lt;br /&gt;Evan, Hilary. Harlots, Whores, and Hookers A History of Prostitution. New York: Taplinger &lt;br /&gt;    1979. &lt;br /&gt;Taylor, Brooke.  Interview by Peter Anderson. Call Girl: ‘I’m a Ho-fessional’.  NBCToday.com,                                      2008.  Web.  25 Sep. 2010.&lt;br /&gt;Woolston Ph.D, Howard Brown. Prostitution in the United States.  New York: The Century 1921.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-4840269466059327461?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4840269466059327461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/solution-to-prostitution-define-refine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/4840269466059327461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/4840269466059327461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/solution-to-prostitution-define-refine.html' title='Solution to Prostitution: Define, Refine, Sanction'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-336524800993017553</id><published>2010-11-20T21:40:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-20T21:40:52.778-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Poem'/><title type='text'>A Woman's Quesiton</title><content type='html'>A Woman's Question&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you have asked for the costliest thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ever made by the Hand above?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A woman's heart and a woman's life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a woman's wonderful love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know you have asked for this priceless thing,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a child might ask for a toy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Demanding what others have died to win,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the reckless dash of a boy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have written my lesson of duty out,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Manlike, you have questioned me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now stand at the bars of my woman's soul,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until I have questioned thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require that your mutton shall always be hot,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your socks and your shirts be whole;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require that your heart be as true as Yah's stars,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as pure as His heaven, your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You require a cook for your mutton and beef,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require a far greater thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A seamstress you're wanting for socks and shirts,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I look for a man and a king.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A king for the beautiful realm called Home,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a man that his Maker Yah, could,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look upon just as He did at the first,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And say, 'it is very good'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am fair and young but the rose may fade,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From this soft young cheek one day;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will you love me amid the falling leaves,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you did 'mong the blossoms of May?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is your heart an ocean, strong and true,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may launch my all on its tide?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A loving woman finds heaven or hell,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the day she is made a bride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I require all things that are grand and free,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All things that a man should be;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you give this all, I would stake my life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be all you demand of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you cannot be this, a laundress and cook,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can hire and little to pay;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But a woman's heart and a woman's life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are not to be won that way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Lena Lathrop&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-336524800993017553?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/336524800993017553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/womans-quesiton.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/336524800993017553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/336524800993017553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/11/womans-quesiton.html' title='A Woman&apos;s Quesiton'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-319203534686954743</id><published>2010-10-27T21:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T21:55:53.890-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My Prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Wait and see.</title><content type='html'>Timing is just right with You, isn't it God? Master of the clock...of yesteryear and the future.  Lord, you have searched me. You know everything I do! What I think, what I hope for, what I dream, and my secret ambitions.  You know it all and what part of it will come true!  Lord, as to what has been sprung on me recently please give me the ability to react in the right way.  Help me to respect those over me...I want to do what is right. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Fresh page, new pen&lt;br /&gt;Where do I begin&lt;br /&gt;Words fail, tears come&lt;br /&gt;I need someone&lt;br /&gt;To take the thoughts I almost think&lt;br /&gt;And carry them to God for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Chris Rice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for giving this to me right now.  I've smiled all day long!  Although, just because the sequence of events that has happened may make me smile like that once again, it doesn't necessarily mean that its the choice I should make.  Help me to keep a level head.  After all, I'm Yours first and foremost...always and forever! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-319203534686954743?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/319203534686954743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/wait-and-see.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/319203534686954743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/319203534686954743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/wait-and-see.html' title='Wait and see.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-5591619290102448027</id><published>2010-10-04T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:14:16.713-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times'/><title type='text'>I Got Peace Like A River!</title><content type='html'>God has placed the right people in my life at exactly the right time to help me with the christian walk. What peace it has given me to know that I'm around precisely who I'm supposed to be with!  I try periodically to zoom-out of my everyday life, and pan around at what my direction in life is at the moment, and who's around with me.  To be honest, everyone I come in contact with on a weekly basis has some part in either drawing me closer to God, or giving me the opportunity to draw closer to Him.  My prayer is that I would use the time I'm given while here to further the Kingdom of God and His righteousness for His name sake. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Leanne&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-5591619290102448027?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5591619290102448027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-peace-like-river.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5591619290102448027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5591619290102448027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/10/i-got-peace-like-river.html' title='I Got Peace Like A River!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-947546783901937672</id><published>2010-08-05T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T13:50:23.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jokes are the bomb.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://amandabuzard.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/hahahahha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 172px;" src="http://amandabuzard.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2010/04/hahahahha.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; font-family:Times;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boudreaux and Thibodeaux were were going hunting when they came to a fork in the road and a sign that said "BEAR LEFT."   They turned around and went home.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/align="left"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Boudreaux decided to go play a game of golf with his good friends Thibodeaux and Guidry one morning. He promised Clotile that he would be home in time for lunch. Well, lunchtime came and went, and no Boudreaux. Mid afternoon came and went, still no Boudreaux. Suppertime passed, and Boudreaux finally shows up about an hour later. Clotile is, of course, just a little bit mad. "Boudreaux, where have you been ? You say you gonna be home by lunch, and here it is dark time, and you jus now gettin' home !" Boudreaux says, "Clotile, don' get on my case. My good fren, Guidry, died on de golf course dis morning." Clotile says, "Oh, Boudreaux, I'm so sorry. I can understan' now; makin' funeral arrangements for your fren, and all. I understan' why you late." Boudreaux says, "Funeral arrangements. What funeral arrangements? It was 'Hit de ball, drag Guidry. Hit de ball, drag Guidry. It took me and Thibodeaux all day to finish the game!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;p style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman', helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;What's another word for thesaurus?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Times New Roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'times new roman', helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What do you do when you see an endangered animal that eats only endangered plants?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is it true that cannibals don't eat clowns because they taste funny?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman', helvetica;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; -webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If a stealth bomber crashes in a forest, will it make a sound?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-947546783901937672?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/947546783901937672/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/08/jokes-are-bombcom.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/947546783901937672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/947546783901937672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/08/jokes-are-bombcom.html' title='Jokes are the bomb.com'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-1114176302104901548</id><published>2010-07-07T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-09T06:03:04.023-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>How-to according to me.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://a3.twimg.com/profile_images/69027751/avatar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 256px; height: 256px;" src="http://a3.twimg.com/profile_images/69027751/avatar.png" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets be honest, the standard for a good relationship between a guy and a girl has fallen through the floor.  Sure, guys and girls alike have certain aspects about the other that they look for, but when someone comes along who merely resembles what that ideal is, one gets "twitter-pated" (Yes, a Bambi reference, y'all), and you can forget all other characteristics that were dreamed of.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What does that look like, though?  When 'she' comes in the room, you don't really care that she disrespects her authorities, only that she gives you the time of day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.  When 'he' is nearby, you somehow lose the respect you had for yourself, and let him touch you in a way that is inappropriate for unmarried couples.  (examples only, you fill in the blank) Your thoughts are consumed by this individual, and nothing else matters except the the time that you're going to spend with them next.  It becomes difficult to step back and evaluate the relationship from an unprejudiced point of view, and really see what is going on.  You might even disregard the advice of friends, or family on this person, claiming; "I know this is the one.  It just &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;feels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; right".  I would encourage you, gentle reader, to listen twice as much as you speak on a subject like this.  How do I do that?  I really like this person...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Here are a few things to be aware of when considering entering a serious relationship:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What is the purpose of the relationship?  What is driving you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;As a christian, it has been well said that the chief end of man is to glorify God.  In 1st Colossians 3:17 it says; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks through Him to God the Father&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If the reason (if you have one at all) in entering a relationship is because "he/she makes me feel good", I would remind you again of your purpose on earth; to glorify God.  God is to be glorified in every area of our lives, and a selfish reason like what the other can do for you is no basis for a successful relationship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Is this person of like mind-set when it comes to the most important relationship in life, the one with God?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The Bible says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; "&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do not be unequally yoked with unbelievers. For&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; what partnership has righteousness with lawlessness? Or&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;what fellowship has light with darkness?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; What accord has Christ with the Devil? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or what portion does a believer share with an unbeliever?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I don't think I need to add anything to that verse, it stands alone. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Have you considered this person as a future mate for life?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Is there any other reason to become close to someone of the opposite sex? Dating for the sake of dating, or having a title "girlfriend/boyfriend" is such a pathetic motivation for giving your heart away.  For every time you get close to someone, you give a piece of your heart to them, whatever the size; they have a part of you now.  I know when I get married (inshalla) I want to give my husband a whole heart, not one with parts of it missing.  I don't want to have to say "you can have what is left..."  Now, will God heal my heart, and allow a partial heart to win the heart of another?  Of course!  But I am doing everything I can to keep my heart guarded for my soul-mate.  And I pray earnestly for 'him' that he does the same for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you love her/him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Do you even know what love is?  "Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for a friend".  We cannot even come close to imitating the magnitude of Christ's love for us, but we can go by his example. The most famous essay on love in history is as follows:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; "If I speak with human eloquence and angelic ecstasy but don't love, I'm nothing but the creaking of a rusty gate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If I speak God's Word with power, revealing all his mysteries and making everything plain as day, and if I have faith that says to a mountain, "Jump," and it jumps, but I don't love, I'm nothing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If I give everything I own to the poor and even go to the stake to be burned as a martyr, but I don't love, I've gotten nowhere. So, no matter what I say, what I believe, and what I do, I'm bankrupt without love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Love never gives up.&lt;br /&gt;  Love cares more for others than for self.&lt;br /&gt;  Love doesn't want what it doesn't have.&lt;br /&gt;  Love doesn't strut,&lt;br /&gt;  Doesn't have a swelled head,&lt;br /&gt;  Doesn't force itself on others,&lt;br /&gt;  Isn't always "me first,"&lt;br /&gt;  Doesn't fly off the handle,&lt;br /&gt;  Doesn't keep score of the sins of others,&lt;br /&gt;  Doesn't revel when others grovel,&lt;br /&gt;  Takes pleasure in the flowering of truth,&lt;br /&gt;  Puts up with anything,&lt;br /&gt;  Trusts God always,&lt;br /&gt;  Always looks for the best,&lt;br /&gt;  Never looks back,&lt;br /&gt;  But keeps going to the end. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;   Love never dies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;Now ask yourself again; "Do I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; her?  Do I &lt;i&gt;love&lt;/i&gt; him?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;If the answer is yes, what are you going to do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;There are certain roles that men and women take when this is the case.  Guys, as the man in the relationship, it is your responsibility to find out what her family's requirements are in pursuing her heart. If her dad is not around to ask for the opportunity to pursue her, go to her closest guardian to gain permission.  Trust me, guys, she wants you to get permission, even if its not expected. Girls, you are to wait on him to do the leading.  To take the initiative first off in a relationship will only cause trouble later on, and will make you question his leadership in other areas.  For each of you, praying over the situation together is always a perfect start, and firm base for success.  A God-centered relationship is sure to be incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;If I am allowed a relationship in this life, I want it to be orchestrated by God, and I think these are practical ways to have just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&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/2782528024069806419-1114176302104901548?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1114176302104901548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-according-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1114176302104901548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1114176302104901548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/07/how-to-according-to-me.html' title='How-to according to me.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-8969533348364560431</id><published>2010-07-04T21:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-04T23:12:50.537-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Times'/><title type='text'>Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.nevertoolate.biz/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/many-clocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.nevertoolate.biz/wp/wp-content/uploads/2009/12/many-clocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;   There is a time, and a season for everything in my life.  A time for brokenness, and a time for healing.  A time for mourning, and a time for laughter.  A time to ponder, and be still, and a time for action.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have been through the time of brokenness, mourning, and pondering, and stillness.  Now, my time is for healing, laughter, and action. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"The times you doubt me, when you can't feel&lt;/div&gt;the times that you've questioned 'is this for real?'&lt;br /&gt;the times you've broken, the times that you mend&lt;br /&gt;the times you hate me and the times that you bend&lt;br /&gt;well my love is over, its underneath&lt;br /&gt;its inside, its in between,&lt;br /&gt;these times you're healing&lt;br /&gt;and when your heart breaks&lt;br /&gt;the times that you feel like you've fallen from grace&lt;br /&gt;the times you're hurting&lt;br /&gt;the times that you heal&lt;br /&gt;the times you go hungry and are tempted to steal&lt;br /&gt;in times of confusion and chaos and pain&lt;br /&gt;I'm there in your sorrow under the weight of your shame&lt;br /&gt;I'm there through your heartache&lt;br /&gt;I'm there in the storm&lt;br /&gt;my love I will keep you by my power alone&lt;br /&gt;I don't care where you've fallen, where you have been&lt;br /&gt;i'll never forsake you&lt;br /&gt;my love never ends, it &lt;i&gt;never&lt;/i&gt; ends".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His love sure hasn't ended.  I can look back now, and say "Wow, God! You really ARE there every step of the way!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;God is good. All the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now we're movin' on up!!&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-8969533348364560431?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8969533348364560431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/07/times.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/8969533348364560431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/8969533348364560431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/07/times.html' title='Times'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-417427948283692260</id><published>2010-06-23T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-23T16:56:09.960-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='C.S. Lewis'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Josh Harrris'/><title type='text'>Just friends in a 'just do it' world.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.oxeyes.org.uk/images/walkers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 389px; height: 450px;" src="http://www.oxeyes.org.uk/images/walkers.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The dilemma of how to stay "just friends" with someone of the opposite sex is just plain confusing.  But it can be done if a few things can be kept in mind. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.) Understand the difference between friendship and intimacy. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;     The key to friendship is a common goal or object on which both companion focus.  It can be an athletic pursuit, hobby, etc. but it's something &lt;i&gt;outside&lt;/i&gt; of them. C.S. Lewis wrote, "We picture lovers face to face, but friends side by side; their eyes look ahead."  "Pursuing intimacy without commitment is like going mountain climbing with a partner who, once halfway up the mountain face, isn't sure he or she wants to hold the rope." -Joshua Harris&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.) Be inclusive, not exclusive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;     Don't isolate yourself with this one person, as it puts you in a relationship mind-set.  It also doesn't mean inviting one other person with you only to make it into a 'social unit' of three people. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.) Seek opportunities to serve, not to be entertained. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;     How much can you really learn sitting next to someone for 3 hours in a theater?  Especially compared to you serving alongside the same person for 3 hours?  It highlights  a shared goal between friends.  Produce before you consume; serve before you seek entertainment. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Think about these questions to ask yourself of the person in mind; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"What's our relationship to each other? We're brothers and sisters in Christ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;How do we view and treat each other?  With honor.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And what's the secret to our zeal?  Service-side by side for God's glory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Guided by this attitude, being "just friends" can just be plain awesome. &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/2782528024069806419-417427948283692260?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/417427948283692260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-friends-in-just-do-it-world.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/417427948283692260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/417427948283692260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-friends-in-just-do-it-world.html' title='Just friends in a &apos;just do it&apos; world.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-5324140004553207917</id><published>2010-06-13T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T15:45:35.570-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Milestone 6/13/10</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Recently, there have been several traits to a successful christian walk that have been made apparent to me in my own personal experience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The first is TRUST: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The firm belief  in the reliability, truth, ability, or strength of someone, or something. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;It is hard to trust someone who tends to let you down, or breaks promises, but whom do I place my trust in?   One who has never gone back on His word, and has been faithful in every circumstance of my life.  Who's primary concern is that I grow closer in life to Him. What do close friendships display? The amount of trust shown.  And God has shown time and time again that He is trustworthy. That being said, if I trust God so completely, I would naturally trust who He has chosen to care for me on this earth. These are no other than my parents.  God put me into the family that I'm in for a reason, and that has become more apparent over the course in my life. (After all, who else would put up all of my quirky habits?)  But that is besides the point right now.  I have been blessed with understanding parents who don't expect me to be perfect, or put unreasonable strain on my life goals and the like.  Growing up, I could always count on their judgement of a situation, and how I should precede in it.  Though not perfect, they have been God's mouthpieces in my life, and I am ready to trust them once more in my current situation. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The second characteristic is the importance of PRAYER: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To converse with, petition, or to intercede with God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be a christian without prayer is no more possible to be alive without breathing.  Invented by God to talk with God, for the purpose of growing closer to God, it is the most direct way to enter into the presence of The King.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Philippians 4:6 tells us: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need, and thank Him for all He has done. If you do this, you will experience God's peace, which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live Christ Jesus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Sounds like the best deal ever to me. Address the creator of the universe with your desires and worries, and in return, He will answer them according to His will.  To spend personal time with God creates a peace in me that is quite incredible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The third characteristic that has been at the forefront of my thoughts has been COURAGE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Mental or emotional strength to persevere and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ambrose Redmoon put courage in an interesting light; "Courage is not the absence of fear, but rather the judgment that something else is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;more important&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; than fear."  This strength can come only from God. "Sometimes we persevere, and nothing seems to change, and it is easy to lose heart. It's important to understand that exercising courage doesn't mean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;that we always succeed, but it does mean that we are willing to hold our own and to keep moving forward." -Cynthia Heald. Sometimes, we have to rely on others to show courage for the right action to be accomplished, and to do so with graciousness, I need to practice the forth quality I would like to mention. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;PATIENCE: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Long-suffering, endurance, forbearance. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Psalm 27:14 Wait patiently for the Lord.  Be brave and courageous. Yes, wait patiently for the Lord. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Waiting around without doing anything isn't the idea here, if you pray for rain, you better prepare for it.  Run the earth, but watch the skies.  And notice how the verse doesn't say "wait for others, or for you to feel good" it just says "wait for the Lord".  If he is directing your path, then he'll show you when the right time to act is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I need to trust God and those he's placed in my life to guide me in 'the way I should go' with much prayer for the courage to act for Him, and to wait patiently for the good things He has promised. (James 1:17 Every good and perfect gift is from the Lord above...")&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I hope this has given you as much encouragement for the future as it has for me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Leanne&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-5324140004553207917?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5324140004553207917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/06/milestone-61310.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5324140004553207917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5324140004553207917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/06/milestone-61310.html' title='Milestone 6/13/10'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-358360622439017765</id><published>2010-05-18T10:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-18T10:41:02.745-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Summer'/><title type='text'>Summer 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://uppermidwestgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/lemonade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 380px;" src="http://uppermidwestgourmet.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/lemonade.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Summer 2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To do list:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1.) Make an A in Physics&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2.) Make enough money for next semester's expenses, and help pay rent for my apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3.) Read "How To Ruin Your Life By 40", "My Utmost For His Highest", "Evolution, and Creationism", and if I'm feeling ambitious, "The Qur'an". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4.) Write my own take of a  "how-to" on relationships.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5.) Be able to carry a short conversation in Spanish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6.) Go to Blue Bayou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7.) Learn to play guitar. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8.) Run 7 miles a week. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9.) Catch up on my "Leanne, you HAVE to see this!" movie list.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;10.) Teach a friend to cook, and learn to make a layered cake from scratch. &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/2782528024069806419-358360622439017765?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/358360622439017765/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/358360622439017765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/358360622439017765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/05/summer-2010.html' title='Summer 2010!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-6567182679772015898</id><published>2010-04-07T22:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T05:43:35.200-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'>Love Lifted Me!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/12082000/12082551.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 299px;" src="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/12082000/12082551.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.art.com/images/products/large/12082000/12082551.jpg"&gt;God is my refuge, and God is my strength. A very present help in trouble.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For a while now, I have struggled with personal issues of trust, and forgiveness.  But I am now, by God's healing hand, I have come to a place in my life where I have freedom from the weight that held me down!  The old hymn "Love Lifted Me" aptly describes my release:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was sinking deep in sin, far from the peaceful shore,&lt;br /&gt;Very deeply stained within, sinking to rise no more,&lt;br /&gt;But the Master of the sea, heard my despairing cry,&lt;br /&gt;From the waters lifted me, now safe am I.&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love lifted me! Love lifted me!&lt;br /&gt;When nothing else could help&lt;br /&gt;Love lifted me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All my heart to Him I give, ever to Him I’ll cling&lt;br /&gt;In His blessèd presence live, ever His praises sing,&lt;br /&gt;Love so mighty and so true, merits my soul’s best songs,&lt;br /&gt;Faithful, loving service too, to Him belongs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I know this won't be the last battle for my trust that I will go through, but when the next one comes, I will look back on this time and remember God's goodness, and faithfulness to me.  He is my rock, my strength, my song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Thank you God for loving me, a sinner, and for caring about one in 6 billion hearts.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-6567182679772015898?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6567182679772015898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-lifted-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/6567182679772015898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/6567182679772015898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/04/love-lifted-me.html' title='Love Lifted Me!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-1803450375447645818</id><published>2010-03-11T22:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-11T23:12:06.508-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Direction'/><title type='text'>Can I just get a green light, please?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/2666303-Aurlands_fjord-Norway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 560px; height: 420px;" src="http://cache.virtualtourist.com/2666303-Aurlands_fjord-Norway.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Lately I've been thinking quite a bit on God's influence in my life, and how obvious a choice it should be to seek His will.  What I usually do when I run into a storm of life (i.e problems of any sort, be it physical, emotional, or spiritual) is seek the counsel of my peers.  While this isn't a bad thing in and of itself, I believe that the first thing I should do as a christian is to see what my Heavenly Father has to say about it.  After all, there is no one else who knows me like He does, and cares for my every need.  Why would I even think of seeking the advice of others first?   God has proven Himself faithful in every circumstance whether I see it at the time or not.  It seems like I have short-term memory loss sometimes, and forget what He has done for me!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Does this mean I shouldn't ask for other's advice?  Absolutely not!   God has placed many people in my life that help "train me in the way I should go." (Proverbs 22:6)  And I am so grateful for the loving people encouraging me to stay on the "straight and narrow" path that God has called me to.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;My problem is asking these &lt;i&gt;people&lt;/i&gt; too much of what I should do, rather than God.  And its only my fault that I do.  To be surrounded by those who care about my relationship with Christ over everything else is what I need the most.  Those who will point me to God and His word first, before going elsewhere.  After all, at the end of the day, its just God and me.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lord, help me to seek your will diligently, and to accept it with submissiveness.  And when it is shown to me, please give me the strength to carry it out.  My spirit is willing, but my flesh is weak.  &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;-Leanne&lt;/i&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/2782528024069806419-1803450375447645818?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1803450375447645818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-just-get-green-light-please.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1803450375447645818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1803450375447645818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/03/can-i-just-get-green-light-please.html' title='Can I just get a green light, please?'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-7660023957480553837</id><published>2010-03-07T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-07T22:07:01.789-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hymn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"If I flee from greenest pastures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; would you leave to look for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Forfeit glory to come after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Till I only dwell in Thee?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Hymn, Brook Fraser&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Isn't this the  fear one may face?  Will God, creator of heaven and earth, leave everything, forsaking His glory to come after me?  The awe inspiring answer is yes, He did. Praise God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&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/2782528024069806419-7660023957480553837?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7660023957480553837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-flee-from-greenest-pastures-would.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/7660023957480553837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/7660023957480553837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/if-i-flee-from-greenest-pastures-would.html' title=''/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-3084828173085114580</id><published>2010-02-20T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:40:24.553-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><title type='text'>Pearls and Pigs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"Do not give dogs what is holy, and do not throw your pearls before swine, lest they trample them underfoot, and turn and attack you." Matthew 7:6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Of course, these words of Jesus are allegorical. I doubt that any were literally casting pearls before swine. The meaning is pretty simple to figure out; "Do not persist in offering what is sacred or of value to those who have no appreciation for it, because your gift will not only become contaminated and be despised, your generous efforts could also be rebuffed and perhaps even openly attacked."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The "dogs" and "swine" here stand for the unappreciative and worldly; unappreciative and uncaring men and women who belittle the value of what is offered to them. "That which is holy" would be the meat offered in sacrifice to God. A dog could care less whether it came from the altar or the garbage. The swine have no appreciation for either the beauty nor the value of the pearls under their feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your life, time, energy, opportunities and abilities are God's pearls. They're His! You and I are merely His stewards overseeing His possessions (1 Corinthians 6:19,20; 4:1,2; 1 Peter 4:8-11). We must show discernment as to what use we make of God's possessions. It is possible to waste them either by using them when we should not as well as not using them when we should&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-3084828173085114580?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3084828173085114580/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/gems-and-pigs.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/3084828173085114580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/3084828173085114580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/gems-and-pigs.html' title='Pearls and Pigs.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-4482055452404239646</id><published>2010-02-18T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-18T23:06:58.512-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friend'/><title type='text'>"Dad?...did I wake you up?"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;There is no one on God's Green Earth who loves you as much as family does.  No matter how close the friend, its your family that is always there for you.  Bad day? I can call my dad at any given time and receive encouragement from him.   Sure, friends care.  Some more than others, but you're stuck with the ones God has placed you with in life.  And I'm so glad I am!  I wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A man of many companions may come to ruin.  But there is a friend who sticks closer than a brother."  How great it is when your friends are your family!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Leanne&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/2782528024069806419-4482055452404239646?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4482055452404239646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddid-i-wake-you-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/4482055452404239646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/4482055452404239646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/daddid-i-wake-you-up.html' title='&quot;Dad?...did I wake you up?&quot;'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-2527785777782242794</id><published>2010-02-15T16:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T06:16:47.093-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Gooey Things</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/su/08/10/cinnamon-rolls-su-1842384-l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://img.timeinc.net/recipes/i/recipes/su/08/10/cinnamon-rolls-su-1842384-l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/thriftymommy/files/2007/07/cinnamon-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Prep Time: 2 Hours&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/thriftymommy/files/2007/07/cinnamon-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Cook Time: 30 Minutes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/thriftymommy/files/2007/07/cinnamon-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Difficulty: Easy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/thriftymommy/files/2007/07/cinnamon-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Servings:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica;  min-height: 11.0pxcolor:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blisstree.com/thriftymommy/files/2007/07/cinnamon-rolls.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ingredients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 quart Whole Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 cup Vegetable Oil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 cup Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 packages Active Dry Yeast&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8 cups (Plus 1 Cup Extra, Separated) All-purpose Flour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon (heaping) Baking Powder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 teaspoon (scant) Baking Soda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 Tablespoon (heaping) Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Plenty Of Melted Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 cups Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Generous Sprinkling Of Cinnamon&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;_____&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;MAPLE FROSTING:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1 bag Powdered Sugar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2 teaspoons Maple Flavoring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;½ cups Milk&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;¼ cups Melted Butter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;¼ cups Brewed Coffee&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;⅛ teaspoons Salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Preparation Instructions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mix the milk, vegetable oil and sugar in a pan. “Scald” the mixture (heat until just before the boiling point). Turn off heat and leave to cool 45 minutes to 1 hour. When the mixture is lukewarm to warm, but NOT hot, sprinkle in both packages of Active Dry Yeast. Let this sit for a minute. Then add 8 cups of all-purpose flour. Stir mixture together. Cover and let rise for at least an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After rising for at least an hour, add 1 more cup of flour, the baking powder, baking soda and salt. Stir mixture together. (At this point, you could cover the dough and put it in the fridge until you need it – overnight or even a day or two, if necessary. Just keep your eye on it and if it starts to overflow out of the pan, just punch it down).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When ready to prepare rolls: Sprinkle rolling surface generously with flour. Take half the dough and form a rough rectangle. Then roll the dough thin, maintaining a general rectangular shape. Drizzle 1/2 to 1 cup melted butter over the dough. Now sprinkle 1 cup of sugar over the butter followed by a generous sprinkling of cinnamon.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, starting at the opposite end, begin rolling the dough in a neat line toward you. Keep the roll relatively tight as you go. Next, pinch the seam of the roll to seal it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Spread 1 tablespoon of melted butter in a seven inch round foil cake or pie pan. Then begin cutting the rolls approximately ¾ to 1 inch thick and laying them in the buttered pans.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Repeat this process with the other half of the dough. Let the rolls rise for 20 to 30 minutes, then bake at 400 degrees (see note below) until light golden brown, about 15 to 18 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For the frosting, mix together all ingredients listed and stir well until smooth. It should be thick but pourable. Taste and adjust as needed. Generously drizzle over the warm rolls. Go crazy and don’t skimp on the frosting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Note: My rolls don’t work for me at 400 degrees anymore. I now bake them at 375 degrees.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;WARNING! If you follow these instructions and wind up delivering these cinnamon rolls to your friends, be prepared for any of the following to occur:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;1. They’ll call you after they’ve taken the first bite and profess their eternal love for every ounce of your body, even your toe jam and love handles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;2. They’ll pass out after the first bite, hit their head on the kitchen counter, sustain a concussion, and sue you for damages, despite the fact that the one bite they tasted of your cinnamon roll was the single most profound culinary experience in their miserable little life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;3. They’ll call you and ask for the recipe, saying, "HOW did you make those?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;4. They’ll call you and propose marriage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;5. They’ll hug the cinnamon roll pan, get maple frosting all over their clothes, and send you the bill for the dry cleaning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Bon Appetite!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p  style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; line-height: 18.0px; font: 9.0px Helvetica; color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-2527785777782242794?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2527785777782242794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/gooey-things.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2527785777782242794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2527785777782242794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/02/gooey-things.html' title='Gooey Things'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-1822142153886631883</id><published>2010-01-25T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T23:35:19.843-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chris Rice'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><title type='text'>A whole lotta love.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/S20bOxKTjhI/AAAAAAAAACU/IDDakmfu3e0/s1600-h/1corinthians13.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 192px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/S20bOxKTjhI/AAAAAAAAACU/IDDakmfu3e0/s200/1corinthians13.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5435030265834737170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  line-height: 24px; font-family:'Times New Roman', serif;font-size:14px;"&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;a rel="verse" id="Lk 13:6" title="Luke 13:6" color="initial" style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: none; "&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 2px; line-height: 0; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;6 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then he told this parable: “A man had a fig tree, planted in his vineyard, and he went to look for fruit on it, but did not find any. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="verse" id="Lk 13:7" title="Luke 13:7"  style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: none; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 2px; line-height: 0; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;7 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So he said to the man who took care of the vineyard, ‘For three years now I’ve been coming to look for fruit on this fig tree and haven’t found any. Cut it down! Why should it use up the soil?’&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;a rel="verse" id="Lk 13:8" title="Luke 13:8"  style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: none; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 2px; line-height: 0; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;8 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;“ ‘Sir,’ the man replied, ‘leave it alone for one more year, and I’ll dig around it and fertilize it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a rel="verse" id="Lk 13:9" title="Luke 13:9"  style="cursor: pointer; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; outline- text-decoration: none; color:initial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="vertical-align: 2px; line-height: 0; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;9 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If it bears fruit next year, fine! If not, then cut it down.’ ” -Luke 13:6-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I've been told there is a right way and a wrong way to analyze parables, but I don't know how that works.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;To me, the man who owns the fig tree in the vineyard is a christian.  The fig tree is an unbeliever that christian has been witnessing to for what seemed like forever.  The man who takes care of the fig tree/unbeliever is Jesus.  So, having the characters in the story cleared, I will rewrite it 'Leanne version':&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"A christian had a friend he had shared Christ with for some time, and when he checked on the friend to see if the 'seed' planted had produced any .  Finding none, christian asked Jesus; "Lord?  I have done everything for this friend.  I have walked my talk for my friend, and they still haven't done anything about it!  Why should I waste anymore time on my friend.   This one is hopeless."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jesus replied; "Christian, show the patience I've shown you.  Wait a while longer, and see if he bears fruit.  I will prove myself evident in his life, and then you'll see if he grows.  If not, you have still proved yourself faithful."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We are called to live as Jesus Christ lived.  There is no time limit on how long we must love like crazy.  In Matthew 18:22, Peter asked Jesus "how many times must I forgive my brother; seven times?"   Jesus replied; "No! Seventy times seven!"  I think that this can be applied to all things, not just forgiveness.  Rephrasing: "Lord, how many times must I .... show patience, forgive, show love to (as defined by Corinthians 13)?  When they do these things back to me?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If we want to be like Christ, the answer is 'as long as you draw breath'.  "No, O people, the Lord has already told you what is good, and this is what he require: to do what is right, to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God" -Micah 6:8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;This is not just towards those who we already love, for everyone is kind to the ones they care about.  But this applies when I am cut off in traffic.  When my spot in line is taken.  When my "rights" have been violated.  Chris Rice aptly puts how we are to love in his song "Love Like Crazy";  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He gave his life away/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Then he had to go and say/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;'Gotta love the same way that I love you!'"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Jesus died a horrific death because of His great love for me, the most vile of sinners.  How much more willing should I be to love, knowing what He has done for me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;So what am I waiting for?  I've got a whole lotta love to share! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; text-align: left; text-indent: 9pt; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 15px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; 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margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 133px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/S1zWQYY8-LI/AAAAAAAAACM/a47JQROBhLs/s200/19451_296288976170_573656170_5115607_5066150_n.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5430450827615336626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/S1zVz7LaRPI/AAAAAAAAACE/NR15CwHWF80/s1600-h/19451_296288976170_573656170_5115607_5066150_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; border-collapse: collapse; font-style: italic; "&gt;"What a friend we have in Jesus,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;All our sins and griefs to bear!&lt;br /&gt;What a privilege to carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what peace we often forfeit,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, what needless pain we bear,&lt;br /&gt;All because we do not carry&lt;br /&gt;Everything to God in prayer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;We never have to carry the burdens life gives alone.  Jesus cares about our pain, and willingly shoulders it for us.  He knows intimately what we go through having not only made us, but lived a human life as well.  I sometimes think that I have to go through whatever the situation is by myself, but that is not true.  God grants peace that nothing else can bring.  Horatio P. Stafford wrote the familiar hymn "It Is Well With My Soul": &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"When peace like a river attendeth my way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;When sorrows like sea billows roll&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Whatever my lot, thou hast taught me to say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It is well, it is well with my soul!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;It usually takes a while for it to be "well with my soul", and right now, I'm not there yet.  But God will be, and always has been there every step of the way.  I will miss Nana more than I can say, but I know she is with her Savior now, and that her pain is no more.  If home is where the heart is, she was already in heaven.  I look forward to meeting with her again to worship our Savior together once more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: collapse; font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="border-collapse: separate;  line-height: 21px; font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Jesus said to her, '&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am the resurrection and the life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  Whoever believes in me, though he die, yet shall he live,&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woc"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;and everyone who lives and believes in me shall never die. Do you believe this?'" -John 11:25-26&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Georgia, 'Times New Roman', Times, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Trebuchet MS', Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-2100399620274015355?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2100399620274015355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-friend-we-have-in-jesus-all-our.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2100399620274015355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2100399620274015355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/what-friend-we-have-in-jesus-all-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/S1zWQYY8-LI/AAAAAAAAACM/a47JQROBhLs/s72-c/19451_296288976170_573656170_5115607_5066150_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-5903533153662327229</id><published>2010-01-14T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-05-25T11:19:04.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='patience'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Perseverance'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cancer'/><title type='text'>Rhio O’Connor’s legacy of health</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Leanne Hinson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 18.0px; text-align: center; text-indent: -18.0px; font: 14.0px Gill Sans"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="letter-spacing: 2px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Perseverance:  Continuing in a course of action even in the face of difficulty or with little or no prospect of success.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Or in the words of a Hodgkin’s cancer patient: “Perseverance is not continuing a task that you enjoy, it is by definition, continuing a task despite your continuing dislike for it.”  I believe this is the word that summarizes the ending years of Rhio O’Connor’s life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Its stories like Rhio’s that inspire me to become a hardworking student.  To work towards the benefit of those around me.  Although I will not be going into the medical field, his dedication to finding the best option to cure his illness is inspirational to me.  He showed that even in the face of adversity, one can even surprise science with the drive to carry on.  If he could persist with a physical handicap like what Mesothelioma gives, I can show the same courage and drive in my personal life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Mesothelioma is a form of cancer that is almost always caused by exposure to asbestos.  In this case, malignant cells develop in the protective lining that covers most of the body’s internal organs.  This causes chest pain, and shortness of breath caused by fluid between the lung and chest wall.  This, coupled with the side-affects of chemotherapy and radiation makes for a hard 6 months while undergoing what treatment can be used.   The disease carries a poor prognosis to say the least.  A direct link to learn more about Mesothelioma can be found here: &lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.survivingmesothelioma.com/"&gt;www.survivingmesothelioma.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Georgia, serif;font-size:16px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.survivingmesothelioma.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:'Gill Sans Light', serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;If I was faced with a disease such as cancer, I would hope to be able to say like this cancer survivor:  “I am still not upset about having cancer – I’m not depressed, I’m not disappointed, I don’t blame a higher being, or wish things were different. I still think that there are things that cancer has shown me that I never would have seen otherwise; I still think cancer is a good teacher.”  I think that Rhio’s search for a cure is admirable.  Rhio exhausted his options for finding the right ministrations for himself.  I would do the same as he, searching for the best options available for whatever type of disease I had.  There are many resources one could use to choose the best course of action for treatment.  Many are available directly from the internet. There are many websites that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; can help define your illness and have many health tips to keep your body in good shape.  Medical textbooks are made available to the general public at any bookstore, but if one decided not to purchase a copy, the local library would have a selection to choose from to read about the disease on your own.  It is also to your benefit to schedule regular visits to your physician in hopes of catching the problem right away.  A regular checkup can prevent potential issues later on down the road as testified by many.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I am not a stranger to cancer victims, three of my grandparents having had some form of it, and my grandpa and grandma losing to different types of cancer.  And although they fight a losing battle, their positive and selfless attitude during this time has been a witness to those around them.  Because there is a chance I might one day have cancer, I will be doing everything I can to keep up my health for as long as possible.  Whether I end up a cancer survivor, or victim I hope to keep a positive attitude about the situation.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 12.0px 0.0px; text-indent: 18.0px; font: 12.0px Gill Sans Light"&gt;&lt;span style="letter-spacing: 0.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Adversity comes in many different forms.  Cancer is a tragic one.  The scale on which adversity is measured differs from person to person, as the circumstances change.  For one, a trying time could be coping with asthma, and for another, it could be dealing with a stressful family situation at home.  But whatever the circumstance I would want to say like Christopher Reeve;  “Once you choose hope, anything is possible.” &lt;/span&gt;&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/2782528024069806419-5903533153662327229?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5903533153662327229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/rhio-oconnors-legacy-of-health.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5903533153662327229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5903533153662327229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/rhio-oconnors-legacy-of-health.html' title='Rhio O’Connor’s legacy of health'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-8205025611574561574</id><published>2010-01-13T13:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T14:16:52.683-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheists'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='improbable'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 3'/><title type='text'>(Thoughts on) The God Delusion Part 3</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Having covered the "reasons" (so called) for a God, its time for Dawkins very energetic arguments against a creator.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;He is emphatically engrossed with Darwinism.  He has been "enlightened" by Darwin's theories on natural selection, which is his main ground for his explanation of creation.  Dawkins does not believe that the universe came into existence by chance, one he claims is a creationist's favorite defense for God.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.statemaster.com/encyclopedia/Ultimate-Boeing-747-gambit"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;StateMaster - Encyclopedia: Ultimate Boeing 747 gambit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;  If you'd like to read it for yourself, the Boeing 747 gambit is the general idea of the "chance" he is referring to. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Dawkins continues for about eight pages saying the same thing over again, the universe did not come into existence by design or chance.  It seemed to me that instead of giving examples or reasons against God's existence, he is continuing chapter three with more "why he doesn't exist" rambling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; One other punch he puts out there is "The worship of gaps".  "I ___ [insert own name] am personally unable to think of any way in which [insert biological phenomenon] could have been built up set by step.  Therefore it is irreducibly complex.  That means it is designed".  And this one is my favorite; "If an apparent gap is found, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;assumed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that God, by default, must fill it.  What worries thoughtful theologians such as Bonhoeffer is that gaps shrink as science advances, and God is threatened with eventually having nothing to do and nowhere to hide."  Dawkins &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;assumes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; that christians are against the furtherance of knowledge, and I quote; "...one of the truly bad effects of religion is that it teaches us that it is a virtue to be satisfied with not understanding."  He hasn't read Proverbs, I guess, where it says "A wise man will hear, and will increase learning; and a man of understanding shall attain unto wise counsels&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Proverbs 1:5) And: "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;The mind of the prudent acquires knowledge, And the ear of the wise seeks knowledge." (Proverbs 18:15) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 0px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 0px; color: rgb(0, 19, 32); line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt; Dawkins compares the gap argument to a magic trick in which the audience cannot explain the illusion, therefore it must be a miracle. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;After what seemed like re-reading the previous chapter, chapter four ended with this statement; "If the argument of this chapter is accepted, the factual premise of religion-The God Hypothesis- is untenable.  God almost certainly does not exist.  This is the main conclusion of the book so far.  Various questions now follow.  Even if we accept that God doesn't exist, doesn't religion still have a lot going for it?  Isn't it consoling? Doesn't it motivate people to do good? True or false, religion is ubiquitous, so where does it come from?  It is to this last question that we turn to next."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;And so will I. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:georgia, sans-serif;color:#001320;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-8205025611574561574?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/8205025611574561574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-god-delusion-part-3.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/8205025611574561574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/8205025611574561574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-god-delusion-part-3.html' title='(Thoughts on) The God Delusion Part 3'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-1740055245387874619</id><published>2010-01-12T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T22:30:01.300-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Argument for Believers. Pro-God.'/><title type='text'>(Thoughts on) The God Delusion Part 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Being an atheist with decided persuasions, Dawkins has little, to no respect for one who believes contrary to him.  And so puts forth the arguments for a God in a poor light, and includes all the poor reasons he can.  In this example, he stages a conversation between two people:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;"&lt;i&gt;Bet you I can prove God exists.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Bet you can't'.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Right then, imagine the most perfect perfect &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; thing possible.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Okay, now what?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'Now, is that perfect perfect &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;perfect&lt;/span&gt; thing real? Does it exist?'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'No, its only in my mind.'&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;'But if it was real it would be even more perfect, because a really really perfect thing would have to be better than a silly old imaginary thing.  so I've proved that God exists. Nur Nurny Nur Nur.  All atheists are fools."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(What?)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;He continues with "proofs" he found on the internet at  &lt;a href="http://www.godlessgeeks.com/LINKS/GodProof.htm"&gt; http://www.godlessgeeks.com/LINKS/GodProof.htm&lt;/a&gt; .  I will list a couple of his favorites:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#38: Argument from Sheer Will: I do believe in God! I do believe in God! I do, I do, I do!  Therefore God exists.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;#41: Argument from Emotional Blackmail: God loves you.  How could you be so heartless as not to believe in him?  Therefore God exists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;(Is this how true believers came to trust Christ as their Savior? Not any I've met)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;For the sake of space, I will mention only one more, The Argument From Admired Religious Scientists. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;His main point for this one is this; 'Newton was religious.  Who are you to set yourself up as superior to Newton, Galileo, Kepler, etc. etc.?'  I say in reply to this, my faith is not determined by who believes it or who doesn't.  If it were, I might as well belong to the church of Scientology, because John Travolta and Tom Cruise are a part of it.  And I find it odd that we as christians can't use other well-known scientists and scholars as examples of religious leaders, while &lt;i&gt;he&lt;/i&gt; can quote all the non-christian scientists, etc. to make his own points.  Well, we're just ignorant christians, who need a God as a crutch to make up for our poor brain-power, and low IQ's, right?   I don't need C.S Lewis to talk for me, I can answer questions on my own.  I choose to quote others like him for their gift of eloquence on the subject.  (I have never heard this used as a reason for His existence either) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;I was unable to finish reading the reasons against a God/Intelligent design, so I include that in the next part.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2782528024069806419-1740055245387874619?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1740055245387874619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-god-delusion-part-2.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1740055245387874619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1740055245387874619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-god-delusion-part-2.html' title='(Thoughts on) The God Delusion Part 2'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-6528770150404684957</id><published>2010-01-12T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T07:23:46.732-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='School'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Theory'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Evolution'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Part 1'/><title type='text'>(Thoughts on) The God Delusion</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;     I have been reading this book by Richard Dawkins for a little over a week now.  And although it is a well written book, (by well written, I mean an interesting read, or one that holds my attention) there are several aspects about it that I have to address. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 16.0px Georgia; min-height: 19.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;     First of all, calling myself a christian, I am certainly not in agreement with his views.  He is a firm atheist, one that refuses to believe in a "Higher Power".  "Higher Power" being something he defines as anything one would call providence, "Cosmic Intelligence", but in his book, the divinity he refers to the most is "Yahweh, the God of the Old Testament".  That being said, here are a few "highlights" from his book. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana; min-height: 16.0px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;He begins by clearing up some terminology so as to not cause confusion later on.  I mentioned the 'God of the Old Testament' who he says is: "Arguably the most unpleasant character in all fiction: jealous and proud of it; a petty, unjust, unforgiving control-freak; a vindictive, bloodthirsty ethnic, cleanser; a misogynistic, homophobic, racist, infanticidal, genocidal, fili-malevolent bully".  Oh, by the way, I forgot to mention that in his opinion, people have trodden too carefully around the feelings of others in the area of religion, and he will not be doing so.  Speaking his mind without sensitivity for any religion will be a prevalent thrust of this book.  The God he will be alluding to plain now, lets move on to who Atheists, and Believers are.  Atheists are those who either cannot know for certain, but thinks God is very improbable, and lives life on the assumption he is not there, Or someone who &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; there is no God just as others know&lt;i&gt; &lt;/i&gt;there &lt;i&gt;is&lt;/i&gt; one.  A believer is one who either cannot know for certain, but strongly believes in God, and lives life on the assumption that he is there, or one who does not merely believe, but &lt;i&gt;knows&lt;/i&gt; God exists. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;In the upcoming second part, I will address his views of creation, and cases for and against the validity of Intelligent design. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 13.0px Verdana"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-6528770150404684957?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/6528770150404684957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-god-delusion.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/6528770150404684957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/6528770150404684957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/thoughts-on-god-delusion.html' title='(Thoughts on) The God Delusion'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-2072719813380516418</id><published>2010-01-06T09:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:38:10.120-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hymn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Deuteronomy.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><title type='text'>Don't worry, be happy!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;An old Swedish hymn "Day By Day", based on Deuteronomy 33:25 (As your days, so your strength will be) gives us this assurance:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"Day by day, and with each passing moment,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;strength I find to meet my trials here;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Trusting in my Father's wise bestowment,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;I've no cause for worry or for fear."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;What is so wonderful to me in this verse is the phrase "...with each passing moment, strength I find to meet my trials..."  Sometimes, the hardest time when going through a trial is the small, empty moments where hope seems so far away.  But God has promised and IS there all the time.  Deuteronomy 31:8 says; "The Lord is the one who goes ahead of you; He &lt;i&gt;will&lt;/i&gt; be with you.  He will not fail you or forsake you.  Do not fear or be dismayed."  Can't we trust the Lord of all creation for our troubles, and cares?  Easier said, than done.  When there is cause for doubt, and the future looks dim, remember His past faithfulness to you, and rest in the assurance of His love. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"He whose heart is kind beyond all measure&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Gives unto each day what he deems best&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Lovingly its part of pain and pleasure,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Mingling toil with peace and rest."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;-Leanne&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/2782528024069806419-2072719813380516418?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2072719813380516418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-worry-be-happy.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2072719813380516418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2072719813380516418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/dont-worry-be-happy.html' title='Don&apos;t worry, be happy!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-3292268487278731490</id><published>2010-01-04T16:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T09:38:32.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dictionary'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Definition'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stupid.'/><title type='text'>So, I read the dictionary...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Well, not really.  Maybe if I'm sick, and all I can do is read... we'll see.  But I do have a definition to share.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville;"&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Stupid: lacking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;intelligence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; or &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span apple_mouseover_highlight="1"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;common sense.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Now, you might be thinking, "why in the world did you pick 'stupid'?" Answer? I asked my sister to just say a word.  So having been given this one, I'll go with it.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Stupid.  This word is usually associated with one who has done something that wasn't the brightest thing.  Or name calling...but I'll stick with the first.  I've done stupid things before that at the time seemed like a good idea, but turned out to be just dumb.  One example that comes to mind that was really dumb of me was just this past semester in one of my classes.  I made a not-so-hot grade on the first test and thinking I could do better on the second, didn't seek help on the matter.  Second test was worse than the first.  I finally went to my professor who gave helpful tips on my study habits, turned that grade around, and made 2 letter grades higher than the first.  If only I had done that sooner!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Makes me frustrated thinking back on it.  But I sure learned my lesson!  Funny as it sounds, this is a good example of being stupid BECAUSE I learned my lesson.   I've heard there are three ways to learn: First, listening to the advice given you, and following it.  Second, making the mistakes, and changing the way you do things.  The third, is making mistakes, and not doing anything about it.  Just continuing in the poor choices.  The first two are clearly the better decisions.  One might learn better if the mistake has been made on their part, but either way, lesson learned.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;What did I pull away from this experience?  Listen to what is being advised.  Don't be so hard-headed, thinking I can do it better than someone who's already been through whatever the situation is.  If I do end up making a mistake, I can't beat myself up, just accept the consequences, and move on.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Good news!  God knows we, in our human nature, will make mistakes.  So He has provided a way to take care of it.  God sent His Son to die for us to pay for our sins (missing God's mark of perfection).  Jesus died a horrible death separated from God so I don't have to experience the consequences of my sin.  Then this verse from Romans 6:1 comes to my mind: "What shall we say then?  Are we to continue in sin that grace may abound?"  In the Leighanna version, should I keep on doing the "stupid things" to learn the lessons in life?  Well, the next verse answers it: "By no means!  How can we who died to sin still live in it?"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;Indeed, how?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:Baskerville, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-3292268487278731490?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/3292268487278731490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-read-dictionary.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/3292268487278731490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/3292268487278731490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/so-i-read-dictionary.html' title='So, I read the dictionary...'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-7312106789318697865</id><published>2010-01-01T09:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:52:42.921-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Food'/><title type='text'>Come and get it!</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite meals, and its good for any occasion. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chicken Fettucini:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 (16) oz package fettucini noodles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2 sticks butter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 c. whipping cream&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c. grated parmesan cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c. romano cheese&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3/4 c. fresh parsley&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 tsp. minced garlic&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salt and pepper to taste.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cook the noodles and set aside with butter. whip the cream and add the parmesan and romano cheese.   Mix the noodles, cream-cheese mixture together; lightly mix.  Add the parsley, garlic and salt and pepper to taste.  Serve at once.  Serves 6. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Salad:  Vegetables used are variable.  Here is what I usually use though:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 1/2 tomatoes, diced. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 stick celery, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1 carrot sticked, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 bell pepper, chopped&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;cilantro&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dressing:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1/2 c. vegetable oil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;lemon juice to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;salt and pepper to taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Add dressing to vegetables and toss.  Add 1 head of lettuce and fresh spinach leaves.  Don't toss lettuce and spinach in till ready to serve.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fresh French bread, buttered and lightly sprinkled with garlic. Toast.  (but don't let it burn, like I tend to do.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bon appetite! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-7312106789318697865?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/7312106789318697865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-and-get-it.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/7312106789318697865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/7312106789318697865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2010/01/come-and-get-it.html' title='Come and get it!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-1568930195498768281</id><published>2009-12-31T09:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-31T10:06:43.388-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sunday'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scripture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='New-Years'/><title type='text'>So long, Self!</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a sermon Sunday, and this verse was read:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haggai 1:9 "You hoped for rich harvests, but they were poor. And when you brought your harvest home, I blew it away. Why? Because my house lies in ruins, says the LORD Almighty, while you are all busy building your own fine houses."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here, God was referring to the Israelites living in nice houses while God's temple lay in ruins.  They were so caught up in their own lives, they neglected the very One who made them prosperous.  Reading this made me think of the cliche': "There is nothing new under the sun".  In this case, that is true.  How often do I ignore the One giving the blessings in my life, rather than giving Him praise for it?  How often do I neglect his temple (found in his people) and making it holy and fulfilling my own selfish desires? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My New-Year's resolution: to not give up pursuing holiness.  There is no higher calling than to be like Christ.  This ain't no picnic.  Which is why if one doesn't have a hatred for everything that gets in the way of oneness with Christ, you won't get there.  I fail miserably.  Praise God for his unfailing love, and patience!  I don't deserve it.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;These lyrics convey what I'm trying to say well:  &lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/mercyme/intheblinkofaneye.html"&gt;MERCYME LYRICS - In The Blink Of An Eye&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&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/2782528024069806419-1568930195498768281?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/1568930195498768281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-self.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1568930195498768281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/1568930195498768281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-long-self.html' title='So long, Self!'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-352987665291405686</id><published>2009-12-29T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:53:00.051-08:00</updated><title type='text'>6 billion, hunh?</title><content type='html'>This past semester at LSU, I took Biology 1001.  In and of itself, the class was ok.  Being a Gen Ed course at LSU, there were about 300 students in it.  (probably the noisiest class I've been in)  First part of the semester, ehhh. Kinda boring. Not too exciting to learn about stuff I can't see.  Cells, and what-not. But when we turned to larger objects, my interest peaks.  And actually, I enjoy reading about the theory of evolution, and its effects on the modern science world.  I'm not sure why, because sitting in the evolution class periods would make me really upset. &lt;br /&gt;    All that to say, I had many questions on the subject I thought I would ask my fellow class-mates about to get their opinions.  Little did I know what I was getting myself into!  After asking a few basic questions on Moodle, I waited for a reply.  Didn't take long for there to be a flood of upset responses.  Turns out, asking about someone's evolution beliefs is offensive, and one should just accept "their truth" as fact, and don't question it.  Thank-you. &lt;br /&gt;    Well, I happen to like a good debate, when I know my facts, and so this discussion via Moodle continued for the remainder of the semester.  My professor didn't get into the discussion, but addressed it on the last day of class and suggested several books for us to read on either side of the evolution v. creationism argument.  I am reading the first of the three suggested right now, and am trying to finish the other two before the break is over.   I don't mind reading pro-evolution material, if only to know the other side.  I like to know "both sides" before I make a fool of myself.  I won't be talking to any of my biology peers again, but I hope that I at least raised some questions in their minds. &lt;br /&gt;    Improving my mind on vacation.  Yay me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-352987665291405686?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/352987665291405686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-billion-hunh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/352987665291405686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/352987665291405686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/6-billion-hunh.html' title='6 billion, hunh?'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-4262146376642978572</id><published>2009-12-26T05:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-26T06:20:48.695-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wonderment.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 15px; font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Always Forever&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;You are the hand that catches my fall&lt;br /&gt;You are the friend that answers my call&lt;br /&gt;You are my day, You are my night&lt;br /&gt;You are my love and all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the love I need&lt;br /&gt;You are the air I breathe&lt;br /&gt;You are my love my life always forever&lt;br /&gt;I would lay down my life&lt;br /&gt;Just to be by Your side&lt;br /&gt;You are my love my life always forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the grace that covers my sin&lt;br /&gt;You’re everything the beginning and end&lt;br /&gt;You have my soul, my heart and my mind&lt;br /&gt;You have my love and all of my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hallelujah, Hallelujah, Hallelujah, forever &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;-Phil Whickham&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Having a human brain, I cannot comprehend the length of forever!  In this song, Whickham puts so well the companionship that Jesus gives.  Am I willing to lay down my life, JUST to be by His side?  He would rather die, than to separated from me.  One other unfathomable characteristic of God.  Why He could love this broken, earthen vessel is beyond me, but I am so thankful He does!  I use the word "awesome" too much.  The dictionary defines it as: "Extremely impressive or daunting; inspiring great admiration."  Is there anything on earth besides God's vast love and faithfulness that is awesome? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;One of my favorite hymns goes like this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Great Is Thy Faithfulness&lt;/strong&gt; :&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, O God my Father;&lt;br /&gt;There is no shadow of turning with Thee;&lt;br /&gt;Thou changest not, Thy compassions, they fail not;&lt;br /&gt;As Thou hast been, Thou forever will be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Refrain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness!&lt;br /&gt;Morning by morning new mercies I see.&lt;br /&gt;All I have needed Thy hand hath provided;&lt;br /&gt;Great is Thy faithfulness, Lord, unto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pardon for sin and a peace that endureth&lt;br /&gt;Thine own dear presence to cheer and to guide;&lt;br /&gt;Strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;Blessings all mine, with ten thousand beside!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;Now THIS is truly "awesome"!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt;-Leanne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"    style="font-family:tahoma, helvetica, arial, sans-serif;font-size:100%;color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 15px;font-size:12px;"&gt; &lt;/span&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/2782528024069806419-4262146376642978572?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/4262146376642978572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderment.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/4262146376642978572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/4262146376642978572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/wonderment.html' title='Wonderment.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-279493426060582661</id><published>2009-12-24T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T19:50:02.851-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Way back when.'/><title type='text'>The Christmas account.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h2 id="passage_heading" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; "&gt;Luke 2:1-20 (New Living Translation)&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h4&gt;Luke 2&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Birth of Jesus&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24942" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; At that time the Roman emperor, Augustus, decreed that a census should be taken throughout the Roman Empire. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24943" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; (This was the first census taken when Quirinius was governor of Syria.) &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24944" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; All returned to their own ancestral towns to register for this census. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24945" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; And because Joseph was a descendant of King David, he had to go to Bethlehem in Judea, David’s ancient home. He traveled there from the village of Nazareth in Galilee. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24946" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt;He took with him Mary, his fiancée, who was now obviously pregnant.&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24947" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; And while they were there, the time came for her baby to be born. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24948" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;7&lt;/sup&gt;She gave birth to her first child, a son. She wrapped him snugly in strips of cloth and laid him in a manger, because there was no lodging available for them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;h5&gt;The Shepherds and Angels&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24949" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;8&lt;/sup&gt; That night there were shepherds staying in the fields nearby, guarding their flocks of sheep. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24950" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; Suddenly, an angel of the Lord appeared among them, and the radiance of the Lord’s glory surrounded them. They were terrified, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24951" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;10&lt;/sup&gt; but the angel reassured them. “Don’t be afraid!” he said. “I bring you good news that will bring great joy to all people. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24952" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11&lt;/sup&gt; The Savior—yes, the Messiah, the Lord—has been born today in Bethlehem, the city of David! &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24953" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;12&lt;/sup&gt; And you will recognize him by this sign: You will find a baby wrapped snugly in strips of cloth, lying in a manger.”&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24954" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;13&lt;/sup&gt; Suddenly, the angel was joined by a vast host of others—the armies of heaven—praising God and saying,&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24955" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14&lt;/sup&gt; “Glory to God in highest heaven,&lt;br /&gt;      and peace on earth to those with whom God is pleased.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24956" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;15&lt;/sup&gt; When the angels had returned to heaven, the shepherds said to each other, “Let’s go to Bethlehem! Let’s see this thing that has happened, which the Lord has told us about.”&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24957" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;16&lt;/sup&gt; They hurried to the village and found Mary and Joseph. And there was the baby, lying in the manger. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24958" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17&lt;/sup&gt; After seeing him, the shepherds told everyone what had happened and what the angel had said to them about this child. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24959" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;18&lt;/sup&gt; All who heard the shepherds’ story were astonished, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24960" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;19&lt;/sup&gt; but Mary kept all these things in her heart and thought about them often. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-24961" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20&lt;/sup&gt;The shepherds went back to their flocks, glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen. It was just as the angel had told them.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-279493426060582661?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/279493426060582661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-account.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/279493426060582661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/279493426060582661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/christmas-account.html' title='The Christmas account.'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-5103660486967231432</id><published>2009-12-24T12:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:53:22.993-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Christmas Time'/><title type='text'>12-24-09</title><content type='html'>Of all the worst things that one could do to themselves, yet so helpful at the same time is getting wisdom teeth pulled.  Ouch!  I will have relief in the future, but man, its painful right now. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Although I will be missing out on our wonderful Christmas dinner, I think it pulls my attention back to the real reason I celebrate it.  Its not the food, or the presents, or the bazillion carols we sing, but a reminder of God's love coming down to earth in human form to ultimately save me from my sins.  Because I can't sing, (it hurting too much) Or chew (ditto) I have realized a few things about the advent season that I had not before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;  The first being that the plan God has for my life is so much bigger than what I can see now.  At Christmas time, we focus on "baby Jesus", when God's attention was 33 years down the road from then.  I know how caught up I can get in "the now" and how it distracts from where I could be going.  My immediate desires get in the way of God's big ideas for me, and hinders His shaping process.  Like God does all the time, I can only try to stand back and look at the bigger picture.  There is much in my future, of which God knows all.  "For I know the plans I have for you..."  I can only wait and watch it unfold.  And what a beautiful picture it will make if I stay in His will!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One other thing that I have noticed more is how inwardly focused most are at this time of year.  Christmas today is all about presents, and "who got what" etc. And while this is fun, putting on a big show isn't what the reason for the season is about!  Christ, the savior of the world, was born in an animal manger.  The ultimate gift to man was born to one of the poorest families without a lavish Christmas dinner, warm clothes, or a lighted tree to create a homy atmosphere.  The only ones who knew of his birth besides his parents, were lowly shepherds, and the angels that were present.  The shepherds in their uneducated minds knew that this was the promised Messiah and worshiped him in their child-like faith.  If only I could be as simple today in my worship as the shepherds were then.  They weren't concerned with having anything to bring but sincere adoration.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And since I've lost my train of thought (go figure) I will end there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-5103660486967231432?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/5103660486967231432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-24-09.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5103660486967231432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/5103660486967231432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/12/12-24-09.html' title='12-24-09'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2782528024069806419.post-2817790146928172165</id><published>2009-10-07T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:53:38.243-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='confusion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus is Lord.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hope'/><title type='text'>Hope in confusion</title><content type='html'>Life is confusing. Simple as that.  When I think that a situation would go in a certain direction, and it doesn't, I can't help but wonder why?  Was it something I did wrong?  In times like this, I am reminded of this: Jesus is Lord of my life and over every situation.  I also know that whatever comes is in His plan for conforming me more like him.  I have hope in this, when I think I'm going under the "waters of life", He will part them to make a way for me.  Trouble will come, but He will see me through every step of the way.  Praise God for His faithfulness.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Leanne&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2782528024069806419-2817790146928172165?l=weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/feeds/2817790146928172165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-in-confusion.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2817790146928172165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2782528024069806419/posts/default/2817790146928172165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://weeder-hopefortoday.blogspot.com/2009/10/hope-in-confusion.html' title='Hope in confusion'/><author><name>Leanne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02587928346227695279</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Bm3-gBrdjg4/TOixJqPDX8I/AAAAAAAAAHw/y19hujLLd6M/S220/Photo%2B84.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
