<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758</id><updated>2009-11-14T19:42:33.378-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Worth Re-Learning</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a personal journey that the LORD Jesus Christ has taken me on in my life.  So don't be surprised, this is a Christian site written by a Christian.
Most of us have lived our Christian lives such that if we bloomed where we were planted, we'd be mushrooms in a cave! Pump up the volume, enjoy the music, and remember: The Word is in the music!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>62</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-5324472108471193331</id><published>2009-10-07T08:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T09:10:11.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sukkot!</title><content type='html'>Greetings in the name of our LORD Jesus Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are in the Jewish feast of Sukkot which is the last and most important feast in the Jewish calendar.  We just finished with Yom Kippur, the Days of Awe and Repentance, when we reflect on our sins and repent of them. Sukkot is the Feast of Tabernacles and represents the time of restored fellowship with the LORD, when we rejoice in our LORD's relationship with us and His provision in our lives. It represents Him as He 'tabernacles' with us here on earth. In the Old Testament He tabernacled in the Temple of animal skins as a foreshadow of us living with Him in our hearts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing they teach you in Christian schools is that when you pray, to start with praise, then supplication, and finish with praise. I have gotten in the habit of praying this way, "Oh Father, LORD God Almighty, Creator of the heavens and the earth, you are the King of kings and the LORD of lords and You are my GOD." Little did I know that the Jewish blessings start simularly; "Blessed art Thou, LORD our God, King of the universe, Creator of . . ." whatever you are using the blessing for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So many people say, "I can't serve a god who is so egotistical that he requires constant adulation to feel good".  What &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;I&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; say is that He knows who He is. It is WE who need to be reminded of just who and what the LORD is. When I praise the LORD I am reminded of all the blessings I have received from Him and how much He loves me. I feel something inside me just melt and a peace surrounds me and fills me and strengthens me in an inexplicable way. The Holy Spirit comes to me and meets my needs again. You CANNOT outgive God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been studying at a website called "Hebrew 4 Christians"  &lt;a href="http://www.hebrew4christians.com/"&gt;www.hebrew4christians.com&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;It has been a great source of information. I just wish I could remember things like I did when I was younger! The man who writes this site is John Parsons, an accomplished Hebrew language professor who does this with no financial support at this time. Visit &lt;a href="http://www.hebrew4christians.com/About_HFC/Site_News/site_news.html"&gt;http://www.hebrew4christians.com/About_HFC/Site_News/site_news.html&lt;/a&gt; to learn more about him and his ministry. I encourage you to study at his website and to find it in your hearts to support him with prayer and maybe some financial support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise the LORD who reings in our hearts and in glory and who teaches us by His Most Holy Spirit!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-5324472108471193331?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5324472108471193331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=5324472108471193331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5324472108471193331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5324472108471193331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/10/happy-sukkot.html' title='Happy Sukkot!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-5871705102912828970</id><published>2009-09-09T18:44:00.007-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T18:59:41.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of Tribble and Kandi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SqhaIG5p5jI/AAAAAAAAABU/wDG2OUfP2Pk/s1600-h/Kandi-pocket-003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379648850231944754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SqhaIG5p5jI/AAAAAAAAABU/wDG2OUfP2Pk/s200/Kandi-pocket-003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I promised you pictures of our gliders and now we have a WHOLE LOT OF PICTURES!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Kandi with her bread in her paws sticking out of my pocket.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/Sqha1CPb5YI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pdd6PVwc4wo/s1600-h/Tribble-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379649622075237762" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/Sqha1CPb5YI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pdd6PVwc4wo/s200/Tribble-001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/Sqha1CPb5YI/AAAAAAAAABc/Pdd6PVwc4wo/s1600-h/Tribble-001.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This is Tribble. He's a real camera hound, so most of the pictures are of him. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;They had their first birthday, August 8th, 2009. They sure have been a joy in our lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-5871705102912828970?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5871705102912828970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=5871705102912828970&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5871705102912828970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5871705102912828970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/09/pictures-of-tribble-and-kandi.html' title='Pictures of Tribble and Kandi'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SqhaIG5p5jI/AAAAAAAAABU/wDG2OUfP2Pk/s72-c/Kandi-pocket-003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-4493927401177415214</id><published>2009-08-28T14:39:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T08:55:23.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is Jesus in your boat?</title><content type='html'>Mark 4:35-41 (NKJV). " On the same day, when evening had come, He said to them, “Let us cross over to the other side.” Now when they had left the multitude, they took Him along in the boat as He was. And other little boats were also with Him. And a great windstorm arose, and the waves beat into the boat, so that it was already filling. But He was in the stern, asleep on a pillow. And they awoke Him and said to Him, “Teacher, do You not care that we are perishing?”&lt;br /&gt;Then He arose and rebuked the wind, and said to the sea, “Peace, be still!” And the wind ceased and there was a great calm. But He said to them, “Why are you so fearful? How is it that you have no faith?” And they feared exceedingly, and said to one another, “Who can this be, that even the wind and the sea obey Him!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever watched a TV program called "The Deadliest Catch"? It's about crab fishermen in the Bering Sea. They work in incredible conditions, storms, freezing seawater, their boats overcome by the waves. They have enormous courage, I'm scared to death just watching them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I imagine myself in that little boat. The lightning is flashing and there are thunders that pound my chest. The waves are twice as high as that boat swamping it with every wave. The bow digs in deeper with every surge. Soon, I can no longer see the edges of the boat above the water. Sometimes, this is what life feels like. And satan takes advantage of my tumultuous emotions and the thoughts are constantly, "You deserve this. You don't live right. You are just suffering the consequences of your sin. You are all alone."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read the scripture again, can you hear the panic in their voices? "Master, don't you even care?".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point they haven't fully comprehended exactly who Jesus was. They merely thought he was a holy man with miraculous powers. And he was asleep (of all things) in the stern of the ship. We don't have that excuse. We know who Jesus is. We know that they were never in any danger. Their boat would never have sunk with Jesus on board. And if it did, they would have gone to paradise with Him. We know this with in our heads.  So what are we panicking for? Jesus said He would never leave us or forsake us. He is always with us. He is always in our boats if we have Him in our hearts. We must do as the psalmist says repeatedly, "Call My name, and I'll be there!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-4493927401177415214?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4493927401177415214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=4493927401177415214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/4493927401177415214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/4493927401177415214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-jesus-in-your-boat.html' title='Is Jesus in your boat?'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-4556168352083637650</id><published>2009-06-18T10:08:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T10:12:41.657-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Wings</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I don't know if the story is true or not, but it still gives you pause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God's Wings &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;A little something to put things in perspective.  After a forest fire in Yellowstone National Park , forest rangers began their trek up a mountain to assess the inferno's damage. One ranger found a bird literally petrified in ashes, perched statuesquely on the ground at the base of a tree. Somewhat sickened by the eerie sight, he knocked over the bird with a stick.When he gently struck it, three tiny chicks scurried from under their dead mother's wings. The loving mother, keenly aware of impending disaster, had carried her offspring to the base of the tree and had gathered them under her wings, instinctively knowing that the toxic smoke would rise. She could have flown to safety but had refused to abandon her babies. Then the blaze had arrived and the heat had scorched her small body, the mother had remained steadfast ...because she had been willing to die, so those under the cover of her wings would live... &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;'He will cover you with His feathers, and under His wings you will find refuge.'    (Psalm 91:4) &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Being loved this much should make a difference in your life. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Remember the One who loves you, and then be different because of it.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-4556168352083637650?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4556168352083637650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=4556168352083637650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/4556168352083637650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/4556168352083637650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/06/gods-wings.html' title='God&apos;s Wings'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-2873344443052605766</id><published>2009-05-26T16:47:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T16:54:27.037-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clay Dyer</title><content type='html'>This is the most amazing video I have seen yet on YouTube.  This really makes you think about your struggles and troubles and how small they may be in the grand scheme of things.  My hat's off to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/glrU4JKV1SI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/glrU4JKV1SI&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;rel=0&amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;color2=0xcd311b&amp;border=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="445" height="364"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-2873344443052605766?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2873344443052605766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=2873344443052605766&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/2873344443052605766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/2873344443052605766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/05/clay-dyer.html' title='Clay Dyer'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-6703065496653919920</id><published>2009-04-12T19:02:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T19:19:44.027-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Push-Ups</title><content type='html'>I would like to wish to you all a "Happy Resurrection Day", as Steven so aptly reminded me.  And thanks to Ann, who sent this e-mail to me.  Thanks, I needed this.  Luv ya all, Linda&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a certain Professor of Religion named Dr Christianson, a studious man who taught at a small college in the western United States.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson taught the required survey course in Christianity at this particular institution. Every student was required to take this course his freshman year, regardless of his or her major.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although Dr. Christianson tried hard to communicate the essence of the gospel in his class, he found that most of his students looked upon the course as nothing but required drudgery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite his best efforts, most students refused to take Christianity seriously. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This year, Dr. Christianson had a special student named Steve. Steve was only a freshman, but was studying with the intent of going on to seminary for the ministry. Steve was popular, he was well liked, and he was an imposing physical specimen. He was now the starting center on the school football team, and was the best student in the professor's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day, Dr. Christianson asked Steve to stay after class so he could talk with him. 'How many push-ups can you do?'&lt;br /&gt;Steve said, 'I do about 200 every night.'   '200?  That's pretty good, Steve, ' Dr. Christianson said.  '&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think you could do 300?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve replied, 'I don't know.... I've never done 300 at a time.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Do you think you could?' again asked Dr. Christianson. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well, I can try,' said Steve. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Can you do 300 in sets of 10? I have a class project in mind and I needyou to do about 300 push-ups in sets of ten for this to work. Can you do it? I need you to tell me you can do it,' said the professor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve said, 'Well... I think I can...yeah, I can do it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, 'Good! I need you to do this on Friday. Let me explain what I have in mind.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday came and Steve got to class early and sat in the front of the room.  When class started, the professor pulled out a big box of donuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, these weren't the normal kinds of donuts, they were the extra fancy BIG kind, with cream centers and frosting swirls. Everyone was pretty excited it was Friday, the last class of the day, and they were going to get an earlystart on the weekend with a party in Dr. Christianson's class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson went to the first girl in the first row and asked, 'Cynthia, do you want to have one of these donuts?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cynthia said, 'Yes.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Cynthia can have a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Sure!' Steve jumped down from his desk to do a quick ten. Then Steve again sat in his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson put a donut on Cynthia's desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson then went to Joe, the next person, and asked, 'Joe, do you want a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Joe said, 'Yes.'  Dr. Christianson asked, 'Steve would you do ten push-ups so Joe can have a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve did ten push-ups, Joe got a donut. And so it went, down the first aisle, Steve did ten push-ups for every person before they got their donut.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walking down the second aisle, Dr. Christianson came to Scott.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott was on the basketball team, and in as good condition as Steve. He was very popular and never lacking for female companionship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the professor asked, 'Scott do you want a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott's reply was, 'Well, can I do my own push-ups?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, 'No, Steve has to do them.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Scott said, 'Well, I don't want one then.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson shrugged and then turned to Steve and asked, 'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Scott can have a donut he doesn't want?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With perfect obedience Steve started to do ten push-ups. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scott said, 'HEY! I said I didn't want one!'   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, 'Look!, this is my classroom, my class, my desks, and these are my donuts. Just leave it on the desk if you don't want it.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he put a donut on Scott's desk. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now by this time, Steve had begun to slow down a little. He just stayed on the floor between sets because it took too much effort to be getting up and down. You could start to see a little perspiration coming out around his brow. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson started down the third row. Now the students were beginning to get a little angry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson asked Jenny, 'Jenny, do you want a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sternly, Jenny said, 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Christianson asked Steve, 'Steve, would you do ten more push-ups so Jenny can have a donut that she doesn't want?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve did ten....Jenny got a donut. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By now, a growing sense of uneasiness filled the room. The students were beginning to say, 'No!' and there were all these uneaten donuts on the desks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve also had to really put forth a lot of extra effort to get these push-ups done for each donut. There began to be a small pool of sweat on the floor beneath his face, his arms and brow were beginning to get red because of the physical effort involved.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson asked Robert, who was the most vocal unbeliever in the class, to watch Steve do each push up to make sure he did the full ten push-ups in a set because he couldn't bear to watch all of Steve's work for all of those uneaten donuts. He sent Robert over to where Steve was so Robert could count the set and watch Steve closely. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson started down the fourth row. During his class, however, some students from other classes had wandered in and sat down on the steps along the radiators that ran down the sides of the room. When the professor realized this, he did a quick count and saw that now there were 34 students in the room. He started to worry if Steve would be able to make it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson went on to the next person and the next and the next. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Near the end of that row, Steve was really having a rough time. He was taking a lot more time to complete each set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve asked Dr. Christianson, 'Do I have to make my nose touch on each one?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson thought for a moment, 'Well, they're your pushups. You are in charge now. You can do them any way that you want.' And Dr. Christianson went on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few moments later, Jason , a recent transfer student, came to the room and was about to come in when all the students yelled in one voice, 'NO! Don't come in! Stay out!' Jason didn't know what was going on. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve picked up his head and said, 'No, let him come.'  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Christianson said, 'You realize that if Jason comes in you will have to do ten push-ups for him?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve said, 'Yes, let him come in. Give him a donut.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson said, 'Okay, Steve, I'll let you get Jason's out of theway right now. Jason, do you want a donut?'  Jason, new to the room, hardly knew what was going on. 'Yes,' he said, 'give me a donut.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Steve, will you do ten push-ups so that Jason can have a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve did ten push-ups very slowly and with great effort. Jason, bewildered, was handed a donut and sat down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson finished the fourth row, and then started on those visitors seated by the heaters. Steve's arms were now shaking with each push-up in a struggle to lift himself against the force of gravity. By this time sweat was profusely dropping off of his face, there was no sound except his heavy breathing; there was not a dry eye in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The very last two students in the room were two young women, both cheerleaders, and very popular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson went to Linda, the second to last, and asked, 'Linda, do you want a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Linda said, very sadly, 'No, thank you.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Professor Christianson quietly asked, 'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so that Linda can have a donut she doesn't want?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grunting from the effort, Steve did ten very slow push-ups for Linda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Dr. Christianson turned to the last girl, Susan. 'Susan, do you want a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Susan, with tears flowing down her face, began to cry. 'Dr. Christianson, why can't I help him?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson, with tears of his own, said, 'No, Steve has to do it alone; I have given him this task and he is in charge of seeing that everyone has an opportunity for a donut whether they want it or not. When I decided to have a party this last day of class, I looked at my grade book. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steve here is the only student with a perfect grade. Everyone else has failed a test, skipped class, or offered me inferior work. Steve told me that in football practice, when a player messes up he must do push-ups. I told Steve that none of you could come to my party unless he paid the price by doing your push ups. He and I made a deal for your sakes.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Steve, would you do ten push-ups so Susan can have a donut?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Steve very slowly finished his last push-up, with the understanding that he had accomplished all that was required of him, having done 350 push-ups, his arms buckled beneath him and he fell to the floor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Christianson turned to the room and said, 'And so it was, that our Savior, Jesus Christ, on the cross, plead to the Father, 'Into thy hands I commend my spirit.' With the understanding that He had done everything that was required of Him, He yielded up His life. And like some of those in this room, many of us leave the gift on the desk, uneaten.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two students helped Steve up off the floor and to a seat, physically exhausted, but wearing a thin smile. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Well done, good and faithful servant,' said the professor, adding, 'Not all sermons are preached in words.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turning to his class, the professor said, 'My wish is that you might understand and fully comprehend all the riches of grace and mercy that have been given to you through the sacrifice of our Lord and Savior Jesus Christ. He spared not His only Begotten Son, but gave Him up for us all, for the whole Church, now and forever. Whether or not we choose to accept His gift to us, the price has been paid.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Wouldn't you be foolish and ungrateful to leave it lying on the desk?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Share this with someone. It's bound to touch their heart and demonstrate Salvation in a very special way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-6703065496653919920?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6703065496653919920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=6703065496653919920&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/6703065496653919920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/6703065496653919920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/04/push-ups.html' title='Push-Ups'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-8899886058591761904</id><published>2009-03-25T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-25T17:59:27.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To My Sis</title><content type='html'>My sister Vivian passed away today.  My world definitely got a little smaller.  She died from the complications of cirosis of the liver, alcoholism, and depression.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, her life-long husband, her soul-mate if you will, died a couple of years ago.  And although she drank before this, the depression and loneliness was eased a little by the alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;Because of the depression in me, I can blame myself in part for her depression.  I'm not much of a telephone caller or letter writer.  But I guess at times like this we all have a tendency to blame ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth of the matter is this:  you can ask an alcoholic to quit drinking, but unless they want to, they won't.  You can demand they quit drinking, and they will just hide the liquor.  You can empty out their cupboards, but they will buy some more.  Even if you live with them, you can't help them.  Or make them help themselves.  They have to want to change.  And change is scary.  So pass me another beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't blame yourself.  There's absolutely nothing you could've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the depression, I have so many people that say, "Why don't you cheer up?"  And, "If you just stay busy, you wouldn't dwell on the negative so much".You just can't change the broken record in your mind that easy.  It takes constant work.  And sometimes you just get tired.  So pass me another beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you can't blame yourself.  There's absolutely nothing you could've done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cirrosis of the liver was the infection that actually killed her.  But a broken heart was the cause of it all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-8899886058591761904?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8899886058591761904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=8899886058591761904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/8899886058591761904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/8899886058591761904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2009/03/to-my-sis.html' title='To My Sis'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-5268783742654354904</id><published>2008-11-19T12:48:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T13:00:19.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All Praise and Honor and Glory to God!</title><content type='html'>The Lord has shown me that throughout all the scripture, and my personal experiences as well, God's hand is moved repeatedly when His people; 1) fast and pray, and 2) Praise and Worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2 Chronicles 20 (for example), a very large army of 3 different countries aligned themselves to take Judah.  The first thing King Jehoshaphat did was to seek the Lord and declared a fast in all Judah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, fasting is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; some sado-masochistic thing we do to de-evaluate our self esteem into false humility.  It is &lt;u&gt;not&lt;/u&gt; some way to manipulate God so He'll feel sorry for our pitiful selves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fasting is simply acknowledging to ourselves AND God that we are sincere in our efforts to seek His face and His wisdom and His intervention at the same time getting ourselves out of the way.  He already knows who we are and what we need.  He wants us to know that He alone is the answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everytime there was a major need for God to move and/or give wisdom, God's people fasted and prayed.  God's Word came and one of the most beautiful promises of God came forth: &lt;br /&gt;2 Chronicles 20:15  &lt;strong&gt;"Do not be afraid nor dismayed (anxious) because of this great multitude, for the battle is not yours, but God's."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a situation that would have been impossible for them to win in the natural.  It was a supernatural problem and needed a supernatural solution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, they didn't go to fight at all.  They praised the Lord.  They sang, they shouted, they went to the battlefield, and found that the enemy had destroyed themselves!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They sought the Lord, and praised Him for the answer, never doubting!  Faith in their God.  Irrational to the world, but the world failed, not God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise to God!  For His Mercy Endures Forever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-5268783742654354904?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5268783742654354904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=5268783742654354904&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5268783742654354904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5268783742654354904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/all-praise-and-honor-and-glory-to-god.html' title='All Praise and Honor and Glory to God!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-1785972882866645522</id><published>2008-11-10T15:55:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T16:02:13.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the Fairs</title><content type='html'>Well, the fairs are OVER!  What a relief and what a mess!  When you are gone from home for 3 months there is a lot to catch up on and I am just a little overwhelmed at the moment.  The fairs were not as good as previous years.  Enough said.  I am back to working my license plate trailer on the weekends.  Go to my website and look at all the things I can do with my laser:  &lt;a href="http://www.laserengravingonline.com/"&gt;www.laserengravingonline.com&lt;/a&gt; .   We also enlarged our family while we were gone.  We got a couple of sugar gliders named Tribble and Kandi.  I hope to get some really great pics of them posted soon.  They are such clowns!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Habakkuk 3:17-19 (NKJV) "Though the fig tree may not blossom, nor fruit be on the vines; though the labor of the olive may fail, and the fields yield no food; though the flock may be cut off from the fold, and there be no heard in the stalls --&lt;strong&gt; Yet I will rejoice in the LORD, I will joy in the God of my salvation."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-1785972882866645522?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1785972882866645522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=1785972882866645522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/1785972882866645522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/1785972882866645522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/11/back-from-fairs.html' title='Back from the Fairs'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-5803736588837795293</id><published>2008-09-30T15:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T15:32:00.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I am no longer going to send political e-mails.  Because that is just participating in all the mud-slinging and &lt;strong&gt;gossip&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;backbiting&lt;/strong&gt;.  We don't know what the truth is.  I do encourage everyone to go to the library and start digging and reading and researching both candidates.  Do what is best for &lt;strong&gt;America&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, after the elections, pray for the wisdom of God and the hand of God to direct their paths.  Pray for our troops always.  Ask for God to forgive us and to return to our country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-5803736588837795293?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5803736588837795293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=5803736588837795293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5803736588837795293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5803736588837795293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-1591640786367480183</id><published>2008-09-24T14:53:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T15:30:57.525-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One Possible Cure for Depression</title><content type='html'>July 28, 2008&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One Possible Cure For Depression?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here is my opinion:  Depression is caused by a life apart from God.  The answer: Repentance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot receive the Comfort of God while at the same time denying that we carry attitudes of immorality and actions of sin.  Sin comes when lust becomes actions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:12-17 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;)  "Let no one say when he is tempted, 'I am tempted by God'; for God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does He himself tempt anyone.  But each one is tempted when he is drawn away by his own desires and enticed.  Then, when desire has conceived, it gives birth to sin; and sin, when it is full-grown, brings forth death.  Do not be deceived, my beloved brethren.  Every good gift and every perfect gift is from above, and comes down from the Father of lights, with whom there is no variation or shadow of turning."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sin separates us from God.  The Law is to teach us and give us knowledge of what sin is.  It is not only the things we do or say.  It is the underlying belief system that directs us to think the way we do.  It is the attitudes and morality in our hearts.  The things that come out of us, our words and deeds, are expressions of what lies deep inside and they defile us because it exposes our heart, our concept of what is right and wrong.  I'm talking about our attitudes toward God and what He says is right and wrong:  God's standards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge of sin is acknowledging that you have fallen short of God's standards.  That is why Jesus could say, "To look at a woman lustfully means you have already committed adultery with her in your heart" and again, "To speak in rage with someone is the same as murder."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:27-28 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;) "You have heard that it was said to those of old, 'You shall not commit adultery.'  But I (Jesus) say to you, that whoever looks at a woman to lust for her has already committed adultery with her in his heart."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Matthew 5:21-22 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;) "You have heard that it was said to those of old, 'You shall not murder, and whoever murders will be in hanger of the judgment.'  But I say to you that whoever is angry with his brother without a cause shall be in danger of the judgment.  And whoever says to his brother, '&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Raca&lt;/span&gt;!' shall be in danger of the council.  But whoever says, 'You fool!' shall be in danger of hell fire."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repentance is a turning from that belief system and its &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;consequences&lt;/span&gt;, which is a life without God, separation from the giver of life.  Life without God is an eternal death separated from Him in hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Repentance that brings about a true sorrow for your sin brings redemption.  You must come to a realization that you are a sinner and have come short of the Glory of God, the standard that God has set out for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus died on the cross to take the penalty for our sin.  He alone has the power to forgive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ paid the price for all men, everywhere, for all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, by His Holy Spirit, came and was born a human baby (Jesus), to live a sinless life and take the death penalty for &lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;our&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; sins!  When you come to the realization that you are a sinner and repent from your sins and accept the atonement of Jesus Christ by asking Him to be Lord of your life, then the very Holy Spirit of God will come to dwell in you to teach you and to comfort you and to bring you joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, the answer to depression is a submitted life to God the Father by His Son, Jesus Christ, and the infilling of the Holy Spirit who bears witness to your regenerated life!  Building a &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;relationship&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with God (not a religion) through His Holy Spirit brings completeness and a joy that no one or no thing can take away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus 20:2-3 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;)  "I am the LORD your God, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of bondage.  You shall have no other gods before Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first commandment is that you recognize that there is a God and that He is it!  Then you give Him your allegiance.  Everything else is meaningless until you come to this realization.  If you do not believe that there is a God who is alive and real, then the question of sin is of no good.  Because if God is not a force to be reckoned with, there are no consequences for sin.  Sin and morality become relative and subjective because there are no consequences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Without God's standards, your own standards (which fluctuate with every emotion) are good enough.  You and your own opinions become your standard of measure, your god.  Your life follows this swelling and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;receding&lt;/span&gt; tide and changes with every doctrine or belief or opinion that you choose to consider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;James 1:8 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;) "If any of you lacks wisdom, let him ask of God, who gives to all liberally and without reproach, and it will be given to him.  But let him ask in faith, with no doubting, for he who doubts is like a wave of the sea driven and tossed by the wind.  For let not that man suppose that he will receive anything from the Lord; &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;he is a double-minded man, unstable in all his ways&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge of sin and a relationship with God?  That becomes totally irrelevant and is replaced by man's philosophies and a world view of humanity: humanism.  We pursue the good of humanity, and become good people doing good works, devoid of the joy that such a good life should engender.  We do good works for the sake of good works and good appearances to our peers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, just what is it that is troubling us?  God placed a consciousness in our very human nature.  We are aware that things are not right without anyone having to tell us.  We are aware that something (God) is missing in our lives and we desperately try to fill that void with &lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;anything&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  Philosophy, alcohol, drugs, people, exercise, work, family, and for some, church activities.  But all that does is deaden our feelings and emotions and harden our hearts.  God is the answer.  He made the way through His son, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Creator and He gives life.  Jesus said, "I come to give you life, and on top of that, abundant life!"  Not a depressed existence.  Paul the Apostle said, "He quickens our mortal bodies."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 10:10 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;) "The thief does not come except to steal, and to kill, and to destroy.  I have come that they may have life, and that they may have it more abundantly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8:11 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;) "But if the Spirit of Him who raised Jesus from the dead dwells in you, He who raised Christ from the dead will also give life to your mortal bodies through His Spirit who dwells in you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To submit to God is to crucify the old life.  When you ask Jesus into your life, you're giving up.  He becomes Lord and you become a new creation.  The more you submit to this new life, the more you change.  It's a metamorphosis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Jesus (who is God in the flesh) to expose your sin and cleanse you with His sacrificial blood.  Let His forgiveness fill your heart with His Holy Spirit, who comforts us with true comfort and teaches us.  Let His Presence fill your being with His light and bring forgiveness and healing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, life here is temporary.  Life there is eternal.  Are you prepared?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 John 2:15-17 (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;NKJV&lt;/span&gt;) "Do not love the world or the things in the world.  If anyone loves the world, the love of the Father is not in him.  For all that is in the world--the lust of the flesh, the lust of the eyes, and the pride of life--is not of the Father but is of the world.  And the world is passing away, and the lust of it; but he who does the will of God abides forever."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-1591640786367480183?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1591640786367480183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=1591640786367480183&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/1591640786367480183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/1591640786367480183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/09/one-possible-cure-for-depression.html' title='One Possible Cure for Depression'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-7851531458426656628</id><published>2008-08-27T10:07:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T10:57:15.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Times</title><content type='html'>There are several things that have been rattling around in my head lately and I have decided to post some of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all, have you wondered just what the Lord expects from us all?  Read Micah 6:8 (my wording) "God has showed you, O man, what is good and what the Lord requires of you: to do justly and to love mercy, and to walk humbly with your God."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when Jesus left this earth, He told us in Mark 16:15, "Go ye into all the world, and preach the gospel to every creature.  He that believeth and is baptized shall be saved; but he that believeth not shall be damned.  and these signs shall follow them that believe; in My name shall they cast out devils; they shall speak with new tongues; they shall take up serpents; and if they drink any deadly thing, it shall not hurt them; they shall lay hands on the sick, and they shall recover."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, don't get me wrong, I don't believe in serpent handling to prove how holy you are.  That is 'presumption'  and that is wrong.  Jesus was referring to what happened to Paul when he was on the beach building a fire.  A viper bit him and he threw it away.  He should have died from the bite but he was protected by the Lord.  It was a great witness to the unbelievers with him.  And because of the other signs &lt;em&gt;that followed him&lt;/em&gt;, they believed on the Lord Jesus Christ also.  Signs follow us, we don't serve the Lord because of the signs and wonders.  &lt;em&gt;We don't chase the signs and wonders&lt;/em&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do believe that when we bless our food, it is blessed and we rest in that.  In this day and age, we are told not to eat eggs because of cholesterol.  We can't eat red meat because of mad cow disease and cholesterol.  We can't eat chicken because of bird flu.  We can't eat turkey because of the same things.  E-coli, salmonella, diseases, etc.  So, no meat.  But the vegetables are just as bad.  The tomato scare just recently is case in point.  Even the water supply is tainted.  We are overpopulated and our nation is in trouble.  It's going to get worst, not better.  We bless our food, and worship our God, and we will not be harmed.  It is going to become clearer and sharper as time goes on.  Christianity will be shunned and even become against the law, but we will be healthy and prosperous.  Just like the Jews of old.  It will be like the difference between light and dark.  The world is going to say, "Why aren't you sick like us?  What is the difference?"  And it will be an open door for us to witness to the Love of Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, we are to be Jesus to the world.  What did Jesus say &lt;u&gt;His&lt;/u&gt; commission was?  Luke 4:18-19 (NKJV) "The Spirit of the Lord is upon Me, because He has anointed Me to preach the gospel to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives and recovery of sight to the blind.  To set at liberty those who are are oppressed; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord."  This was what He read in Isaiah 61:1-3, "The Spirit of the Lord GOD is upon Me, because the Lord has anointed Me to preach good tidings to the poor; He has sent Me to heal the brokenhearted, to proclaim liberty to the captives, and the opening of the prison to those who are bound; to proclaim the acceptable year of the Lord, and the day of vengeance of our God; to comfort all who mourn, to console those who mourn in Zion, to give them beauty of ashes, the oil of joy for mourning, the garment of praise for the spirit of heaviness; that they may be called trees of righteousness, the planting of the Lord, that He may be glorified."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u&gt;Why do we make it so complicated?&lt;/u&gt;  Our lives should portray our faith in Christ without any extra effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's my question:  If being a Christian were against the law, would there be enough evidence to convict you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because when it gets difficult, and it &lt;u&gt;&lt;em&gt;will&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/u&gt; get difficult, will you turn away also?  When they say that it is wrong to stand against homosexuality (oops, it already is) will you stand with God and say that it is an abomination?  Or will you agree with them?  When they say that you are narrow minded, will you change your point of view.  When public opinion says that Christianity should be outlawed because it causes too many people 'distress' instead of love, what will you say?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is already happening, folks.  And it is going to get worst.  When the government 'suggests' that we need to go to a New World Church, or whatever they choose to call it, what will you do?  Will you join with the others by believing, "Oh, well, it's not that big a thing, I don't want to cause trouble."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 6:66-67 (NKJV) "From that time many of His disciples went back and walked with Him no more.  Then Jesus said to the twelve, 'Do you also want to go away?' "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then Peter said these words, "But Simon Peter answered Him, 'Lord, to whom shall we go? You have the words of eternal life.  Also we have come to believe and know that You are the Christ, the Son of the living God.' "  John 6:68-69  We have to remember that it is all about Christ, not us.  We need to stand firm.  Stand and know that Jesus is God.  Wait on Him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-7851531458426656628?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7851531458426656628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=7851531458426656628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/7851531458426656628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/7851531458426656628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/end-times.html' title='The End Times'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-2090768534267184637</id><published>2008-08-20T15:34:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T15:46:42.272-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scripture Snacks</title><content type='html'>If you are like me, finding time to just sit and read the Word can be quite a challenge. While working the fairs (and other times) I use what I call "Scripture Snacks". I buy 3" x 5" index cards that have a spiral binding on the top. You can find them anywhere they sell office/school supplies. They cost around $1.00. Then, when I am reading and a find a scripture that really speaks to me and I want to remember it, I write it on one of the 3x5 cards with the reference. They are small enough to carry around in my purse and when I have some spare minutes, I will take them out and read one. It's like having a different scripture everyday like on the calendars. I find that the Lord always has one show up that I need for that day to encourage me or lift me up. It keeps my spirit fed with the Word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deuteronomy 8:3 (KJV) "And He humbled thee, and suffered the to hunger, and fed thee with manna, which thou knewest not, neither did thy fathers know. That He might make thee know that man doth not live by bread only, but by every word that proceedeth out of the mouth of the LORD doth man live."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-2090768534267184637?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/2090768534267184637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=2090768534267184637&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/2090768534267184637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/2090768534267184637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/scripture-snacks.html' title='Scripture Snacks'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-6309985822973022608</id><published>2008-08-01T19:43:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T20:04:51.177-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fair Season is here!</title><content type='html'>Well, here it is again, fair season. We will be doing 5 state fairs with the simulator from now until the latter part of October. I will try my best to do some blogging while we are on the road, but please forgive me if it is not too regular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a picture of the simulator:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229746429631702450" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SJPKq1uQpbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3K1sixsKXvk/s320/Daylight.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So, if you see us anywhere you can come by and say, "Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the itinerary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Illinois State Fair, Springfield, IL Aug. 8th - 17th&lt;br /&gt;DuQuoin State Fair, DuQuoin, IL Aug. 22nd - September 1st&lt;br /&gt;Kansas State Fair, Hutchinson, KS Sept. 5 - Sept. 14th&lt;br /&gt;Tulsa State Fair, Tulsa, OK Sept. 25th - Oct. 5th&lt;br /&gt;Arkansas State Fair, Little Rock, AR Oct. 10th - Oct. 19th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See You At The Fair!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, O God, will keep me in Your Perfect Peace as long as I keep my mind focused on You because I trust in You! Isaiah 26:3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-6309985822973022608?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/6309985822973022608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=6309985822973022608&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/6309985822973022608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/6309985822973022608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/08/fair-season-is-here.html' title='Fair Season is here!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SJPKq1uQpbI/AAAAAAAAAAg/3K1sixsKXvk/s72-c/Daylight.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-5466232012247490773</id><published>2008-07-29T17:29:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T17:37:50.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through All The Years</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite songs that I can't add to the playlist is, 'Through All The Years' by Greg Long and Joanna Carlson from the Album "My Utmost For His Highest: The Covenant".  Since I can't give you the music, I am going to type in the lyrics.  So here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday&lt;br /&gt;You broke into my life&lt;br /&gt;It took my breath away&lt;br /&gt;To see me in Your eyes&lt;br /&gt;And so today&lt;br /&gt;I shed a tear&lt;br /&gt;To find that You'd been here&lt;br /&gt;All throughout the years&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Lighting the way&lt;br /&gt;You understand me&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;How could I live without You&lt;br /&gt;Through the years&lt;br /&gt;You have been faithful&lt;br /&gt;How could I breathe without You&lt;br /&gt;It seems so clear&lt;br /&gt;That even in the shadowed moments&lt;br /&gt;You were there&lt;br /&gt;You were there&lt;br /&gt;through the years&lt;br /&gt;All my life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I'll&lt;br /&gt;Step through the darkened glass&lt;br /&gt;And straight into the arms&lt;br /&gt;That led me through the past&lt;br /&gt;Forever I&lt;br /&gt;Will touch Your face&lt;br /&gt;I'm covered by Your grace&lt;br /&gt;You'll love me for always&lt;br /&gt;Holding my hand&lt;br /&gt;Leading me home&lt;br /&gt;You understand me&lt;br /&gt;Oh, my God!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that just beautiful?  I am believing God for some pretty BIG stuff.  And I have to remind myself just how much He cares about what I am believing Him for.  He will come through in His time and it will be better than I can dream about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember:  Don't tell God how big your problem is.   Tell your problem how Big God is!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-5466232012247490773?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5466232012247490773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=5466232012247490773&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5466232012247490773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5466232012247490773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/through-all-years.html' title='Through All The Years'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-169754588868785587</id><published>2008-07-27T13:29:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-27T13:32:11.221-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Posting from Steven</title><content type='html'>Hello, my name is Steven and I would like to share a testimonial about a discussion I’ve had with the Lord. It started many years ago when I asked the question to the Lord, but was unable to hear the answer at the time because I was not saved. The question was why would He condemn people that have never heard His Word, or about Jesus. For example, the natives in the jungles of South and Central South America. Jesus came to the world long before Conquistadors arrived in Central America, and yet there was what we call a pagan religion already in place there, and that is when they started to learn about Jesus. But what of the time before that? God said the only way to heaven is through his son Jesus. So does that mean that the millions of people who had died went to hell after Jesus had come to save us? This, at the time, did not sound like the holy and loving god people were telling me about. To me it sounded down right cruel and kept me from the Lord for many years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far back as I can remember I started to wonder about this is when I was in high school studying about Greek mythology. I noticed some similarities between Greek mythology and Christians. How Zeus reminded me of God. How the semi-gods under Zeus was like angels and Hades being the power of the underworld where everyone went when they died. At that time in my life these two stories actually sounded almost exactly alike. This prompted me to look up other religions across the globe looking for any other similarities, in my spare time on the internet. Alas I did not find any real similarities until I started finding the origins and original beliefs in many different cultures from Egyptian mythology to the many different mythologies surrounding India, China, and Japan. Apparently each culture's stories changed as time went on to become what they are today. In the original stories of these religions were the basics of Christian beliefs. Such as loving each other, never hating anyone, no killing, and just a different way of saying the 10 commandments. Its like the 10 commandments had spread all across the globe in different forms. And one day I started to believe that just as Jesus speaks to every Christian in a different way that it would make sense to each of us, that it was possible that God had made Himself present in every culture in every part of the world. That through time, as fallible and gullible as humans are, Lucifer had twisted thoughts and minds with his deceit and warped the faith of each religion into what it is today. This helped me with my original thought, and that God had indeed been loving and caring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, time had past and those thoughts had become the past for several years. In this time frame I found Jesus and was saved and I am now born again. I have learned the ability of communication with Jesus and talk with him about 70% of my day. But that is a different testimonial. The thoughts of the so called born religions started to come back recently and I had discussed it with some of my friends. It didn’t seam quite right. It felt weird to discuss the things I learned from so long ago. But even more weird is that I still believed it! I spoke about these findings and how I felt with my mother, Linda. I have always trusted her judgment. She said she didn’t have an answer for me and that I should just ask Jesus about it. As I hung up the phone with her, Jesus popped in and said he wanted to give me clarity and peace. I’m 30 now and as you remember I had these thoughts and doubts when I was in high school. So many years later, I have now gotten the chance to ask Jesus these questions and He wanted to answer them, and this time, I could hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus said “I want you to stop your worry about other's beliefs. I know you Steven and you usually want an explanation but I am not going to give you one. Let's say you are right and all people have worshipped me under different names and different religions, then the Christians of today would think those people are no longer in the wrong and would stop praying over them, sending missionaries to them, helping those in need of salvation, and generally would stop spreading the word of Me. Then again, if you are wrong, and all have worshipped false gods and idols then the Christians would double and triple their efforts in desperation to try and make sure that no one is not Christian so all could enter My kingdom. In this effort they would try and force My Word and that would make people very angry and it would cause chaos and hatred, the last thing I want. Even if the Christian's heart is in the right place. So again I say, you are not to worry about these things any longer. I have commanded that all love each other and that you and all Christians like you are to spread the Word of God. It does not matter where someone comes from or what they believe in, only that they know I died so they may be forgiven. And you will say this. And you will not force them to believe this. You will love them and show care for them. This way a seed may be planted and I will do the rest. Be at peace.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After Jesus said this to me I have not wondered about the questions I originally had. Honestly now I don’t want to know the answer because if I did then either way is a bad road to be on. I realized it does not matter if a person is Hindu, gay, or has the Koran as their beliefs. I should not wonder about their religious beginnings or judge them for their beliefs. I should just love them and let them know that Jesus loves them as He loves me. I often see Christians telling gays that they are wrong and should repent. So much so, and forcefully, that now most of them hate us. Or the fact that other religions feel that they are now in a holy war with us over "how we tell them they should be". Even if those things are true or not true it is not our place to say so. OUR job since the beginning is to tell them that Jesus loves them very much as he loves us. I wrote this not to remind myself or dwell on those questions I asked so long ago but to try and educate. I think every person asking those questions in their own search for salvation and those of us who already have salvation need to hear this. Stop hating people and telling them that they are wrong for who they are or how they were raised and just let them know how much Jesus loves them as He loves you. I wish for Jesus' love and arms to wrap around you and that you are able to show it to others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God blessed you the day HIS blood spilt on the ground and may He continue to bless us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Steven Rosenbaugh.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-169754588868785587?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/169754588868785587/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=169754588868785587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/169754588868785587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/169754588868785587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/posting-from-steven.html' title='A Posting from Steven'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-7762895770020272994</id><published>2008-07-23T19:56:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T20:03:22.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Additions!</title><content type='html'>I hope you all like the music I have added to my blog page.  I will be adding more as time goes on.  These two songs mean a lot to me and my walk with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, notice that I have contacted World Challenge Org. and have received permission to add a link to the World Challenge Pulpit Series Newsletters that I talk about so much and also a link to David Wilkerson's personal web site.  It may interest you to know that he is the author of "The Cross and the Switchblade".  He has a very successful ministry to the inner city in New York and several missions ministries.  All by free will donations.  He never asks for money.  The Lord has always met his needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And although I don't often mention this, I have written several Halloween tracts and a book called "Lessons Worth Re-Learning" which is typed in at the beginning of this blog.  If you would like to receive copies of one of these, please use the e-mail link and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good, all the time.  We are blessed and highly favored.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-7762895770020272994?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7762895770020272994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=7762895770020272994&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/7762895770020272994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/7762895770020272994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-additions.html' title='New Additions!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-8161788078191959352</id><published>2008-07-21T17:07:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T17:12:05.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God DOES Exist!</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I get such great e-mails from my sister! I just love her! Keep 'em coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation. They talked about so many things and various subjects. When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said: "I don't believe that God exists."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you say that?" asked the customer. "Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that God doesn't exist. Tell me, if God exists, would there be so many sick people? Would there be abandoned children?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If God existed, there would be neither suffering nor pain. I can't imagine a loving God who would allow all of these things." The customer thought for a moment, but didn't respond because he didn't want to start an argument. The barber finished his job and the customer left the shop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just after he left the barbershop, he saw a man in the street with long, stringy, dirty hair and an untrimmed beard. He looked dirty and unkempt. The customer turned back and entered the barber shop again and he said to the barber: "You know what? Barbers do not exist." "How can you say that?" asked the surprised barber. "I am here, and I am a barber. And I just worked on you!" "No!" the customer exclaimed. "Barbers don't exist because if they did, there would be no people with dirty long hair and untrimmed beards, like that man outside."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ah, but barbers DO exist! That's what happens when people do not come to me." "Exactly!" affirmed the customer. "That's the point! God, too, DOES exist! That's what happens when people do not go to Him and don't look to Him for help. That's why there's so much pain and suffering in the world."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE BLESSED &amp;amp; BE A BLESSING TO OTHERS !!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-8161788078191959352?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/8161788078191959352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=8161788078191959352&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/8161788078191959352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/8161788078191959352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-does-exist.html' title='God DOES Exist!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-5284113654647667949</id><published>2008-07-16T13:46:00.005-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T19:55:45.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The End-Times</title><content type='html'>Some friends and I were having a discussion the other day about all the things we hear and read about on the news: weather, wars, etc. And the discussion (without my help) turned to 'the mark' and other end-time prophesies. It seems everyone knows that these are the last days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get a newsletter from David Wilkerson every month that I think is the best for uplifting news and exhortation. He can take the worst of subjects and show you the Good News through Jesus Christ. I heartily recommend him. Get on his mailing list. He has also been talking about the last days and how our hearts and minds should be tuned into Jesus and His promises which are without fail and how the Holy Spirit can bring peace to your hearts in these troubled times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reminded of a vision I had some years ago that is just as fresh in my mind as the day I received it. That's the way the Lord works. He gives us the encouragement we need as we need it. He knows our needs better than we do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my vision, it is a time of war. I am in the midst of a great army and we are all armed to the hilt. It is dark, the horizon is glowing red. The air is thick and hot. We are all shouting, and chanting, and beating our spears on the ground and stamping our feet and creating a great noise. I cannot see the edge of the sea of humanity to the north or south or left, but to my right I can see the edge. I can see the land stretch out for miles in a slow, rolling hillside. And in the distance, I can see what looks like a black blanket covering the horizon and coming closer. It fills me with fear. I know it is the enemy coming closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I see the King! He is on a huge white horse which causes Him to be visible to the whole immense army. On His head is a huge crown that sparkles. Out of His eyes come lightning. At once, we all start singing praises to our King and throw down our weapons and armor which promptly disappear. I am so happy that I think I should burst! We praise and sing and worship! As I look to my right, the enemy that was just about upon us has dissolved into dust and ash and the wind has blown them away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We must rest in our faith in Jesus! We must praise and worship Him at all times, especially when things are bad. Praise takes us into His presence. He is the only one who can meet our needs. He takes care of the things that are causing our situations. We don't pray about the symptoms, we trust Him to take care of the causes! He is the only answer. Smile at the enemy. It only heaps coal on his head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Micah 7. It is a wonderful picture of the end time and God's provisions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something scrawled in a wall at a German concentration camp: "I believe in the sun, even when it's not shining. I believe in love, even when I don't feel it. I believe in God, even when He is silent."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, we are not destined for here, we are destined to be with the Lord. There is an eternal part to us. He does not want any of us to perish, but to be with Him. All it takes is asking Him into your hearts and lives.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-5284113654647667949?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/5284113654647667949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=5284113654647667949&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5284113654647667949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/5284113654647667949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/end-times.html' title='The End-Times'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-1008171299398374543</id><published>2008-07-14T14:18:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T14:39:27.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is Good, All The Time!</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry I haven't written much lately, but I have been busy. We left for Roswell on June 30th and did the UFO Festival down there with the simulator &lt;u&gt;and&lt;/u&gt; the license plate trailer. It was PACKED! It was a very busy weekend for us, Roger worked the simulator all by himself, and I worked the license plates all by myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know God is so good, all the time! I love to drive because I plug in my iPod into the RV speakers, turn on my praise music, and sing at the top of my lungs as I drive! And all weekend long I had all these praise and worship songs going through my head. It was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got on location Wednesday night and parked the RV next to the street like we always do and started work Thursday morning. As we were finishing setting up, we saw code compliance knocking on our door, so Roger went over to talk to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems that someone in the area complained about our motorhome being parked on the street. But code compliance did say that we were parked legally and that we had 72 hours to move it. OK. So we went to work. We'll move it in 72 hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After 6pm that same day, the police show up and tell us that &lt;u&gt;they&lt;/u&gt; got a complaint on the RV. So, Roger told them what code compliance told him. And they said, OK. But they still couldn't tell us who it was that complained. We think it was a business owner not involved in the festivities across the street and they were upset that customers couldn't see their business from the festival because our RV was in the way. By the way, the blood drive RV was in the parking lot with the festival, and it was about 50' long. And it went across the whole driveway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, we told the coordinator of the festival with the UFO Museum, and she said that after everything was all closed up to come park in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about 10:30 pm we take the Rv into the parking lot and lo and behold, the only place to park is just across the sidewalk into the parking lot from where we were originally! And it was level, and now you have our 32' motorhome, and the blood mobile (give or take 50')! We got a better location and there was absolutely no visibility across the street now. God looks out for those who trust Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other things, the simulator has an accumulator for the hydraulics that the bladder took a dump in, but Roger filled it up and it ran just fine for the show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went home and set up on the corner Thurs-Sat, even though we were REAL tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To make a long story short, out of all the little things that satan meant for bad, the Lord made good, and we made more money there this year than we did last year. Praise the Lord!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-1008171299398374543?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/1008171299398374543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=1008171299398374543&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/1008171299398374543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/1008171299398374543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/07/god-is-good-all-time.html' title='God Is Good, All The Time!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-7335701839376723796</id><published>2008-06-29T19:36:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T22:22:55.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Say It</title><content type='html'>When I say I am a Christian, I am not shouting, "I am saved!" I am whispering, "Guys, I get lost. That's why I chose this way."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am a Christian I don't speak of this with pride. I am confessing that I stumble and need somebody to be my guide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am a Christian, I am professing that I'm weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am a Christian, I am not bragging of success, I'm admitting failure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am a Christian, I am not claiming to be perfect, my flaws are too obvious for that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am a Christian, I still feel the sting of pain. I have had my share of heartaches, that is why I seek His presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I say I am a christian, I don't wish to judge, I have no authority. I only know that I'm loved by the only One that can save us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I have it on good authority that the author is Carol Wimmer, 1988)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-7335701839376723796?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/7335701839376723796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=7335701839376723796&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/7335701839376723796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/7335701839376723796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-i-say-it.html' title='When I Say It'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-205331245326115955</id><published>2008-06-26T20:48:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:54:24.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shouting from the rooftops!</title><content type='html'>Do you remember a TV show where the guy leans out the window and yells, " I'm mad as hell and I refuse to take it anymore!" ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm not mad as hell, but I am tired of living my life and forming my words 'because I might hurt someone else's feelings.' I am entitled to my feelings and thoughts as much as the other person. I have the right to express myself just as much as anybody else. But it seems that it's okay to express yourself as long as you don't mention God or anything remotely religious. It's even okay to talk about angels, because that doesn't engender anything controversial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is our enemy, satan, that has taken control of the human race and started those ideas. Because God loves us. He loves us so much He sent His son, Jesus, to take the punishment for all men, everywhere, for all time. satan doesn't want people to reach that realization. We should be shouting that from the roof tops!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is, the other person does not hold the keys to death, hell, and the grave. Jesus does. If I hurt their feelings, I have at least given them the seeds to figure out that God does love them. It will work on them and make them uncomfortable. It is designed to drive them TO God for an answer. God can spread the message only through us. That is the way He designed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, on the other hand, if I keep quiet and never tell them, God &lt;u&gt;will&lt;/u&gt; find a voice through someone else. I personally will continue to shout the Good News of Jesus Christ. You can wear earplugs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-205331245326115955?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/205331245326115955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=205331245326115955&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/205331245326115955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/205331245326115955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/shouting-from-rooftops.html' title='Shouting from the rooftops!'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-4945220280565695374</id><published>2008-06-23T18:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:18:46.117-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is With Us Through Our Troubles</title><content type='html'>I have a calendar that has scripture suggestions on each day.  This is today's:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 54:17 (NKJV) "No weapon formed against you shall prosper.  And every tongue which rises against you in judgment, you shall condemn.  This is the heritage of the servants of the LORD, and their righteousness is from Me," says the LORD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a mighty promise from the LORD that we need to lay our hands on.  Thank you, LORD, for loving us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-4945220280565695374?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/4945220280565695374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=4945220280565695374&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/4945220280565695374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/4945220280565695374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/god-is-with-us-through-our-troubles.html' title='God Is With Us Through Our Troubles'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-730973899718531886</id><published>2008-06-22T17:44:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T18:01:02.628-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Logan-The Sky Angel Cowboy</title><content type='html'>I just got this in from my sister and my neice.  This is the most awesome thing from YouTube that I have ever seen.  I just had to share it with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/zCdZwitrNoY&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you are as moved as I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-730973899718531886?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/730973899718531886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=730973899718531886&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/730973899718531886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/730973899718531886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-just-got-this-in-from-my-sister-and.html' title='Logan-The Sky Angel Cowboy'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30408758.post-3090186081831972576</id><published>2008-06-20T20:33:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T20:47:50.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Posting Pictures</title><content type='html'>I am practicing posting pictures. So, if this goes well, I'll know how to put pictures on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214176099634378338" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SFx5iWcJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KVFSHn0pEqU/s320/Daytime2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is a picture of my license plate trailer.  So If you see me anywhere, you can come say, "Hi!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30408758-3090186081831972576?l=linda-thoughts.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/3090186081831972576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30408758&amp;postID=3090186081831972576&amp;isPopup=true' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/3090186081831972576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30408758/posts/default/3090186081831972576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://linda-thoughts.blogspot.com/2008/06/posting-pictures.html' title='Posting Pictures'/><author><name>Linda R.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01466388047492085639</uri><email>lrosenbaugh@hotmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='07697650544871894958'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_FvLipVuaCqs/SFx5iWcJ9mI/AAAAAAAAAAM/KVFSHn0pEqU/s72-c/Daytime2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry></feed>