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It may make sense to you, or it may not. It may not make sense to even me! Oh well....</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://suzannesblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://suzannesblatherings.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813948795564767846/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>Suzanne Mumpower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12892201230600907965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svTwpzXM4HE/Tl2OKdupbWI/AAAAAAAAALs/aYUx9Th3dOA/s220/Photo%2BAug%2B30%252C%2B1%2B07%2B17%2BPM.jpeg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>246</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/SuzannesBlatherings" /><feedburner:info uri="suzannesblatherings" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcHSXg-fSp7ImA9WhRVEEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813948795564767846.post-8530798224595074435</id><published>2012-01-08T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-08T10:40:38.655-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-08T10:40:38.655-08:00</app:edited><title>Charity</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://suzannesblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/8530798224595074435/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2813948795564767846&amp;postID=8530798224595074435&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813948795564767846/posts/default/8530798224595074435?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813948795564767846/posts/default/8530798224595074435?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SuzannesBlatherings/~3/JTsxo6PAXLI/charity.html" title="Charity" /><author><name>Suzanne Mumpower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12892201230600907965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svTwpzXM4HE/Tl2OKdupbWI/AAAAAAAAALs/aYUx9Th3dOA/s220/Photo%2BAug%2B30%252C%2B1%2B07%2B17%2BPM.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">What is Charity? In our society, the word is most often used to describe giving to a non-profit organization or to people less fortunate than ourselves. While that is a good example of what charity does, it doesn't convey the full meaning of the word. In the Bible, the word "charity" is used to denote a Christ-like love, the Greek word "agape".

Nowadays, the word "love" is vastly overused. We "
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Over the past few months, I admit that I somewhat lost sight of God's blessings. Sam was 
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I am not a fan of cowards who hide behind the mask of anonymity. Thankfully, our Omniscient God knows who you are and will deal with you.
Everyone is welcome to leave comments on my blog, but don't expect them to be published if you aren't truthful enough to leave you name.

Interestingly, with modern technology, IP addresses make it very easy to 
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Over the weekend, he started running a
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Your Mom is YOUR MOM. Nobody can replace her. Nobody should replace her. Nobody can do half the things she does or has done for you. Nobody can compare to her. Only God can love you more than she does. She’s only one person, but she’s the person that matters the most. REPOST IF YOU LOVE AND APPRECIATE YOUR 
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In the Bible (James 4:14 KJV), it says, "Whereas ye know not what shall be on the morrow. For what is your life? It is even a vapour, that appeareth for
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Here is a picture of Sam and Sarah taken in the kitchen at church.


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Right now, it's not a specifically significant day. There are 
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Head over to Financial Enhancement, LLC today. What have you got to lose?
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I had it cranking while I was in there washing dishes earlier, and it made the task not seem so horrible. Here are a couple songs I especially enjoyed singing 
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JKxEUgKxCsihcMnfG7FD_VcT04s/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/JKxEUgKxCsihcMnfG7FD_VcT04s/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/SuzannesBlatherings/~4/85NKtAxC070" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><feedburner:origLink>http://suzannesblatherings.blogspot.com/2011/08/pandora.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUcDRXc8fip7ImA9WhdREkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2813948795564767846.post-6371990895247453109</id><published>2011-08-02T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T07:57:54.976-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-08-02T07:57:54.976-07:00</app:edited><title>Proud Mama</title><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://suzannesblatherings.blogspot.com/feeds/6371990895247453109/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2813948795564767846&amp;postID=6371990895247453109&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813948795564767846/posts/default/6371990895247453109?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2813948795564767846/posts/default/6371990895247453109?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/SuzannesBlatherings/~3/mhZzl_PyRWs/proud-mama.html" title="Proud Mama" /><author><name>Suzanne Mumpower</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12892201230600907965</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-svTwpzXM4HE/Tl2OKdupbWI/AAAAAAAAALs/aYUx9Th3dOA/s220/Photo%2BAug%2B30%252C%2B1%2B07%2B17%2BPM.jpeg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">I'm sure my mom is sitting in Heaven beaming down in pride for my son, her youngest grandchild. She was a very influential part of his formative years. (He still talks about things she taught him many years ago.) 

This past Sunday night, Sam informed the church that he had surrendered to preach. I've been proud of him on many occasions but never more than at that moment! He has always had a 
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Last night, after I got off work, I had to take Sam to the ER for a leg injury. He was wrestling with a friend Monday and fell on some steps. His right leg hit the edges of one of the steps. Then, he walked in a parade, which was probably the worst thing he could have done. It was very swollen and bruised, but I thought 
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