<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="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" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Fri, 30 Aug 2024 15:25:02 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>encouragement</category><category>Brown Bag Marketing</category><category>events</category><category>news</category><category>fun</category><category>resources</category><title>Women Encouraged</title><description></description><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>64</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-2496547736668582876</guid><pubDate>Mon, 27 Aug 2012 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-27T10:49:56.499-05:00</atom:updated><title>Calgon Take Me Away!</title><atom:summary type="text">



&amp;nbsp;Usually I write down my thoughts then go back and put them on the blog, but today I have decided to wing it.&amp;nbsp; Why today you ask? A couple of reasons 1. My house is surrounded by large machines that sound like a 747 is about to land in my backyard 2. I feel like a sandwich with all the plastic that is wrapped around my house. Not to mention that several times a day the doorbell will</atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/08/calgon-take-me-away.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgDJYUusLjnpJnJh3g8OH3AwXV0CNSvUByk7ZXKsQDeZHL6xExAca7aipOhYPk1ikn5nhwZzy3XAjo8D45f-AroqXdaL0V8XwggS3rLr05Ps6Dbnsg-M6B2kIa1NGoPYz5UMzOGuR8vNBU/s72-c/DSCN0603.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-7508746248110942642</guid><pubDate>Mon, 20 Aug 2012 17:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-20T12:22:11.008-05:00</atom:updated><title>Yes, No, Maybe !!</title><atom:summary type="text">

Yesterday pastor in his teaching touched on the lack of commitment there is in the world today. Lack of commitment happens to be one of my pet peeves. I guess it can get me angrier then probably anything else. I know we have all dealt with people who do not do what they say they will do, and maybe your one of those who struggle with commitment yourself.

Scripture is really clear about how we </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/08/yes-no-maybe.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgIXNnHtLxu4zTY1dm57lI3a9yPHRsEc__ikvIp0zXgEpJMLrdVT-nwDrUxgbH8RkV1uT_slr52CLhjF7P8H48-UA0rDxcV7fdPRHPd_TJg5w1CfXbZiHMtKLIpiAuetCb36Cj55FTg-3w/s72-c/DSCN0388.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-5442856361201104161</guid><pubDate>Mon, 13 Aug 2012 16:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-13T15:09:09.908-05:00</atom:updated><title>Are You Wise ???</title><atom:summary type="text">

I never thought I would say this but I love texting. Now I&#39;m not one of those who can text at the speed of light with my eyes closed, but my tablet has the swype&amp;nbsp;and I am pretty good (if I do say so myself) at swyping. It seems like I am always aging myself..but I remember a time that when you swyped something it was not good...it meant you stole it.&amp;nbsp; :/&amp;nbsp; Anyway, I love texting </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/08/are-you-wise.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJnqjQjCI-SpnmfwdyswygxLpqhdWu_3db05xz-eKTLPqOI1QauSNUbXxnv7AvrPbb5KVrsJpqTUWBbbzwMolImIPkV4Jfj-tqHQug-S47trPJAPlNZFlTWeMPXaoRVJe5vTSbDfmzyh4/s72-c/PB260091.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-2903112618722736149</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Aug 2012 15:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-08-06T10:13:26.907-05:00</atom:updated><title>Clutter Control !</title><atom:summary type="text">It never fails that when I&#39;m having a conversation with a woman or a group of women, the word organized always seems to pop up. It goes one of two ways: I can&#39;t seem to get organized or I am so organized I can&#39;t enjoy the people in my life. Like everything else there has to be balance. (I know there&#39;s&amp;nbsp; that word again)





I use to be a real perfectionist, I would clean, organize, have </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/08/clutter-control.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgP3iw425MO7fRNv3rYjppWO70i6cu8wEpMaFEzViapEdnNzmy-KD9dOl2DIC6VT2XJehobGbR8_JNGUBqvUcnNPDme8hcbZcw4Ps2ixfu1wkTkOGBTzG3T4YPp07U0L8RhxPRS2XnMgGg/s72-c/DSCN0211.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-6437249061268811445</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Jul 2012 15:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-30T11:14:09.280-05:00</atom:updated><title>Happy Feet !!!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">


 Do you ever find yourself becoming aware of how your shoulders are pulled up to your ears, your teeth are grinding, your body is tense?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;The moment you become aware of the anxiety, you let your shoulders down, take a deep breath and feel your body relax. Oh! how good that feels.&amp;nbsp;



In today&#39;s rush,rush world with so many important things to do, we lose sight as to how much </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/07/happy-feet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPBAmDx0iaWobNhJ-Biu-C-KdDkQ0XYHko9t30fGLEEgtYTsuOV9wCp9H-POQUPoGvlIzp9D2qc-7_vnjb3Wyk7Hn5vSc1D2edQkZE6aGMOPQOq3tETBYD9kvQ57jaWg9JJXtr44oR4Ew/s72-c/outdoors+003.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-8991615063844580336</guid><pubDate>Mon, 23 Jul 2012 16:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-23T15:14:46.198-05:00</atom:updated><title>I Feel Grumpy Comin On!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">


Do you&amp;nbsp;ever feel grumpy? I mean really grumpy.&amp;nbsp;The kind of grumpy that makes you want to&amp;nbsp;&quot;spit nails.&quot; Sorry about that picture in your head right now. I have to confess&amp;nbsp;I feel grumpy comin on. I&#39;ve heard this&amp;nbsp;hot weather can cause people to be irritable, but I am hardly in the heat. Can&#39;t be that.



We can blame grumpiness on a whole load of things, but if we get </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/07/i-feel-grumpy-comin-on.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWQ-J39yE6-kiU0OX9DpH8pkphU_c1iIoWSysBNSpJMPytUXZboyMmP6KMJGzyoXLSFuU42chKKy6z0XSJGpThKRWE5SjjeUOOk8M35_wbFf6KNm5iHlBD9-fP6AKII_GM77X5zHnFfLg/s72-c/DSCN0091.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-2821734015753933323</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Jul 2012 15:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-16T10:52:48.955-05:00</atom:updated><title>Have You Any Wool ????</title><atom:summary type="text">
Many ManMany
Many years ago I lived out a ways from the city. It was not my favorite place. I am a city girl by heart. I do have to admit there is a peace that you can never find in the city, the quietness, the sound of the breeze, birds are all a part of the country life.



Down the road, over the bridge and around the curve (that&#39;s how you find your way in the country) there lived a sheep </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/07/have-you-any-wool.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkf1c48HJxkismM_YGS3Am2qrxbP7mcgvF8VWo51U85bET4qwzWDoz4C3f7VCKsGD5klmVZo3mOzXZdWq6_0UkHwq8Q8O64CusUmlcExuXSmMNBFuupkjDOPiks01HDO2jcaVFEQcxT4M/s72-c/outdoors+015.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-4059216226113089022</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Jul 2012 15:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-09T10:35:42.212-05:00</atom:updated><title>Hurry Up!! I Got Things To Do.</title><atom:summary type="text">
As Monday gets closer I start brainstorming in my head as to what topic I want to touch on. This last Saturday was the Women Encouraged &quot;Get Together Saturday&quot; at my house. Our topic was a teaching by Joyce Meyer &quot;Are You Too Busy?&quot; If you&#39;ve ever listened to her you know she gets right down to the nitty gritty. I have been thinking a lot about some stuff she had to say.

Her main point was..are</atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/07/hurry-up-i-got-things-to-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZfquPjRqAEv8BIkM1UQHs3MWPSUu3qoHQfnjcgWcgXZbclsLB547bENgud_x3UrqcOHlo4cxhErBP2xp65ow1jxYRg-RMBkE51ZA4KXY6N004KhCkFxd5PE7XZguvMxW0fHTaSR7Tb6A/s72-c/P8010322.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-4574717105119926836</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Jul 2012 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-07-02T10:23:00.934-05:00</atom:updated><title>Pass The Mustard Please!</title><atom:summary type="text">


Everyone knows that Wednesday is the Fourth of July. If you doubt that you can look in the sale flyers and see all the stuff you can buy cheaper because its&amp;nbsp; the fourth.&amp;nbsp;Look at the grocery store shelves where the buns, mustard, hamburger,chips use to be. NADA! Gone! Some have already left this past weekend to start to celebrate by swimming, boating, eating and lots of drinking. And </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/07/pass-mustard-please.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgztapIDvIXb8JAheC9p_lRwhoZj3RSrOpYHdmYsxZ_VyBCGzLcoHhGo13ZLtGujtq68z0I7sM768xNwyKPiyoQBFi34rBuGWGexUQ5dbS0E_DEzCsKRx84tF_OYpO6NUFgicC0G97WrM4/s72-c/DSCN0176.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-541750001987712165</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 Jun 2012 15:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-25T10:17:44.005-05:00</atom:updated><title>The Girl Still Likes To Party!!</title><atom:summary type="text">


I&#39;m sitting at my desk , thinking what&amp;nbsp;topic do I write about today. I noticed the new little sheep toy I bought my greyhound yesterday.&amp;nbsp; Its on my desk because even though Lizzie Chanee&#39; (standard poodle) got two new toys yesterday, she wants Care Bears. I know kids with fur!!!&amp;nbsp; I don&#39;t want Lizzy to think she can chew up Care Bears toy so I keep taking it away from her and </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/06/im-sitting-at-my-desk-thinking-what-do.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqh9xJrXTsGZnYYFqQiipMQFP7XnySxYc8Q6nuRiMOZcD1_vKSUP4Exjc4qOG-E_0mAWvuhGSQJfmGS867p5V5UEUyfrUup29pEeZYncvw5a22g9TX1qDtozUx7cVRrF5ry2wIgnn3b5Y/s72-c/DSCN0047.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-6034011248593896530</guid><pubDate>Mon, 18 Jun 2012 15:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-18T10:23:25.255-05:00</atom:updated><title>Its Just A Simple Chalkboard !!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Last weeks blog was about getting ready for our big garage sale.&amp;nbsp; Today it is over!!!&amp;nbsp; Let me say it again...today it is over!!!&amp;nbsp; yeah!&amp;nbsp; It went really well. We sold most of it and what we didn&#39;t sell, someone came and took it away.&amp;nbsp; :)&amp;nbsp; I really do hate the process of getting ready for one of&amp;nbsp;these sales.&amp;nbsp; Can you say &quot;lots of work&quot;?&amp;nbsp; We hired movers</atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/06/its-just-simple-chalkboard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEghBNjoIL2hr6OdjVAJl17L-UjUVcn9kXQSGTe-8dbc5YNWvAMvsSs74jt9JoWzgd3E-iO1Mo1gCitEAvDJ6a90ijGuCD8wGpJOXMPI_MAO_j-7ECR7ISaEsXAmhwIhBN8X3453BbMFB94/s72-c/DSCN0069.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-5839947529823206635</guid><pubDate>Mon, 11 Jun 2012 15:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-11T10:54:18.651-05:00</atom:updated><title>To Sell Or Not To Sell..That Is The Question</title><atom:summary type="text">
Is the week-end over already?&amp;nbsp; This is just too soon for it to be Monday.&amp;nbsp; Looking at the pile of items in front of me, I have to think.....where did we get all this stuff and why did we keep it?&amp;nbsp; You see its pre-garage sale week at my house. UGH!

Rick&amp;nbsp;(my husband) and I have been threatening to do this for a few years, never had the courage to tackle it. This is tackle week</atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/06/to-sell-or-not-to-sellthat-is-question.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgwhunldNOo15e7wLvo2hP9PrHqzweguYMfXagNpRapWJmky7xMVBuxQtcGEa9veiqhZVT6e6pZLRmLEV0PgJyc6G7v7i0HAM08_mRNQZ-wUUlKOM1CUaeF1l0vxqb881AL8KPYU51yA-4/s72-c/DSCN0258.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-417427403601897531</guid><pubDate>Mon, 04 Jun 2012 15:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-06-04T10:27:53.653-05:00</atom:updated><title>How Does Your Garden Grow?</title><atom:summary type="text">
Last fall I decided that in the spring I was going to plant the beginning of a vegetable garden.&amp;nbsp; I contacted several seed companies, requested their catalogs and e-mails.&amp;nbsp; I was ready to dig in (no pun intended) and find out what would be best to start with since it would have to be a raised garden.

Our house is 100 years old with a double lot.&amp;nbsp; Years ago there was (according to</atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/06/how-does-your-garden-grow.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZsOli7iwyz4zUMB-ifDNbBlnUsOW1VFL29wr45qacHpP83PirMkZ6bya5K6H9jvYjlwiO5dh1kNWh1HYwoCuwPkhJHBx120TR5wpiedyWtZToJvL5tLOGWc4hKDSdzNv0zH74Wpefrws/s72-c/DSCN0243.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-6115814360703817155</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 May 2012 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-28T08:44:46.074-05:00</atom:updated><title>Freedom Isn&#39;t Freedom Unless Your Free!!!</title><atom:summary type="text">
Today we celebrate the remembrance of those who died to keep us free.&amp;nbsp; Here&amp;nbsp;is some history of Memorial Day.

On&amp;nbsp;May 5th 1868&amp;nbsp; the head of the Republic established Decoration Day as a time for the nation to decorate the graves of the war dead with flowers.

General John Logan declared that Decoration Day should be observed on May 30th.

It is believed that date was chosen </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/05/freedom-isnt-freedom-unless-your-free.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj5nZlhhZo5pdng_ubrRMfydDUr6l-ewf1ciOnnGRiJnqir1ZhBtRi8u7SI2niRp5Im_JQ1x4N-w-Eky0n3FlEie-g3qWu-5xcRfuENvA1kDqMdTxRl5hy_dFAk4Fnl6R_gkf5w7OBvtxs/s72-c/DSCN0204.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-5862199557510127434</guid><pubDate>Mon, 21 May 2012 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-21T09:04:44.504-05:00</atom:updated><title>Do Hummingbirds Hum ?</title><atom:summary type="text">


The other day I was standing on my patio, when something swooped down at a high rate of speed just missing my head.&amp;nbsp; After regaining my composure( bet the neighbors got a laugh)&amp;nbsp; I determined it was a hummingbird.&amp;nbsp; A couple of years ago I had&amp;nbsp;planted a butterfly bush in my garden, around July it is the landing point for every butterfly in the neighborhood.&amp;nbsp; Gorgeous!!
</atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/05/do-hummingbirds-hum.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjTE_KCaK3sGNMWjo2P-7s3kpyiOey1lnYRI1lS7kaFhulPDCOW6o6gzh9gmb-8bMgHOAd9x-EkYjkZwmAKd90mxes_sX3qKlZDDcHKVHbY8Iim5pJTr1m6k5BWHJ3Y7gioNKOyxS9r2VI/s72-c/DSCN0067.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-4796624237541038476</guid><pubDate>Mon, 14 May 2012 14:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-14T09:58:12.569-05:00</atom:updated><title>Everything Is Meaningless!!</title><atom:summary type="text">
My morning bible study was on the futility of life...again from James McDonald.&amp;nbsp; He started at: 

Ecclesiastes 1:3-9&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;What does a man gain from all his labor at which he toils under the sun?&amp;nbsp; Generations come and generations go, but the earth remains forever.&amp;nbsp; The sun rises and the sun sets, and hurries back to where it rises.&amp;nbsp; The wind blows to the south and turns </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/05/everything-is-meaningless.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgEaNUSGNhb1eI5l24vFsiMBGjVaPnyltJi8aRcCeYR6bPQpzNvkygUiYA38mNbRIg6Qy8YrBsEX-kYionarDpmsz5BlFAMSX98yRUNahk9D_n9suFb-_LxIji5p2sztlxtNBEW6NuAe1U/s72-c/DSCN0066.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-1024265294846676913</guid><pubDate>Mon, 07 May 2012 14:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-05-07T09:31:57.333-05:00</atom:updated><title>No Place To Hide...Really?</title><atom:summary type="text">
This is going to be one of those weeks.&amp;nbsp; I know that sounds like a negative start to a blog that is suppose to encourage, but truthfully that is how I am feeling.&amp;nbsp; It is jammed packed with everything imaginable.&amp;nbsp; From painting stakes, cleaning, Live @ 5 (local TV show), pricing, placing flowers...well you get the picture.&amp;nbsp; In short too much stuff in too little time.

This </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/05/no-place-to-hidereally.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgVpwLr6by83hbW7ip5zJz-xY0vSbunmUkpuuFs6WqShTSQ01mn8CL9pm9voMKC6J5KYHKT1oLCgt6rs7EdRGY-GQsh7Ii0YpQskGCx3dbWlBW6TW2YsS9kPoRjffMjgkGb6c_kvwtqDuQ/s72-c/DSCN0081.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-7594769815779168560</guid><pubDate>Mon, 30 Apr 2012 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-30T09:23:23.923-05:00</atom:updated><title>Friend or Acquaintance ?</title><atom:summary type="text">
Friendship!&amp;nbsp; This is a word so misused and so misunderstood.&amp;nbsp; Many years ago I heard a teaching on this topic, it stuck and to this day I think about it.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;It went something like this...too many times we call people friends who do not qualify as a friend.&amp;nbsp; This teaching went on to say we should consider only one to two people as true friends.&amp;nbsp; It takes a lot of time </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/04/friendship-this-is-word-so-misused-and.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1tnoRMkFdIrRc0mYjvLGbW-IbqQA5kZtus725kmk4FcLdrmErteRzu3eFEY7RRtx6GjTJCWsE-I3pGCSH4nY-B2zEP2ouMxlavEiErEPnsmU9RTH5a4VDDfb1bZ5ejy7c1NlrOsQfHIw/s72-c/spring-summer+2011+025.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-614961697549033315</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Apr 2012 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-24T09:23:05.164-05:00</atom:updated><title>Is Your Grass Green?</title><atom:summary type="text">
Ahhh!!! the smell of flowers in bloom, sounds of birds singing, the warmth of the sun, sitting in the swing reading a good book, with a glass of iced tea, what could be.......WAIT!!! whats that sound?&amp;nbsp; Oh!!! where is that (ACHOOOO!!!!) dust coming from?&amp;nbsp; Its the neighbors mowing their dirt again, can&#39;t they see there is very little grass???

Our hearts can be just like a lawn, either </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/04/is-your-grass-green.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjJRilJZUDqAp-ggNT4EHs5mWCzvgSgYgsTQLqpnA7ETydpyt5bKSSfIBdwsWfjzjQ3CuKE3v7_lWyPxRNg5fBkRQrkx_tdzP1WN1hCeVjhLIgDCKe_lRLQWYi9y07HiL9OrgaDOH3Dr1c/s72-c/DSCN0011.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-914934387455755429</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Apr 2012 14:04:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-16T09:04:17.487-05:00</atom:updated><title>Where Do I Go?</title><atom:summary type="text">
This last Saturday, April 14th is a Saturday that many will not forget.&amp;nbsp; The whole week before there was a build up of the possibility that Saturday could bring dreadful storms with a chance for deadly tornadoes.&amp;nbsp; Saturday turned some peoples lives upside down.....in a matter of minutes.

Watching the devastation on the news Sunday, I could not help but be grateful that I was not in </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/04/where-do-i-go.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhrF4K5-ginyuFFaQznJv9jJGkdKy7uyFa60r-dUbml3dNVEoJE9CYdN_VMuZ0UzOkI3mxmgDiQqnyH7DhgdjOKxgtEIPUfrQQ-vOLGyPqrKTTC1Hmls1u6opPQLDODICeAmADpjVQO4AY/s72-c/Hydrangeas.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-3009410366834976527</guid><pubDate>Mon, 09 Apr 2012 13:55:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-09T08:55:34.616-05:00</atom:updated><title>Sometimes We Just Don&#39;t Realize!</title><atom:summary type="text">This morning in my Bible study time, the topic was &quot;Holiness Means Purity.&quot;&amp;nbsp; Now if&amp;nbsp;your like me I really didn&#39;t think that I had a problem in this area.&amp;nbsp; Don&#39;t get me wrong there are other places in my life I really need to work on, but this did not feel like one of those areas.

The verses this morning were from Ephesians 5:1-5.&amp;nbsp; By the way if you have never listened to </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/04/sometimes-we-just-dont-realize.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9-Ip4LFm_alDP8Soz8B5yisEPREPKWmkDTv9NZRb0kM8-4sBFUnYjTLkwGigMkqK6H04fPYmbA1Gx2nAzU6nAxAM9rnctC7Wml-3X7crBpNPBv70v9pY56zfT32stPqdyNEb2R6X9K6g/s72-c/Chrysanthemum.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-6216035492199651221</guid><pubDate>Mon, 02 Apr 2012 15:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-04-02T10:59:56.596-05:00</atom:updated><title>Why The Donkey?</title><atom:summary type="text">Matthew 21:1&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;As they approached Jerusalem and came to Bethphage on the Mount of Olives, Jesus sent two disciples, saying &quot;Go to the village ahead of you, and at once you will find a donkey tied there, with her colt by her.&amp;nbsp; Untie them and bring them to me,&amp;nbsp; If anyone says anything to&amp;nbsp;you, tell&amp;nbsp;him that the Lord needs them, and he will send them right away.&quot;

Jesus </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/04/why-donkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh1wEZKvAhUYkhv6NAZFjKZe1tjzOWDsOgXFba2pwapVaaemITyABH9gNwa0FTk2v7GZRTe9X7Q1r0mY-dAlDP7TOfXnme1ZbQiQmJS3FYqGj07ddh2iU9HynG0fTSKngw2gqzfilPofYw/s72-c/Tulips.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-4308764131631519251</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Mar 2012 14:16:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-26T09:16:33.766-05:00</atom:updated><title>Time Is On My Side !</title><atom:summary type="text">
Ohhhh Yea!!! Time its on my side, yes it is.... I use to love that song!!!&amp;nbsp; I think I was in my late teens when that came out.&amp;nbsp; You know&amp;nbsp;the time in your life when you think you have all the time in the world.&amp;nbsp; Time when you think things will be like this forever (you&#39;ll never get old) you will live forever, all is right in the world kind of time.&amp;nbsp; 

Now, I have joined </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/03/time-is-on-my-side.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgSP5ZS7B49B1NxQCDqg-gaoACS8riGADri-E3xCLsZ5Iq_jTuGxRDZtfLwmQHzd8Fugv_RSLWx23U_ys74zTP7fCi6Z0ZyUeXhj-s98kVAuiG8avqfSHd0edjrsr8_uuUXWFPbie1He1M/s72-c/P8030329.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-2693214686758502088</guid><pubDate>Mon, 19 Mar 2012 14:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-19T09:44:48.166-05:00</atom:updated><title>Spring Has Sprung ! I&#39;m Pretty Sure!</title><atom:summary type="text">&amp;nbsp; One of my favorite comic strips is &quot;Mutts.&quot;&amp;nbsp; This mornings&amp;nbsp;newspaper comics&amp;nbsp;had a picture of the little dog standing on the porch, ears straight up in the air, the sun starting to rise...the words were:

Poor, dear, silly spring preparing her annual surprise&amp;nbsp;- Wallace Stevens

I&#39;ve got to say that this spring has truly been a really big surprise.&amp;nbsp; The middle of </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/03/spring-has-sprung-im-pretty-sure.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6eO3p68ZRdtHksqS_HeTfv19uh0eHy-zgLWCFVTtaRvgEzic5I7CJ8CONC-L-h0GY05oZAjTmZvidDT_ig7MnfrSRepYuG7NOJnX_jRFnYFFuiOxy2oISK76o6hW5BNScqOT0Xqc8M8Y/s72-c/P7130056.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6968479505903674464.post-3061350291569522938</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Mar 2012 16:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-03-12T11:59:23.775-05:00</atom:updated><title>Someday My Prince Will Come!</title><atom:summary type="text">Did you ever play dress up as a little girl?&amp;nbsp; Were you a princess waiting for your prince charming to ride in and carry you off into the sunset?

I remember a friend and I would put on those plastic high heel shoes&amp;nbsp;you could buy at the store just for such an&amp;nbsp;occasion of playing dress up.&amp;nbsp; Long dresses, fake fur, ribbons, jewelry and of course the lipstick.&amp;nbsp; We would </atom:summary><link>http://women-encouraged.blogspot.com/2012/03/someday-my-prince-will-come.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Linda)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjYoJu21yuci7snFamY5HsNU1NXC82cO6ZrPTFuWSTpOywjl2_VMqCre-Hkk-Fx4b2XQiP5dA5WGLGzEsSu53n9BcEHDijj2xnH2AMm3VDtCA85zzl3t_87UbT-5C2H1ZDSlz9DZM6BQhg/s72-c/PB240033.JPG" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>