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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0QDSH85eSp7ImA9WhVSGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656999864486336434</id><updated>2012-03-15T17:42:59.121-05:00</updated><category term="driver" /><category term="cancer" /><category term="trust" /><category term="relationship" /><category term="peace" /><category term="hurt" /><category term="drive" /><category term="prayers" /><category term="purpose" /><category term="Christmas" /><category term="divorce" /><category term="marriage" /><category term="child-like" /><category term="joy" /><category term="faith" /><category term="depression" /><category term="forgiveness" /><category term="rejection" /><category term="infidelity" /><category term="destiny" /><category term="hope" /><category term="life" /><category term="lifestyle" /><category term="regrets" /><category term="truth" /><category term="Christ" /><category term="destination" /><category term="desperate" /><category term="emotion" /><category term="strength" /><category term="patience" /><category term="feelings" /><category term="story lessons" /><category term="shortcuts" /><category term="power" /><category term="praise" /><category term="new year" /><category term="direction" /><category term="traffic jam" /><category term="Jesus" /><category term="love" /><category term="sadness" /><title>Life-Story Lessons</title><subtitle type="html">Inspirational narratives about real life issues and concerns to teach lessons that encourage and inspire readers to apply faith and hope in Jesus Christ to face life's challenges.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-storyteller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://his-storyteller.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>QUEEN PHILLIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQxfvFaGoRc/SmTcaVeTa7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VzidQ9Y_SS0/S220/qpfocused.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</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/blogspot/qUlPM" /><feedburner:info uri="blogspot/qulpm" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEcNRnwyeyp7ImA9Wx9QEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1656999864486336434.post-1323847424538624062</id><published>2010-12-25T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-25T09:48:17.293-06:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-25T09:48:17.293-06:00</app:edited><title>Season of Sadness</title><link rel="related" href="http://queenefphillips.com/wordpress/?page_id=338" title="Season of Sadness" /><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://his-storyteller.blogspot.com/feeds/1323847424538624062/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://his-storyteller.blogspot.com/2010/12/season-of-sadness.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656999864486336434/posts/default/1323847424538624062?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1656999864486336434/posts/default/1323847424538624062?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/blogspot/qUlPM/~3/TD0qDallx4M/season-of-sadness.html" title="Season of Sadness" /><author><name>QUEEN PHILLIPS</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_MQxfvFaGoRc/SmTcaVeTa7I/AAAAAAAAAIo/VzidQ9Y_SS0/S220/qpfocused.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><content type="html">Season of Sadness
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Her twenty-minute drive to the office is sometimes 30-40 minutes if she doesn’t leave at a certain time each morning. Well, that is the challenge for Courtney: Driving into work on Monday, late, still groggy…
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Queen E. F. Phillips





My friend, Marsha did everything she could to make her husband happy. But instead he became more distant and coldhearted. His glaring dark eyes pierced her soul like arrows tossed at a dartboard every time he looked at her. The verbal abuse became unbearable. His raging insults caused her pint-size self-esteem to evaporate like boiling water. 


Marsha chose not to 
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Alexis’ view at 30,000 feet afforded her the opportunity to see from a different perspective. As she stared out of the small window on the Boeing 737 the Word of God captured her thoughts. 

Isaiah 40:22, “God sits above the circle of the earth. The people below seem like grasshoppers to him! He spreads out the heavens like a curtain and makes his tent from them.” 



After fifteen years of 
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