<?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-74803717578786832</id><updated>2009-11-07T22:18:55.251-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything to Me   aka   Puff's Pocket</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>177</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-5670015431902706260</id><published>2009-09-19T11:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T11:13:11.127-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sing My Soul Saturday'/><title type='text'>Hurry Home</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/6-1_2LEVAZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;"&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/6-1_2LEVAZQ&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love this song!   &lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't matter what you've done I still love you.  It doesn't matter where you've been you can still come home.  And Honey if it's you, we've got a lot making up to do. And I can't hug you on the phone  SO HURRY HOME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For More Sing My Soul Saturday visit &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-5670015431902706260?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/5670015431902706260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=5670015431902706260' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/5670015431902706260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/5670015431902706260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/hurry-home.html' title='Hurry Home'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-384290676477873544</id><published>2009-09-14T06:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T06:14:43.506-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude and Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Wash Day</title><content type='html'>Wash Day...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a world it would be if even only 80% would do this.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday&lt;br /&gt;Wash Day&lt;br /&gt;Lord, help me wash away all my selfishness&lt;br /&gt;and vanity, so I may serve you with perfect&lt;br /&gt;humility through the week ahead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tuesday&lt;br /&gt;Ironing Day&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, help me iron out all the wrinkles of&lt;br /&gt;prejudice I have collected though the years so&lt;br /&gt;that I may see the beauty in others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wednesday&lt;br /&gt;Mending Day&lt;br /&gt;O God, help me mend my ways so I will not&lt;br /&gt;set a bad example for others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thursday&lt;br /&gt;Cleaning Day&lt;br /&gt;Lord Jesus, help me to dust out all the many faults&lt;br /&gt;I have been hiding in the secret corners of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday&lt;br /&gt;Shopping Day&lt;br /&gt;O God, give me the grace to shop wisely so I&lt;br /&gt;may purchase eternal happiness for&lt;br /&gt;myself and all others in need of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday&lt;br /&gt;Cooking Day&lt;br /&gt;Help me, my Savior, to brew a big kettle of brotherly love&lt;br /&gt;and serve it with clean, sweet bread of human kindness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sunday&lt;br /&gt;The Lord's Day&lt;br /&gt;O God, I have prepared my house for you.&lt;br /&gt;Please come into my heart so I may spend&lt;br /&gt;the day and the rest of my life in your presence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash Day by Pam Tatum Dobbs from Heart of a Woman FB&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-384290676477873544?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/384290676477873544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=384290676477873544' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/384290676477873544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/384290676477873544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/wash-day.html' title='Wash Day'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-8254098622976398138</id><published>2009-09-07T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T14:46:01.666-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude and Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star</title><content type='html'>Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wishing to encourage her young son's progress on the piano, a mother took her boy to a Paderewski concert. After they were seated, the mother spotted an old friend in the audience and walked down the aisle to greet her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seizing the opportunity to explore the wonders of the concert hall, the little boy rose and eventually explored his way through a door marked "NO ADMITTANCE."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle,Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit.""Keep playing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obbligato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The audience was so mesmerized that they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic, " Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the way it is with God. What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't always graceful flowing music. However, with the hand of the Master, our life's work can truly be beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully. You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit." "Keep playing."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, God doesn't seem to call the equipped, rather, He equips the 'called.' Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire. So touch someone by passing this little message along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and be with you always!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was sent to me in an email. I know that you have probably heard this several times, but I thought I would share. Pray that you are blessed by it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-8254098622976398138?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/8254098622976398138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=8254098622976398138' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/8254098622976398138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/8254098622976398138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/twinkle-twinkle-little-star.html' title='Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-2652872097894184201</id><published>2009-09-05T13:06:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-05T13:10:18.221-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude and Encouragement'/><title type='text'>What's in a Name</title><content type='html'>This really spoke to me and I wanted to share with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in a Name&lt;br /&gt;by Sharon Jaynes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's Truth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain" (1 Chronicles 4:10 NIV).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most likely you have heard about one man's little prayer tucked in 1 Chronicles 4. His name is Jabez, and his name means "pain." I don't know if it was a lapse in judgment or just plain meanness, but when Jabez was born, his momma was not a happy woman. She bore this boy in pain and wanted to make sure he never forgot it. So, she named him...Pain. All his life, Jabez had to live under the cloud that he had caused his mother great pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you have echoes in your memory of your mother reminding you that you were a pain. "You are such a pain." "You cause me pain." "You are a bother." "I sacrificed so much for you and you don't even appreciate it." But you know what? Even if someone has made you feel like you were a royal pain,that does not make it true. God would beg to differ. He absolutely adores you. He loves you so much that He even gave His only Son so that you could spend eternity with Him. We don't do that for people who are a pain. On the contrary, we don't want to spend a minute with them...much less an eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go back to Jabez for a moment. What did he do about the name he had been given? He prayed. He decided he was not going to let someone's estimation of him or the label his mother had placed on him, rule him for the rest of his life. Jabez cried out to God. "Oh that you would bless me and enlarge my territory! Let your hand be with me and keep me from harm so that I will be free from pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Chronicles 4:9 tells us that Jabez was honorable - more honorable than all his brothers. This was not a self-seeking prayer. He just wanted to be free of the label that had been slapped on him by his momma, and be loved by the God who could slap a blessing on his heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps you need to renounce a few names that have plagued you for years...&lt;br /&gt;"You're no good."&lt;br /&gt;"You're not a good daughter."&lt;br /&gt;"You're irresponsible."&lt;br /&gt;"You don't care about anybody but yourself."&lt;br /&gt;"You're just like your father."&lt;br /&gt;"You're so selfish."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visualize whatever label you've allowed, to be written on a name tag. Now, visualize Jesus walking up to you and pulling that name tag off your chest, crumpling it up, and throwing it in the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now visualize Jesus picking up a permanent marker and writing your new name on your heart.&lt;br /&gt;"New creation" (2 Corinthians 5:17)&lt;br /&gt;Salt of the earth (Matthew 5:13)&lt;br /&gt;Light of the world (Matthew 5:14)&lt;br /&gt;Child of God (John 1:12)&lt;br /&gt;Righteous and holy (Ephesians 4:24)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's who you really are - and don't let anyone tell you any different!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and what of Jabez's request? "And God granted him what he requested" (1 Chronicles 4:10).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Pray&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord, Thank You for giving me a new name! I pray that I will no longer remember the names that I have been called in the past. This one thing I do...forgetting what lies behind and pressing forward to what lies ahead. I run the race with a new name...the one that you have given me...dearly loved precious child.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus' Name,&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-2652872097894184201?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2652872097894184201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=2652872097894184201' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2652872097894184201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2652872097894184201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-in-name.html' title='What&apos;s in a Name'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-8503885557522920128</id><published>2009-08-15T12:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T12:12:21.612-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sing My Soul Saturday'/><title type='text'>Sing My Soul Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SobsbmlyHrI/AAAAAAAAARM/vDpiYH0C6UI/s1600-h/Sing+my+soul+Saturday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 150px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SobsbmlyHrI/AAAAAAAAARM/vDpiYH0C6UI/s320/Sing+my+soul+Saturday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370239564645539506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HOSANA&lt;br /&gt;I am sure you have heard this song before.  If not, it is an awesome song.  Close your eyes and let the words speak to you.  The group singing is from my church Calera Baptist Church.  I hope you have a wonderful weekend!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340" /&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5aEdm9KjCtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/5aEdm9KjCtU&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more great music visit Amy for &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sing My Soul Saturday!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-8503885557522920128?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/8503885557522920128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=8503885557522920128' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/8503885557522920128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/8503885557522920128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/08/sing-my-soul-saturday.html' title='Sing My Soul Saturday'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SobsbmlyHrI/AAAAAAAAARM/vDpiYH0C6UI/s72-c/Sing+my+soul+Saturday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-8584862985554837357</id><published>2009-07-21T08:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T08:35:38.882-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Songs on my Heart'/><title type='text'>Your Grace is Enough</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wtnE_e1LylY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/wtnE_e1LylY&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/74803717578786832-8584862985554837357?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/8584862985554837357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=8584862985554837357' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/8584862985554837357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/8584862985554837357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/07/your-grace-is-enough.html' title='Your Grace is Enough'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-1161503079258429175</id><published>2009-06-30T08:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-30T09:07:59.716-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Attitude and Encouragement'/><title type='text'>Clay Balls</title><content type='html'>A man was exploring caves by the Seashore. In one of the caves he found a canvas bag  with a bunch of harden clay balls. It was like someone had rolled clay balls and left them in the sun to bake. They didn't look like much, but they intrigued the man, so he took the bag out of the cave with him.  As he strolled along the beach, he would throw the clay balls one at a time out into the ocean as far as he could.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought little about it, until he dropped one of the clay balls and it cracked open on a rock. Inside was a beautiful precious stone!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excited, the man started breaking open the remaining clay balls.  Each contained a small treasure.  He found thousands of dollars worth of jewels in the 20 or so clay balls he had left.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then it struck him.  He had been on the beach a long time.  He had thrown about 50 to 60 of the clay balls with their hidden treasure into the ocean waves.  Instead of thousands of dollars in treasure he could have taken tens of thousands, but he had just thrown it away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is like that with people.  We look at someone, maybe even ourselves, and see the external clay vessel. It doesn't look like much from the outside.  It isn't always beautiful or sparkling, so we discount it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We see that person as less important than someone more beautiful or stylish or well known or wealthy.  But we have not taken the time to find the treasure hidden inside that person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a treasure in each and every one of us. If we take the time to get to know that person, and if we ask God to show that person the way He sees them, then the clay begins to peel away and the brilliant gem begins to shine forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May we not come to the end of our lives and find out that we have thrown away a fortune in friendships because the gems were hidden in bits of clay.  May we see the people in our world they way God sees them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so blessed by gems of friendship I  have with you.  Thank you for looking beyond my clay vessel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;I don't know who wrote this, but it touched my heart.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-1161503079258429175?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1161503079258429175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=1161503079258429175' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1161503079258429175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1161503079258429175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/clay-balls.html' title='Clay Balls'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-7360619803790106089</id><published>2009-06-29T13:24:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T13:36:05.721-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>I am a Kept Woman</title><content type='html'>You see there were a few times when I thought I would loose my mind,&lt;br /&gt; but GOD kept me sane. (Isaiah 26:3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There were times when I thought I could go no longer,&lt;br /&gt; but  the LORD kept me moving.&lt;br /&gt;(Gen. 28:15)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At times,  I have wanted to lash out at those whom I felt have done me wrong.&lt;br /&gt; But the LORD kept my mouth shut..( Psalm 13)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somtimes, I think money just isn't enough,&lt;br /&gt;But GOD has helped us to keep the lights on, the water on, the car paid, the house paid, etc...&lt;br /&gt;(Mat. 6:25-34)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I would fall, HE kept me up.&lt;br /&gt;When I thought I was weak, HE kept me strong!&lt;br /&gt;(1 Peter 5:7, Matt. 11: 28-30)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could go on and on and on, but I am sure you hear me!&lt;br /&gt;I am blessed to be 'kept'!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm "kept" by the Grace and Love of GOD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-7360619803790106089?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/7360619803790106089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=7360619803790106089' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/7360619803790106089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/7360619803790106089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-am-kept-woman.html' title='I am a Kept Woman'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-3551479698268510270</id><published>2009-06-14T07:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T08:21:19.073-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Sunday'/><title type='text'>Desert Song</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SjTyls0YkWI/AAAAAAAAARE/mKW6OBXdIwA/s1600-h/Super+Sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SjTyls0YkWI/AAAAAAAAARE/mKW6OBXdIwA/s320/Super+Sunday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347165387095576930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I came across this song yesterday by being apart of Sings My Soul Saturday hosted by &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;There have been so many times that I find myself in the Desert.  Not only me but, I hear so many who are struggling with all kinds of storms or should I say battles.  Whether it is from:&lt;br /&gt;Family, Finances, Friends, Jobs, Sickness...the list could go on and on and on.  While we think we are alone because so many do not want to discuss their problems "WE ARE NOT ALONE"!  We put on this mask and try to act like everything is happy and blissful  when we are breaking into inside.   I know because I have been there and still there a lot of the time!  Remember this:  YOU ARE NOT ALONE!!  God is with you!  So, my friend...when life hits you when you least expect it or you feel as things are &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;spiraling&lt;/span&gt; out of control with life's struggles PRAISE HIM!  MY GOD IS THE GOD WHO PROVIDES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/aLYxnrtBAVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/aLYxnrtBAVs&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Super Sunday visit Peggy &lt;a href="http://mazmagi.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-3551479698268510270?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SjTyls0YkWI/AAAAAAAAARE/mKW6OBXdIwA/s72-c/Super+Sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-4155463751963078754</id><published>2009-06-13T07:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T08:02:03.475-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sing My Soul Saturday'/><title type='text'>Love Without Limits</title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/2008/03/then-sings-my-soul-saturdays-inaugural.html"&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s200/then_sings_my_soul.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&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/UgHvBHkz0h4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/UgHvBHkz0h4&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more Sings My Soul Saturday visit &lt;a href="http://signsmiraclesandwonders.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amy&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-4155463751963078754?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/4155463751963078754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=4155463751963078754' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/4155463751963078754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/4155463751963078754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/love-without-limits.html' title='Love Without Limits'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LbcbA4xmEgs/R9L2sBkLVvI/AAAAAAAAAKI/wBr0rikJufE/s72-c/then_sings_my_soul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-5955175805863851261</id><published>2009-06-12T08:13:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-12T08:21:45.046-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Friday'/><title type='text'>Lifesavers Candy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SjJUtAO2OaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nITAtcwaqgQ/s1600-h/friday_funnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 267px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SjJUtAO2OaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nITAtcwaqgQ/s320/friday_funnies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346428839775320482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;A teacher was doing a study testing the senses (taste)        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The children began to identify the flavors by their color:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red.....................Cherry&lt;br /&gt;Yellow................Lemon&lt;br /&gt;Green..................Lime&lt;br /&gt;Orange...............Orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally the teacher gave them all HONEY lifesavers. None&lt;br /&gt;Of the children could identify the taste.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher said, 'I will give you all a clue. It's what&lt;br /&gt;your Mother may sometimes call your father.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One little girl looked up in horror, spit her lifesaver out&lt;br /&gt;and Yelled, 'Oh my Gosh! They're butt-holes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The teacher had to leave the room!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone has a FABULOUS Friday!!!:)&lt;br /&gt;For more FUN and Laughs visit Kim &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-5955175805863851261?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/5955175805863851261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=5955175805863851261' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/5955175805863851261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/5955175805863851261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/lifesavers-candy.html' title='Lifesavers Candy'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SjJUtAO2OaI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/nITAtcwaqgQ/s72-c/friday_funnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-1581813710944533745</id><published>2009-06-09T07:33:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-09T07:46:48.904-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayers'/><title type='text'>Sound Investing</title><content type='html'>The 4th and last part of Scriptural Prayers for Your Finances is Sound Investing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Spending.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Because everything I have is Yours, I will seek Your glory in every financial decision.  Specifically, ______________(consult Him about the decisiions you're making now) (1 Chorn. 29:11; Prov. 3:6; 1 Cor. 10:31).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Saving.  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Just as the ant prepares for the future, I will put aside money for future expenditures that will honor You, including _______(list the things you need to save for) (Prov.6:6-8).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Financial investment.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  My Master, are there areas in which You want me to take obedient risks with the wealth You have entrusted to me, in order to bring a return that will serve You and Your kingdom (Mt.25:24-27)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Treasure in heaven.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  I gladly store up for myself treasures in heaven, where nothing can destroy them or take them away.  I choose to shift the focus of my heart from earthly possessions toward heaven, where my home and my lasting treasure are--with You (Mt. 6:19-21;&lt;br /&gt;Heb. 11:16).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Investing in people.&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  Lord, how can I most effectively invest my worldly  wealth in people, so that when it is gone and this life is over, they might join me in heaven(Lk.16:9)?&lt;br /&gt;Scriptural Prayers for Your Finances by Brian Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the time that we are living with so much hurt, pain and financial stress;  what better time to pray for our finances and our country than now!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-1581813710944533745?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1581813710944533745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=1581813710944533745' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1581813710944533745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1581813710944533745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/sound-investing.html' title='Sound Investing'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-2340399147411981306</id><published>2009-06-08T12:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T12:26:32.248-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Today is : BFF (Best Friends Forever)</title><content type='html'>To all my blog friends ....this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/o2d2llB4oIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&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/o2d2llB4oIQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you have a MARVELOUS Monday!&lt;br /&gt;Happy BFF Day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-2340399147411981306?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2340399147411981306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=2340399147411981306' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2340399147411981306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2340399147411981306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/today-is-bff-best-friends-forever.html' title='Today is : BFF (Best Friends Forever)'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-2035942299804101326</id><published>2009-06-07T09:35:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T09:39:23.574-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Sunday'/><title type='text'>Made Me Glad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SivQnqgsGOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FKFl-Mz2ybw/s1600-h/Super+Sunday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SivQnqgsGOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FKFl-Mz2ybw/s320/Super+Sunday.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344594762650097890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For more Super Sunday visit Peggy @&lt;a href="http://mazmagi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Amazing Grace-Mazes, Messes, Miracles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/2Y1B5PS6mss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2Y1B5PS6mss&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&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/74803717578786832-2035942299804101326?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2035942299804101326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=2035942299804101326' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2035942299804101326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2035942299804101326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/made-me-glad.html' title='Made Me Glad'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SivQnqgsGOI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/FKFl-Mz2ybw/s72-c/Super+Sunday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-1995979447511394282</id><published>2009-06-05T08:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T08:21:31.101-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Friday'/><title type='text'>Three Men on a Hike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Sika5IbppeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jOdPgexH9NA/s1600-h/friday_funnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343832001670129122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Sika5IbppeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jOdPgexH9NA/s320/friday_funnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Three Men on a Hike Three men were hiking through a forest when they came upon a large raging, violent river. Needing to get to the other side, the first man prayed: "God, please give me the strength to cross the river." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poof! God gave him big arms and strong legs and he was able to swim across in about 2 hours, having almost drowned twice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After witnessing that, the second man prayed: "God, please give me strength and the tools to cross the river" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poof! ... God gave him a rowboat and strong arms and strong legs and he was able to row across in about an hour after almost capsizing once.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; Seeing what happened to the first two men, the third man prayed: "God, please give me the strength, the tools and the intelligence to cross the river" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Poof! ... He was turned in to a woman. She checked the map, hiked one hundred yards up stream and walked across the bridge.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; "If at first you don't succeed, do it the way your wife told you! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ladies...it is good to be back!  I have missed you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For more laughs visit Kim &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-1995979447511394282?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1995979447511394282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=1995979447511394282' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1995979447511394282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1995979447511394282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/three-men-on-hike.html' title='Three Men on a Hike'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Sika5IbppeI/AAAAAAAAAQk/jOdPgexH9NA/s72-c/friday_funnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-6557808533033682104</id><published>2009-06-03T09:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T09:16:50.573-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random thoughts'/><title type='text'>Checking In</title><content type='html'>Summer is here!!  This past month things have been very crazy for me.  I hope to post on some of these things soon.  Thanks to everyone who continues to visit my blog and send prayers and encouragement!  I have one more post on "Praying for your finances"  that I hope to get out this week. &lt;br /&gt;I am so behind in visiting and reading blogs...so I will be by soon to see what is going on with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now I am heading to the gym to work on getting in shape!:)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-6557808533033682104?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/6557808533033682104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=6557808533033682104' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/6557808533033682104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/6557808533033682104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/06/checking-in.html' title='Checking In'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-2757976624936861913</id><published>2009-05-01T09:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T10:08:32.822-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thieves in the Night</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SfsMsoI4EtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oi39EkfamUk/s1600-h/friday_funnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5330868544751538898" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SfsMsoI4EtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oi39EkfamUk/s320/friday_funnies.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Thieves In the Night&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You've heard about people who have been abducted and had their kidneys removed by black-market organ thieves?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago.  I went to sleep and woke up with someone &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;else's&lt;/span&gt; thighs.  it was just that quick!  the replacements had the texture of cooked oatmeal.  Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine?  I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs.  Finally, hurt and angry,  I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans.  A then the thieves struck again!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;My butt was next.  I knew it was the same &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;gang&lt;/span&gt;, because they took pains to match my new rear-end to the thighs they had stuck me with earlier.  But my new butt was attached at least three inches lower than my &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;original&lt;/span&gt;!  I realized I'd have to give up my jeans in favor of long skirts.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Two years ago I realized my arms had been switched!  One morning I was fixing my hair and was horrified to see the flesh of my upper arm swing to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush.  this was really getting scary  - my body was being replaced one section at a time.  What could they do to me next?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When my poor neck suddenly disappeared and was replaced with a turkey neck,  I decided to tell my story.  Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee!  Those "plastic" surgeons are using REAL replacement body parts - stolen from you and me!  The next time someone you know has something "lifted", look again  --was it lifted from you?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;THIS IS NOT A HOAX.  This is happening to women everywhere &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;everynight&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;WARN YOUR FRIENDS!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;P.S.  Last year I thought some one had stolen my boobs.  I was lying in bed and they were gone!  but when I jumped out of bed, I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept.  Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;These same thieves come in my closet and shrink my clothes!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;How do they do it???????&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more laughs and fun visit Kim &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-2757976624936861913?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2757976624936861913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=2757976624936861913' title='24 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2757976624936861913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2757976624936861913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/05/thieves-in-night.html' title='Thieves in the Night'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SfsMsoI4EtI/AAAAAAAAAQU/oi39EkfamUk/s72-c/friday_funnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>24</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-414508156208513847</id><published>2009-04-24T10:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T10:53:09.637-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Friday'/><title type='text'>Don't Sweat The Small Stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SfHehY-U2HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/M6_GnaD-5p8/s1600-h/friday_funnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328284499376920690" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SfHehY-U2HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/M6_GnaD-5p8/s320/friday_funnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;DON'T SWEAT THE SMALL STUFF&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; (and it's ALL small stuff!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; And above all remember . . .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; GOD LOVES YOU!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Girlie Wisdom!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 1. A friend of mine confused her Valium with her birth control-pills.. She has 14 kids but doesn't really care.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 2. One of life's mysteries is how a 2-pound box of chocolates can make a woman gain 5 lbs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 3. My mind not only wanders, it sometimes leaves completely.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 4. The best way to forget your troubles is to wear tight shoes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. The nice part about living in a small town is that when you don't know what you are doing, someone else does. AMEN!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 6. The older you get, the tougher it is to lose weight because by then, your body and your fat are really good friends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 7. Just when I was getting used to yesterday, along came today. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Sometimes I think I understand everything, and then I regain consciousness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;9. I gave up jogging for my health when my thighs kept rubbing together and setting fire to my sweat pants. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;10. Amazing!  You hang something in your closet for a while and it shrinks 2 sizes! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;11. Skinny people irritate me!  Especially when they say things like...'You know sometimes I forget to eat!' .....Now I've forgotten my address, my mother's maiden name and my keys, but I have never forgotten to eat.  You have to be a special kind of stupid to forget to eat! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;12. The trouble with some women is that they get all excited about nothing and then they marry him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; 13. I read this article that said the typical symptoms of stress are eating too much, impulse buying, and driving too fast. Are they kidding?  That's my idea of a perfect day!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;   Have a Blessed Day! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For more laughs and fun visit &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Kim&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-414508156208513847?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/414508156208513847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=414508156208513847' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/414508156208513847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/414508156208513847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-sweat-small-stuff.html' title='Don&apos;t Sweat The Small Stuff'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SfHehY-U2HI/AAAAAAAAAQM/M6_GnaD-5p8/s72-c/friday_funnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-16511079747391722</id><published>2009-04-21T12:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T12:38:05.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Prayer for Your Finances #3</title><content type='html'>Spiritual Prayers for your Finances #3 is on Sound Giving! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Giving joyfully.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Father, I choose to give cheerfully and willingly, just as You have given so cheerfully and willingly to me (2 Cor. 9:7; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Eph&lt;/span&gt;. 5:1-2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Giving &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;firstfruits&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord, I will honor You by giving the first and best of all my income, not my leftovers (Prov.3:9: Mal. 1:6-8, 3:10; 1 Cor. 16:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Giving sacrificially.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;In light of Your love, it's a privilege to give even out of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;poverty&lt;/span&gt;.  I choose to trust You enough to give even beyond my apparent ability (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;mk&lt;/span&gt;. 12:41-44; 2 Cor. 8:1-4).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Supporting ministry. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;You have instructed us to support those in ministry.  May my gifts enable them to serve You more fully as they advance Your kingdom locally and abroad (1 Cor. 9:11-14).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Helping the needy.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord,  with the compassion You have put in me, I will give generously, without a grudging heart, to those in need--whether in my community or around the world.  When I give to the poor, I'm ministering to You.  Whom do  You want me to help today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; (&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Jas&lt;/span&gt;. 2:15-16: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Dt&lt;/span&gt;. 15:10; Prov. 19:17; Mt. 25:40)?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Giving for God's glory.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Father, You are the One who makes me rich in every way so that I can always be generous.  I want my generosity to result in thanksgiving and glory to You, not to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;(2 Cor. 9:11; Mt. 6:1).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Spiritual Prayers for Your Finances by Brian Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Coming soon.....Spiritual Prayers for Your Finances #4 Sound Investing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-16511079747391722?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/16511079747391722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=16511079747391722' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/16511079747391722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/16511079747391722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/spiritual-prayer-for-your-finances-3.html' title='Spiritual Prayer for Your Finances #3'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-2314030424310932799</id><published>2009-04-19T09:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-19T09:42:56.259-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Super Sunday'/><title type='text'>SUPER SUNDAY!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Ses0f4RpwUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aeqgLql2LlU/s1600-h/SUper+Sunday+%232.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326408706582757698" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Ses0f4RpwUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aeqgLql2LlU/s320/SUper+Sunday+%232.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;THE ENEMY KNOWS BETER THAN WE DO THAT NOTHING IS BIGGER OR MORE POWERFUL THAN OUR GOD.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord God, I feel like the enemy has tracked me down. I feel as if he has tried to surround me, with eyes alert, to throw me to the ground. He is like a lion hungry for prey, like a great lion crouching in cover.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Rise up, O Lord, and confront him. Bring him down! Rescue me from his wickedness! (Ps.17:11-13).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Look upon the enemy that oppresses me, and let smoke rise from Your nostrils! Let consuming fire come from Your mouth!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Part the heavens and come down! Mount the cherubim and fly! Soar on the wings of the wind! Shoot Your arrows, Lord, and scatter my enemy! (Ps. 18:8-10,14). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;By: Beth Moore Praying God's Word Day by Day A Year of Devotional Prayers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Join &lt;a href="http://mazmagi.blogspot.com/"&gt;Peggy &lt;/a&gt;for more Super Sunday!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-2314030424310932799?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2314030424310932799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=2314030424310932799' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2314030424310932799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2314030424310932799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/super-sunday.html' title='SUPER SUNDAY!'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Ses0f4RpwUI/AAAAAAAAAQE/aeqgLql2LlU/s72-c/SUper+Sunday+%232.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-7267618498911957519</id><published>2009-04-18T12:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-18T14:16:46.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eight Things!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SeoSJ45hijI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z25WSWTYhrA/s1600-h/silver_number_8.png"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5326089470420814386" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SeoSJ45hijI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z25WSWTYhrA/s320/silver_number_8.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here's how to do this 8 THINGS thing:&lt;br /&gt;Mention the person that tagged you.&lt;br /&gt;Complete the lists of 8's.&lt;br /&gt;Tag 8 of your wonderful bloggy friends.&lt;br /&gt;Go tell them you tagged them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I was tagged by Kim @ &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Homesteaders Heart&lt;/a&gt; and&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Noel at &lt;a href="http://bloomwhereyouareaplanted.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bloom Where You are Planted &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Check out both of these blogs ...I am sure you will love them! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Okay...now to my EIGHT THINGS:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Eight Things I look Forward To:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. The weekends when my husband comes home from a week of hard work on the road.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. School getting out in May.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Heart Friends...we meet twice a month for accountability, prayer, encouragement.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Bombshells...another group ..we meet once a month. I went to high school with most of these ladies and then our daughters went K-12th grade with each other. We reconnected when our daughters started Kindergarden....we decided to stay connected by going out to eat or movies, bowling etc. Lots of fun and great girl time!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Going to Church&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Playing with my 3 neices&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Phone call from Andrea/seeing her again. I miss her so much!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Beach retreat with Ladies from my church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Things I Did Yesterday:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Went to work at Jemison Middle School.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Went outside with my students and played ...yesterday was beautiful!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Picked up my Mom ...she is spending the weekend with me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Washed dishes...talked on phone.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Picked up sticks in my yard for nephew Brad who was cutting my grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Played, fed and rocked to sleep my sweet neice Brooklynn while her Dad cut my grass.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Read blogs and posted comments.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Watched T.V. and read some in a book.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Things I Wish I Could Do:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Jog without running out of breath. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Loose weight and still be able to eat chocolate.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Make more money so we would be out of debt and Joey wouldn't have to work so hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Redo the last 2 years that Andea was at home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Stop rebellion, addictions, heartbreak.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Remember names ...I am horrible...I never forget a face...but may forget your name.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Talk, hug and see Andrea and her not to hate me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Be in shape...and have the perfect tan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Shows I watch&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Reba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. NCIS&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Dancing with the Stars&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Hallmark channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Lifetime channel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Food network&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Doctors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Speed channel (only when Joey is home)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;8 Bloggers Tagged&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I'm tagging people I don't know very well, YET.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If you do this please tell me so I can come learn more about you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;1. Jennifer @ &lt;a href="http://ordinarychristianwomansheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;Through the Storm of Life&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;2. Tammy @ &lt;a href="http://encouragementforthetoday.blogspot.com/"&gt;Encouragement For the Day&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;3. Becca @ &lt;a href="http://tapthesmile.blogspot.com/"&gt;Time Well Spent&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;4. Kelly @ &lt;a href="http://4my3kids.blogspot.com/"&gt;Our Family Ramblings&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;5. Susan @ &lt;a href="http://susan2956.blogspot.com/"&gt;Forever His&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;6. Luanne @ &lt;a href="http://luannesblog.blogspot.com/"&gt;Less of Me&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;7. Sherri @ &lt;a href="http://beaboutyourfathersbusiness.blogspot.com/"&gt;Be About Your Father's Business&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;8. Faith @ &lt;a href="http://goldintheclouds-faith.blogspot.com/"&gt;Gold in the Clouds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;If I didn't tag you and you want to do this, PLEASE feel free. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you're a friend and want to do this, let me know so I can come check it out!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-7267618498911957519?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/7267618498911957519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=7267618498911957519' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/7267618498911957519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/7267618498911957519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/eight-things.html' title='Eight Things!'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SeoSJ45hijI/AAAAAAAAAP8/z25WSWTYhrA/s72-c/silver_number_8.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-1155376550755980659</id><published>2009-04-17T11:42:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T11:51:41.092-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Funny Friday'/><title type='text'>Friday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SeizkPPfz1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/J42SQ6iB2y8/s1600-h/friday_funnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325703994513805138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SeizkPPfz1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/J42SQ6iB2y8/s320/friday_funnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Power outage during the mamogram appointment from hell......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I actually kept my mammogram appointment. I was met with, 'Hi! I'm Belinda!' This perky clipboard carrier smiled from ear to ear, tilted her head to one side and crooned, 'All I need you to do is step into this room right here, strip to the waist, then slip on this gown. Everything clear?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm thinking, 'Belinda, try decaf. This ain't rocket science. Belinda skipped away to prepare the chamber of horrors. With the right side finished, Belinda flipped me (literally) to the left and said, 'Hmmmm. Can you stand on your tippy toes and lean in a tad so we can get everything?' 'Fine', I answered. I was freezing, bruised, and out of air, so why not use the remaining circulation in my legs and neck and finish me off? My body was in a holding pattern that defied gravity (with my other boob wedged between those two 4 inch pieces of square glass) when we heard, then felt a zap!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Complete darkness and the power went off! 'Oh, maintenance is working. Bet they hit a snag.' Belinda headed for the door. 'Excuse me! You're not leaving me in this vise alone are you?' I shouted. Belinda kept going and said, 'Oh, you fussy puppy...the door's wide open so you'll have the emergency hall lights. I'll be right back.' Before I could shout 'NOOOO!' she disappeared. And that's exactly how Bubba and Earl, maintenance men extraordinaire, found me, half-naked and part of me dangling from the Jaws of Life, and the other part smashed between glass! After exchanging polite 'Hi, how's it going' type greetings, Bubba (or possibly Earl) asked, to my utter disbelief, if I knew the power was off. Trying to disguise my hysteria, I replied with as much calmness as possible 'Uh, yes, yes I did thanks.' 'You bet, take care' Bubba replied and waved good-bye as though I'd been standing in the line at the grocery store.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Two hours later, Belinda breezes in wearing a sheepish grin. Making no attempt to suppress her amusement, she said, 'Oh I am sooo sorry!' The power came back on and I totally forgot about you! And silly me, I went to lunch. Are we upset?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that, Your Honor, is exactly how her head ended up between the clamps....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Friday Funnies is hosted by Kim. For more fun and smiles and even laughs visit Kim &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here.&lt;/a&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/74803717578786832-1155376550755980659?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1155376550755980659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=1155376550755980659' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1155376550755980659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1155376550755980659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-funnies_17.html' title='Friday Funnies'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/SeizkPPfz1I/AAAAAAAAAP0/J42SQ6iB2y8/s72-c/friday_funnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-2684926743584664797</id><published>2009-04-11T11:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T11:19:28.462-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blood Type</title><content type='html'>Blood Type&lt;br /&gt;It's a Wednesday night and you are at a church prayer meeting when somebody runs in from the parking lot yelling, "Turn on a radio, turn on a radio!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And while the church listens to a little transistor radio with a microphone stuck up to it, the announcement is made: "Two women are lying in a Long Island hospital dying from a 'mystery' flu." Within hours it seems, this thing just sweeps across the country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are working around the clock trying to find an antidote. Nothing is working! California, Oregon , Arizona ,  Georgia , Minnesota , Massachusetts &lt;br /&gt;It's as though it's just sweeping in from the borders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, all of a sudden, the news comes out The code has been broken. A cure can be found. A vaccine can be made. It's going to take the blood of somebody who hasn't been infected, and so, sure enough, all through the Midwest , through all those channels of emergency broadcasting,  they ask you to do one simple thing: Go to your downtown hospital and have your blood type taken. That's all we ask of you. When you hear the sirens go off in your neighborhood, please make your way quickly, quietly, and safely to the hospitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure enough, when you and your family get down there late on that Friday night, there is a long line, and they've got nurses and doctors coming out and pricking fingers and taking blood and putting labels on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your wife and your kids are out there, and they take your blood type and they say, "Wait here in the parking lot and if we call your name, you can be dismissed and go home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You   stand around, scared, with your neighbors, wondering what in the world is going on and if this is the end of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suddenly a young man comes running out of the hospital screaming. He's yelling a name and waving a clipboard. What? He yells it again! And your son tugs on your jacket and says, " Daddy, that's me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you know it, they have grabbed your boy. Wait a minute!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold on! And they say, "It's okay, his blood is clean. His blood is pure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We want to make sure he doesn't have the disease. We think he has got the right type." Five tense minutes later, out come the doctors and nurses , crying and hugging one another .. some are even laughing. It's the first time you have seen anybody laugh in a week, and an old doctor walks up to you and says, "Thank you, sir. Your son's blood type is perfect. It 's clean, it is pure, and we can make the vaccine.." As the word begins to spread all across that parking lot full of folks, people are screaming and praying and laughing and crying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the gray-haired doctor pulls you and your wife aside and says, "May we see you for moment? We didn't realize that the donor would be a minor and 20 we need . we need you to sign a consent form." You begin to sign and then you see that the number of pints of blood to be taken has been left blank.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"H-how many pints?", you ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that is when the old doctor's smile fades and he says, "We had no idea it would be little child. We weren't prepared. I'm sorry sir, we need it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But but ... You don't understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are talking about the world here. Please sign. We need it all!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But can't you give him a transfusion?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If we had clean blood we would. Can you sign? Would you sign?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In numb silence, you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then they say, "Would you like to have a moment with him before we begin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk back? Can you walk back to that room where he sits on a table saying, "Daddy? Mommy? What's going on?" Can you take his hands and say, "Son, your mommy and I love you, and we would never ever let anything happen to you that didn't just have to be. Do you understand that?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And when that old doctor comes back in and says , " I'm sorry, we've GOT to get started! People all over the world are dying. Can you leave?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you walk out while he is saying, "Daddy? Mommy? Daddy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why, why have you forsaken me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then next week, when they have the ceremony to honor your son some folks sleep through it . some folks don't even come because they go to the lake or the seashore. some folks come with a pretentious smile and just "pretend" to care. Would you want to jump up and say, "MY SON DIED FOR YOU! DON'T YOU CARE?"&lt;br /&gt;Is that what GOD wants to say? "MY SON DIED FOR YOU. DON'T YOU KNOW HOW MUCH I CARE?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"FATHER, Seeing it from YOUR eyes breaks our hearts. Maybe now we can begin to comprehend the great Love YOU have for us."&lt;br /&gt;Arthur Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-2684926743584664797?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/2684926743584664797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=2684926743584664797' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2684926743584664797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/2684926743584664797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/blood-type.html' title='Blood Type'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-1660525058530376333</id><published>2009-04-10T08:02:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:15:07.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday Funnies</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Sd9DnAK_JgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4GrpcmSC_Bc/s1600-h/friday_funnies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323047621915256322" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 267px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Sd9DnAK_JgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4GrpcmSC_Bc/s320/friday_funnies.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;It is Friday!!! Today I am joining in on the fun at Kim's for Funny Friday.  For more laughs and smiles to your day click &lt;a href="http://www.homesteadersheart.blogspot.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&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;God Is Busy&lt;br /&gt;If you don't know God, don't make stupid remarks!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A United States Marine was attending some college&lt;br /&gt;courses between assignments. He had completed missions&lt;br /&gt; in Iraq and Afghanistan . One of the courses had a&lt;br /&gt;professor who was an avowed atheist, and a member of the ACLU.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; One day the professor shocked the class when he came&lt;br /&gt;in. He looked to the ceiling and flatly stated, GOD if you&lt;br /&gt;are real then I want you to knock me off this platform.&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you exactly 15 min.' The lecture room fell silent. You&lt;br /&gt;could hear a pin drop.&lt;br /&gt;Ten minutes went by and the professor proclaimed,&lt;br /&gt;'Here I am GOD, I'm still waiting.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It got down to the last couple of minutes when the&lt;br /&gt;Marine got out of his chair, went up to the professor, and&lt;br /&gt;cold-cocked him; knocking him off the platform. The professor was out&lt;br /&gt;cold. The Marine went back to his seat and sat there,&lt;br /&gt;silently.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The other students were shocked and stunned, and sat&lt;br /&gt;there looking on in silence. The professor eventually came&lt;br /&gt;to, noticeably shaken, looked at the Marine and asked,&lt;br /&gt;'What in the world is the matter with you? 'Why did you&lt;br /&gt;do that?'&lt;br /&gt;The Marine calmly replied, 'GOD was too busy today&lt;br /&gt;protecting America 's soldiers who are protecting your right&lt;br /&gt;to say stupid stuff and act like an idiot. So He sent me.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The classroom erupted in cheers!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-1660525058530376333?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/1660525058530376333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=1660525058530376333' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1660525058530376333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/1660525058530376333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/friday-funnies.html' title='Friday Funnies'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_b5hRT5Ck-jM/Sd9DnAK_JgI/AAAAAAAAAPk/4GrpcmSC_Bc/s72-c/friday_funnies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-74803717578786832.post-6775424078744219148</id><published>2009-04-08T08:05:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T08:31:53.397-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Finances'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='encouragement'/><title type='text'>Spiritural Prayer for Your Finances #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;These scripture prayers are for Sound Living with your finances.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Eternal priorities. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord, I choose not to set my &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;heart on the world and its passing desires, especially _________________(list the worldly things that lure you). I will love You above all by seeking first Your kingdom and Your righteousness (1 Jn. 2:15-17; Mt. 6:33).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Stewardship. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I relinquish my owner mentality, that I might faithfully manage what You have entrusted to me, remembering always that I am accountable to You for its use (Mt. 25:14-30; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;1 Cor. 4:2).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Work ethic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord, I commit now to work with all my heart, not to win the favor of men, but with sincerity of heart and reverence for You. It is You that I am serving (Col. 3:22-24).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Provision for family. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I will not neglect my family. As I work faithfully, grant me the means to supply what they need (1 Tim. 5:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Borrowing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord, thank You for providing through Your Spirit the fruit of self-control. I choose to delay buying what I don't need until You supply the money. I commit to freeing myself from all outstanding debts except the continuing debt of love (Gal. 5:22-23; Prov. 22:7; Ro. 13:8).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Honesty. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Lord, I refuse to pursue any form of dishonest gain, because ill-gotten treasures are ultimately of no value. I especially need help with ___________(tell Him about any current temptations). (Ex. 20:15; Prov. 10:2; Ro. 13:6-7).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Patience. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;I need wisdom, God, to resist the lure of get-rich-quick schemes, which lead to poverty. Provide me with restraint to gather the money I need little by little (Prov. 13:11, 23:4, 28:19-20).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Scriptural Prayers for Your Finances by Brian Smith&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;I hope these scripture prayers help with what you may be going through. Times are hard for everyone. It seems that all families are being hit with something or multiple things. Whether it is finances, family things (such as parents fighting, caring for elderly parents, sickness, rebellious teens, juggling home and work), loosing a job or finding enough work to keep your job. WOW, this is alot... and I am sure these are just tip of what some of us are dealing with. I plan to post later some prayers to help with each of these things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Coming soon: Scripture Prayers for Sound Giving.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/74803717578786832-6775424078744219148?l=puffspocket.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/feeds/6775424078744219148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=74803717578786832&amp;postID=6775424078744219148' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/6775424078744219148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/74803717578786832/posts/default/6775424078744219148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://puffspocket.blogspot.com/2009/04/spiritural-prayer-for-your-finances-2.html' title='Spiritural Prayer for Your Finances #2'/><author><name>Darlene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04874884804640126359</uri><email>darlenefaucett@charter.net</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='02635030537030091889'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>11</thr:total></entry></feed>