<?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-2416364473963395823</id><updated>2024-09-07T21:22:56.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SpeakUpYall</title><subtitle type='html'>Gulf War Vet espousing Conservative  values from a Christian perspective</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default?redirect=false'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><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>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2416364473963395823.post-6279229170239513761</id><published>2018-10-22T06:49:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-30T03:15:48.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He Leadeth Me</title><summary type="text">&quot;Thy word is a lamp unto my feet, and a light unto my path.&quot; Psalm 119:105

We are encouraged throughout the word of God to trust him for guidance. We are told in Proverbs 3:6 &quot;In all thy ways acknowledge him and he shall direct thy paths.&quot; Notice he says all&amp;nbsp;thy ways not just some of your ways. Also, if we do our part and acknowledge him, he shall direct our paths--not may direct. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/6279229170239513761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/he-leadeth-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/6279229170239513761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/6279229170239513761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/he-leadeth-me.html' title='He Leadeth Me'/><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-2416364473963395823.post-8988376828260406404</id><published>2018-10-15T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-15T08:52:31.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Charity </title><summary type="text">She dries the tears and wipes the scrapes
Of the ups and downs below,
Compassion close to God&#39;s above,
For all the world to know.

Her patience great, her kindness pure,
Many sufferings alone,
She does it not for wealth or fame,
She seeketh not her own.

Bears the burdens of her family
Through pain and grief she sings,
Her heart is full of gratitude
For the pleasure that it brings.

Believes and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/8988376828260406404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/charity.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/8988376828260406404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/8988376828260406404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/charity.html' title='Charity '/><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-2416364473963395823.post-7615136212400514148</id><published>2018-10-08T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-17T17:57:43.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blind Faith </title><summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; One sat alone beside the highway begging,
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; His eyes were blind, the light he could not see;
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; He clutched his rags and shivered in the shadows,
&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; Then Jesus came and bade his darkness&amp;nbsp;flee

This opening verse of a hymn by Dr. Oswald J. Smith has such a wonderful message. The passage of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/7615136212400514148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/blind-faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/7615136212400514148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/7615136212400514148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/blind-faith.html' title='Blind Faith '/><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-2416364473963395823.post-5516883658449272215</id><published>2018-10-02T10:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-11T09:34:46.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith of Our Fathers </title><summary type="text">
The institutes of higher education are hard at work in America today. What is their message to the young people of our nation? You will find an underlying theme throughout the sphere of campuses across the country. It has it&#39;s roots beginning to spread during the formative years of grade school and high school. Planting the seeds of doubt in the fertile minds of our youth; preparing them for the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5516883658449272215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/faith-of-our-fathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/5516883658449272215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/5516883658449272215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/10/faith-of-our-fathers.html' title='Faith of Our Fathers '/><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-2416364473963395823.post-5073026972468002846</id><published>2018-09-30T04:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-08T14:53:37.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where&#39;s The Toast?</title><summary type="text">&quot;Let not mercy and truth forsake thee; bind them about thy neck; write them upon the table of thine heart;&quot; Proverbs 3:3



A quaint, elderly couple, had just finished their Saturday evening ritual of watching the Maestro, Lawrence Welk. They chatted, as usual, about how that one hour a week managed to transport them back to a simpler time. Directly, as the conversation continued, the sweet wife </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/5073026972468002846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/09/wheres-toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/5073026972468002846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/5073026972468002846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/09/wheres-toast.html' title='Where&#39;s The Toast?'/><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-2416364473963395823.post-1064379259008401351</id><published>2018-09-26T18:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2018-10-28T17:32:40.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forks In The Road </title><summary type="text">Yogi Berra once said, &quot; When you come to a fork in the road, take it.&quot; There is certainly humor to be had with that saying, but also quite a bit of wisdom to be gleaned as well. First, life is sort of like a road or a journey, if you will. Regardless of race, creed, nationality, or religious preference we are all on that road. Secondly, many times the journey requires directional changes from our</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/feeds/1064379259008401351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/09/forks-in-road.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/1064379259008401351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2416364473963395823/posts/default/1064379259008401351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://speakupyall.blogspot.com/2018/09/forks-in-road.html' title='Forks In The Road '/><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></feed>