<?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-1787863014790273451</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:12:02.972-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass Withers, Flowers Fade</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787863014790273451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Penny S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804011066325070885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/7517/320/Penny%206.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787863014790273451.post-4512617917810312180</id><published>2009-05-05T14:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T14:48:09.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I'm Blogging</title><content type='html'>Certainly the reason I'm blogging is to vent...to myself and to God.  He knows my every thought:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;O L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;, you have examined my heart&lt;br /&gt;      and know everything about me.&lt;br /&gt; You know when I sit down or stand up.&lt;br /&gt;      You know my thoughts even when I’m far away.&lt;br /&gt; You see me when I travel&lt;br /&gt;      and when I rest at home.&lt;br /&gt;      You know everything I do.&lt;br /&gt; You know what I am going to say&lt;br /&gt;      even before I say it, L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt; You go before me and follow me.&lt;br /&gt;      You place your hand of blessing on my head.&lt;br /&gt;  Such knowledge is too wonderful for me,&lt;br /&gt;      too great for me to understand!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;Psalm 139: 1-6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;Obviously, I am not telling God anything He doesn't already know, now am I?  Yet as I write, He gives understanding to me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;As I've grown older, there are so many Bible verses that used to confuse and depress me.  These same verses now bring me comfort and hope.  As in the fact that grass withers and flowers fade.  Sounds depressing?  No!  It gives me hope that this world is not my home.  I am only passing through and as long as I hang onto that thought I move into a place of safety and refuge!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;I do not belong to this world.&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/1787863014790273451-4512617917810312180?l=grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/feeds/4512617917810312180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-im-blogging.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787863014790273451/posts/default/4512617917810312180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787863014790273451/posts/default/4512617917810312180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/why-im-blogging.html' title='Why I&apos;m Blogging'/><author><name>Penny S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804011066325070885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/7517/320/Penny%206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1787863014790273451.post-5575028724793649945</id><published>2009-05-05T12:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T12:06:51.824-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grass Withers, Flowers Fade</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL'; "&gt;People are like the grass.&lt;br /&gt;      Their beauty fades as quickly&lt;br /&gt;      as the flowers in a field.&lt;br /&gt; The grass withers and the flowers fade&lt;br /&gt;      beneath the breath of the L&lt;span style="font-variant: small-caps; "&gt;ord&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;      And so it is with people.&lt;br /&gt; The grass withers and the flowers fade,&lt;br /&gt;      but the word of our God stands forever.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;Isaiah 40:6-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;Everything passes away.  Even heartache and sadness.  My guess is that the great and wonderful will be remembered into eternity, but considering our tears will be wiped away, I'm believing that we won't remember the pain of living here...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL';"&gt;...at least I hope so.&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/1787863014790273451-5575028724793649945?l=grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/feeds/5575028724793649945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/grass-withers-flowers-fade.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787863014790273451/posts/default/5575028724793649945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1787863014790273451/posts/default/5575028724793649945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://grasswithersflowersfade.blogspot.com/2009/05/grass-withers-flowers-fade.html' title='Grass Withers, Flowers Fade'/><author><name>Penny S</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11804011066325070885</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/113/7517/320/Penny%206.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
