<?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:blogger='http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489</id><updated>2024-10-24T10:32:24.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it Springs Forth</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>296</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-6708453119805019102</id><published>2018-11-30T20:35:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2018-11-30T20:46:33.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>World Vision Child Ambassador</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Since I was only 13,&amp;nbsp;a part of my heart has been in Zambia with my first sponsor child through World Vision, Melody&amp;nbsp;Muchimba. Writing her letters and sending pictures was one of my favorite things to do growing up.

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; In November of 2009,&amp;nbsp;the Lord called me to go to Zambia with Cure International where I was blessed to serve the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/6708453119805019102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2018/11/world-vision-child-ambassador.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/6708453119805019102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/6708453119805019102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2018/11/world-vision-child-ambassador.html' title='World Vision Child Ambassador'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhNGuIaanHXk1HGeYxsGX0KzatzcM3CSuiRZJHhocUmaO3KQL9IUcSydCVcE7NMQWTerpb8oXbT_yKYxeVyHjVoaCS8EzYBJMWnEtugieeznq06NfEYRCl92AanUFKqmgrhqFtwNyW413D5/s72-c/IMG_7474.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-5799200328986042988</id><published>2017-03-02T22:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2017-03-02T22:37:51.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flawless Hero</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;The words played on the radio as I drove home from work today...&amp;nbsp;


No matter the bumps&amp;nbsp;

No matter the bruises&amp;nbsp;

No matter the scars&amp;nbsp;

Still the truth is

The cross has made

The cross has made you flawless

No matter the hurt

Or how deep the wound is

No matter the pain

</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5799200328986042988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2017/03/flawless-hero.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/5799200328986042988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/5799200328986042988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2017/03/flawless-hero.html' title='Flawless Hero'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgQ3juh7uqcoqKaAY9Thi52R2FGL8LjHw85WUZNwggmcJ3BgWNDBvCbKLaWioR_UIBK9mwMXUAjHnsWHXE23RX035Qk4PNu43376oXoUuuD6rzntbqKX3VyvogacLC_rnI2KPxJBsWd-Axi/s72-c/Christian-0690.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-1004123575848068846</id><published>2017-01-24T19:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2017-01-24T19:32:50.529-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a Mrs</title><summary type="text">

&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; For
the last several years of my life I had given up on the idea or the dream of
ever getting married. You see I had walked through heartbreak with my heart left barely beating and I began to believe in the lie that keeping my heart locked
away was my only guarantee from getting hurt again. So I went through life with
my heart </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1004123575848068846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2017/01/being-mrs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1004123575848068846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1004123575848068846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2017/01/being-mrs.html' title='Being a Mrs'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-1784875771014513100</id><published>2016-07-26T21:40:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2016-07-26T21:40:50.542-04:00</updated><title type='text'>First Love</title><summary type="text">

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Recently this song has been playing almost daily on the radio and my church has been playing it during worship the last few sundays. When I first sang it I didn&#39;t pay as much attention to the words. But hearing it so often I started listening to the words instead of the music and I heard the beauty in its truth.






&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1784875771014513100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/07/first-love.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1784875771014513100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1784875771014513100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/07/first-love.html' title='First Love'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgzOsgn4HAECawLjHB2vtbERrDAs1eXXkIEwLkxLtIb45rbxk9qlf6CJn_YknT0CR57Do7GJItBk7WiIBzHisdCy4KN_Mn9R6J5-mbK801LYoFJm-DGb9CmR8yNgY8njHwCyVWS-1E2f8Zh/s72-c/IMG_4347.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-3134289802233182898</id><published>2016-07-14T21:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2016-07-14T21:24:04.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rainbows</title><summary type="text">Today I was driving home after a long day of work and a big storm had just started to settle and the rain was still pouring down my windshield and I began&amp;nbsp;fervently&amp;nbsp;searching for a rainbow. I have loved rainbows for years now. God has&amp;nbsp;consistently&amp;nbsp;sent me rainbows at the most perfect times on some of my darkest days. I don&#39;t remember asking for them and I can&#39;t say I was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3134289802233182898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/07/rainbows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3134289802233182898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3134289802233182898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/07/rainbows.html' title='Rainbows'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVfS-tLVhZ9m5UBsl2oLp_Y5lY_SUL7bEadX48nvvpmC-4uiXy8Xib9beTOu3qXvd3KcQpvEtKvLvMqa_qex0bwOK74EVYcN7fIWNo74HDEL2uRUNS8oWrvqDtvDSGrJo4a6GbBBbywxt-/s72-c/IMG_7373.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-2374782953717154143</id><published>2016-06-16T21:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2016-06-16T21:26:23.232-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless</title><summary type="text">



Song of Solomon 8:6-7


        The idea of God being relentless is one that often captures my thoughts. How can this God who sees my darkest secrets and my judgmental thoughts love me in a way that is relentless? 






As if by loving me he can push away all the junk and disgust in my heart. But if he were a God who truly loved completely he could not be anything but relentless. He couldn`t</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2374782953717154143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/06/relentless.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/2374782953717154143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/2374782953717154143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/06/relentless.html' title='Relentless'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgKlsnxy1fftPDhwq21rZXD2kumsJ8PDk1H4OXBgDKqIkpvDfFIr2nrJs8BWDzCrh41glikWYx-QGKab5XT8o1uzG3NfJ685PrlHL_xMKChIuydsYYZOUhiKodGT2nLI0hgozsLoScbK3Ia/s72-c/relentless.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-3411747354211624177</id><published>2016-01-20T16:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2016-01-20T16:32:28.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>She Used to Be Mine</title><summary type="text">

It&#39;s not simple to sayThat most days I don&#39;t recognize meThat these shoes and these scrubsThat place and it&#39;s patronsHave taken more than I gave themIt&#39;s not easy to knowI&#39;m not anything like I used to beAlthough it&#39;s trueI was never attention&#39;s sweet centerI still remember that girl





She&#39;s imperfect but she triesShe is good but she liesShe is hard on herselfShe is broken and won&#39;t ask for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3411747354211624177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/01/she-used-to-be-mine.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3411747354211624177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3411747354211624177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2016/01/she-used-to-be-mine.html' title='She Used to Be Mine'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-1294636611319032362</id><published>2015-11-25T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2015-11-25T16:26:13.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adopt a Grandparent</title><summary type="text">





&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Last year I began an adventure with my Mary Kay business to start an Adopt a Grandparent fundraiser. This was of course a creative spin off of my business with Mary Kay to find a way to give back to my community but it was also the outcome of weeks of serving Fritzi who I had met the year before at 92 years old with not a single family member or </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1294636611319032362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/11/adopt-grandparent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1294636611319032362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1294636611319032362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/11/adopt-grandparent.html' title='Adopt a Grandparent'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgpfGygJZgcXCE0FsCSxZ3fi4nCGuDlLwOQ4HwawdegLE4bWakAeltItUV42VR-3wBEaA9wZqyl-jKqxa9HqTq8BAiU3jWkGSCk3HNRjh_yapJeCEkmGDydby0TAzLrT5Q3hspuDfW7Bmnw/s72-c/gparent.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-681975266660137985</id><published>2015-11-12T21:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-11-12T21:26:55.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why here?</title><summary type="text">
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; This is the
question posed at every job interview. The one I was asked three times this
morning. Why do you want to stay in the area? And of course this is the recent
college graduates chance to convince the hiring manager they will be dedicated
to this job should they be hired.










&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/681975266660137985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/11/why-here.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/681975266660137985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/681975266660137985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/11/why-here.html' title='Why here?'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjdG6WaVowRC3Ivx5V5YTcdjznAHO8F3qsQCrrn0YYG_BNIjK5oh3Qlg8mCkjapO_G1Jj8x8NgB-dbmgXZgMZEEHXUmD77hwy33n7rhzDjB1fcXQc5At8i52IeXq-TXSPY7Qhx7K6MyELGW/s72-c/IMG_1850.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-767948677853826337</id><published>2015-11-08T10:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2015-11-08T10:11:07.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort and Peace</title><summary type="text">
When darkness falls at evening time

And all the world is still

My heart feels restless, oh my God

It longs to be filled



Oh Father rescue me from doubt

Deliver me from grief

Let your joy in me abound

Remove my unbelief, remove my unbelief



I hear the wind rush through the trees

A peaceful whistling sound

But still my soul is not at ease

And sleep cannot be found



You are stillness</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/767948677853826337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/11/comfort-and-peace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/767948677853826337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/767948677853826337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/11/comfort-and-peace.html' title='Comfort and Peace'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-3994915622339181111</id><published>2015-09-22T21:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-09-22T21:04:00.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Treasured Legacy</title><summary type="text">






&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Death stings and
lingers at moments with pain that is unbearable. But God promises that “He will
swallow up death forever; the Lord God will wipe away tears from all faces”
(Isaiah 25:8). In a short period of time I’ve had to say goodbye to two special
women in my life. Last week my grandmother went from sick to dying in a matter
of days. I really did not</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3994915622339181111/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/09/a-treasured-legacy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3994915622339181111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3994915622339181111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/09/a-treasured-legacy.html' title='A Treasured Legacy'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhsAL8SBgzgXL6bSmPZ9XxwG_lVgE0G_EgrHau5JhsinF5jBCc3IXhQXAuSq3aVdwpiE9ttcms86c3wABgnFPAjFjPYaMXtswHhmRgAjrGjLufQZse0Jhkux0JjaDxJTPc4nODqQNYphVgI/s72-c/IMG_2050.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-5846709655911030099</id><published>2015-09-14T15:58:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-09-14T15:58:06.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel</title><summary type="text">







&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;So my last post was in June, where life
had several dramatic changes and I have paused since to reflect and try to
glean some sort of life lesson out of this time. After my post “advocate”
Fritzi went down hill very quickly, much quicker than expected.&amp;nbsp;










&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;She needed a
feeding tube but was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5846709655911030099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/09/angel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/5846709655911030099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/5846709655911030099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/09/angel.html' title='Angel'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhF8b3okJWyPZ_cP98emcDQ4pa4ejkXIL-oyXo5_96gMoEnDCqM5Lh7W4HdY3zv6ltabu9c7pekeBBc1n-BYRq3nSHpdi2-UYZmZ13UiJVTKL02XKuwrxRvDJOHIGMNNpfl-zkFoay6Cgag/s72-c/IMG_3944.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-5462792105781550563</id><published>2015-06-16T15:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-06-16T15:08:10.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tribute to Elisabeth Elliot</title><summary type="text">







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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;My little children, I am writing this to you so that you may not sin; but if any one does sin, we have an advocate with the Father, Jesus Christ the righteous; and he is the expiation for our sins, and not for ours only but also for the sins of the whole world.

-1 John 2


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;In the past two weeks Fritzi has had her first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/651373966125934545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/06/advocate.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/651373966125934545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/651373966125934545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/06/advocate.html' title='Advocate'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhLWaLv1DPhIapMzTX60VonPzpdy_lh0wLaHOfwTCoqVkqX1Le6vpvyyt7D5JV_buK5QaJJIKWy24qDW0nE4Fgw4-tHLOJT-n9tUCCN8ZvwWBQBWjblNUryVA-wY4DWIxWx53ZDwdXg2sp2/s72-c/IMG_3788.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-3146947916857084616</id><published>2015-05-12T13:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-05-12T13:28:09.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back in the Saddle</title><summary type="text">





No hour of life is wasted that is spent in the saddle.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

~Winston Churchill




A man on a horse is spiritually as well as physically bigger than a man on foot.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;

~John Steinbeck








&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;There is something about being in the presence of a horse that allows me to feel the presence of God. Horses to me are the most beautiful and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/3146947916857084616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/05/back-in-saddle.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3146947916857084616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/3146947916857084616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/05/back-in-saddle.html' title='Back in the Saddle'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgUoCKxe8ZI4wtJn_-cXXZTq4vDTXgdS34dJ90AkFcGDZAzTD_nJYF-BxmsuuxfmLwa1bDkznWsEoXUpmidenZUac5WBgd3xwtvqYBjqqiOxxFtrcSgzBqVusslzLNbrnuq44Gycg-N5hmC/s72-c/IMG_1173_2.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-4798479020736567655</id><published>2015-04-23T16:34:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2015-04-23T16:34:49.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Little Gifts</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;After more than 2 years of being home I finally got to spend this past Easter at home in Missouri. I was pulled to go after my sister-in-law had her third precious boy, Abraham, whom I could not wait to meet! Little Abe or (ham) as his brothers like to call him is such a gift and it was such a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/4798479020736567655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/04/little-gifts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/4798479020736567655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/4798479020736567655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/04/little-gifts.html' title='Little Gifts'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgThqDzPSXuo_uiZ64L_O-GO7xg-C3fey3iktRialOGLP6WRzxKdpeZFNX8MxNz_TYQhKehKKvhEZPziIt_s0h6CRwVVVUHYKqSmg3craZQsWx8Z-aq0EGOo2HhyK-kgjTStEkWRg5-pPcn/s72-c/DSC_0888.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-1715096493056035228</id><published>2015-04-23T16:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-04-23T16:16:02.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Soul</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 

&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;I am not going to be mystical as some may with the concept of &quot;Old Soul&quot; but I am admitting I have learned in the past 2 years that I truly have an &quot;Old Soul.&quot; First I believe I am a soul, that I was created and that I will exist beyond death here on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1715096493056035228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/04/old-soul.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1715096493056035228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1715096493056035228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/04/old-soul.html' title='Old Soul'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiLzrVHPQTg4qCiit274ozfIJsxkMeLpQQrfxRfMf1TT03z4bToJVc1A303aLKNQJa62-gZ9BisNWIhwXnxXdZwTcN9MHrPFli92a69WJ84Vly8YGTYIyfM0jbXFQwuxhDWfCL4bvpkwacI/s72-c/oldsoul.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-373611273985521980</id><published>2015-03-12T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2015-03-12T22:12:01.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Name</title><summary type="text">






A couple of days ago when I read through this chapter, I wouldn`t have told the Lord I was struggling with these truths but He knows me even better than I know myself. What a beautiful chapter in Isaiah 62. I have often read this chapter and thought solely of self; that these words are being spoken through Isaiah from God to me about my redemption and salvation in Jesus Christ. And though </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/373611273985521980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/03/new-name.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/373611273985521980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/373611273985521980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/03/new-name.html' title='New Name'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WnntpTiMrcxHK6Whbj4ZYzlp3Yf9nrpzUqnd47ZRWVsVHgQBY1JHUGdsNbVTT_znVnXLW0iZ13XU5JHadjb_TxDtaJj7mXbZ8imOe1ALQQPCh6D0eC7zAa4d3hvxSq6VgahBjmxNq84p/s72-c/IMG_3277.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-5840287220876320811</id><published>2015-02-28T23:07:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2015-02-28T23:07:54.498-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><summary type="text">
&quot;Come now, and let us reason together,&quot; Says the LORD,&amp;nbsp;

&quot;Though your sins are as scarlet, They will be as white as snow;&amp;nbsp;

Though they are red like crimson, They will be like wool.



Isaiah 1:18



&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Can you imagine cold, dark winters - without snow? Can you imagine the cold temperatures and the dark morning and evening without ever a glimmer of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/5840287220876320811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/02/snow-days.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/5840287220876320811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/5840287220876320811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYzRMPLkglp7IuBbjfgtLraSQZqmQ6A4vRbjMALe0WoiMhipNvTZvWXkkSgEQ6taCXzuz2GCFrbFd1YOMhdcFGWdu95zMuTZ5sn9hcDrEZ0n-5qBSn55FRBqOFY4f720ffeAx6p3Jz45VA/s72-c/IMG_3225.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-1880606731692177914</id><published>2015-02-13T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-02-14T22:14:43.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Heart Clutter</title><summary type="text">






Matthew 6:19-21



&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Before reading these words follow your eyes back to the top of the page, ask God to open the eyes of your heart, and read Matthew 6 again. Why did Christ say these words? Perhaps not only because he knew of the emptiness of giving our heart to the things of this world but because he knows what it is to give your whole heart to the Lord </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1880606731692177914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/02/heart-clutter.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1880606731692177914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1880606731692177914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/02/heart-clutter.html' title='Heart Clutter'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjRNEXjoxIc0kUdj1CNzfxIqWswgzKCrAQpLVqxjZyKqtgnUwUnr0-EG2aypeCrOtnQRpO_47nMm9AZHCJIvsJ1Z_0IeN7C9Y_0Y01OTsVfoqQIb5H1FEPNWwCRAj7BMUnaBZvQCSs-iILM/s72-c/matthew6.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-2250795558004685386</id><published>2015-01-03T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2015-01-03T18:42:14.619-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family</title><summary type="text">




&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp;Family. What a word. Family encompasses so many things in the heart of a believer. Our biological family we are born into, perhaps a family we marry into, and yet our all encompassing heavenly family here on earth- in Christ.



&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Here are some of my favorite photos from this past week with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/2250795558004685386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/01/family.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/2250795558004685386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/2250795558004685386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/01/family.html' title='Family'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhW0OM4_jBY8oME7rAFnGUP6vLhK9Ay4lbVEcfQ_b3q9Xi7zZvvdwOBI3O22d-lWBQpMJJylCgALsuW8l36YyYlZlneQQH2ZyXtgrSyD8OEbeHaYxgFQY5En8nyqawLPNbc9h0IhdPdzlbC/s72-c/DSC_0686.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-1189946340104266527</id><published>2015-01-01T23:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2015-01-01T23:36:14.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Give me Jesus</title><summary type="text">




In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise
In the morning, when I rise

Give me Jesus.
Give me Jesus,&amp;nbsp;
Give me Jesus.
You can have all this world,
Just give me Jesus.














He leads us on by paths we did not know.

Upward He leads us, though our steps be slow

Though oft we faint and falter on the way,

Though storms and darkness oft obscure the day,

Yet, when the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/1189946340104266527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/01/give-me-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1189946340104266527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/1189946340104266527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2015/01/give-me-jesus.html' title='Give me Jesus'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1kMZTajV-nReX7H1KBZkAvoQ-euE4ii_6NuVcBBp1MW0y0GyeRNAF8cFkjxxLY77T5M7Xc-AS_tjakkZu17TYK8Smwd-VOSy5hWRMF1YigpxU-EPmP9dzJZMR4dV5nszWBypsTx4MWcAz/s72-c/2015.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-7732330131022910652</id><published>2014-12-20T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2014-12-20T22:58:04.699-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Work is not in Vain</title><summary type="text">


&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; 
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; The topic of work and ministry have been heavy on my heart especially in the last few months. I spend a LOT of my time, both because I have to and because I want to, working. I have given more of my free time to work in the past 6 months than probably ever before in my life. Yet there are often days I come home and wonder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/7732330131022910652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2014/12/work-is-not-in-vain.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/7732330131022910652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/7732330131022910652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2014/12/work-is-not-in-vain.html' title='Work is not in Vain'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiFeQqy07Ne_7QsPAYh2hLIjoShPK8fxyHwqgdzZTdTqBRInjKoUnMoB4k-8C8JyiW7ck7yr8gXhxLNbkDc2ilNyEL4EHEm-YajTwifsVCtanVFsLW7HklcoOsLkhQzicIzyqyCtikPp6NF/s72-c/1-corinthians-15-58.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5564993536359510489.post-7107945146745144893</id><published>2014-12-15T14:47:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2014-12-15T14:47:52.542-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Light of the World</title><summary type="text">



Downtown Blacksburg Christmas



&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Although the plethora of Christmas lights can sometimes be overwhelming and perhaps even a turn-off to the Christmas spirit, there is something about Christmas lights that brighten my soul. How interesting that Christ called himself the Light of the World and he also calls his children the light of the world.




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&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Last year at this time I just spent about 3 weeks traveling all over southwestern Germany and even into France. I had seen a couple of big cities, many small villages, and everything in between. I was also writing an essay at the time of my travels about how cathedral/church doors had influenced culture and religion from the late middle ages into the 1800s. So needless </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/feeds/470107836687447469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2014/12/secret-places.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/470107836687447469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5564993536359510489/posts/default/470107836687447469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lesleyrebecca.blogspot.com/2014/12/secret-places.html' title='Secret Places'/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhgqVTH65TbrI-hpPK06bNFCfZL8fhMG9G1ZboDXB52dw7M8YCGw90pgP2RaBpsoHKBG-qYCM6B8-R4PDPA3n_0e5rrMYVSFFnjVe9Zidqrh4pVtHINPrsXMcebZKp4PY368RmVIqz7SDyf/s72-c/DSC_0310.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>