<?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: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-3276851966084097863</id><updated>2012-01-31T17:30:22.903-08:00</updated><category term='Analogy'/><title type='text'>Turn It - Around</title><subtitle type='html'>I love to write: poetry, analogies, nonsense. So this is kind of a creative outlet for me. But it is also a place where I want people to learn more about my Savior, Jesus Christ. So sometimes the posts are serious and sometimes not, but either way, I hope it brings a smile to your face and a message to the world. I hope you catch the fire and spread the flame for the glory of God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-6475033889805979225</id><published>2012-01-23T22:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:38:26.197-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Timing and Speech - John 1</title><summary type='text'>When the priests and Levites question John about who he was, he does not give them an answer which they expected. I find it interesting the humility with which John answers them. Instead of becoming puffed up and pretending to be someone of immense significance, such as the Christ, Elijah, or the Prophet,(which they asked him if he was) John says, "I am the voice of the one crying out in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/6475033889805979225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2012/01/timing-and-speech-john-1_23.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6475033889805979225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6475033889805979225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2012/01/timing-and-speech-john-1_23.html' title='Timing and Speech - John 1'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-6268948980828083305</id><published>2012-01-23T22:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-23T22:22:31.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Study and David Platt</title><summary type='text'>Began watching a session by David Platt,author of Radical and pastor of Brook Hills, recorded during his secret church service meeting. The portion I viewed discussed how to study the Bible. He made an interesting point of not just studying it to get an application. He said that should be the final step, not the initial step. I believe this is an easy pattern to fall into for most believers. Hope</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/6268948980828083305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2012/01/timing-and-speech-john-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6268948980828083305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6268948980828083305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2012/01/timing-and-speech-john-1.html' title='Bible Study and David Platt'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-427678773130477935</id><published>2011-06-08T09:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T09:59:54.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Procrastination Prevents Progress</title><summary type='text'>For too many years, I've allowed myself to think that progress simply happens. Now, if you asked me, "Do you just naturally get smarter and accomplish goals without effort?" I would reply, "Why, no, that's simply ludicrous!" But in reality, I've allowed myself to live that way. Yes, I've pursued goals that I've had and followed routines in order to achieve an education. However, it's much harder </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/427678773130477935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastination-prevents-progress.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/427678773130477935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/427678773130477935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/06/procrastination-prevents-progress.html' title='Procrastination Prevents Progress'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-2306260557888480994</id><published>2011-04-06T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T09:37:56.403-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's My Motivation - - Accolades?</title><summary type='text'>What is my motivation for helping those in my family?I think when I was younger and, sadly, even throughout many of my teen and young adult years it has been to hear a "Well-done." I enjoy recognition and proving my worth. A very interesting thought hit me recently: Do I serve for the person or for the praise? Seriously, though, do I sacrifice my time and energy in order to make someone's life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/2306260557888480994/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-my-motivation-accolades.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2306260557888480994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2306260557888480994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/04/whats-my-motivation-accolades.html' title='What&apos;s My Motivation - - Accolades?'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-2872993005212540449</id><published>2011-02-19T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T15:50:36.579-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a Stand: Take Courage</title><summary type='text'>(referring to Martin Luther King Jr. during an address in Washington): "Nothing in his expression acknowledged the fact that death was waiting for him just around the corner. Perhaps he was genuinely unaware, in spite of the threats piling up around him. Perhaps instead, he'd come to terms with the fact that truth telling and dying often go hand in hand" (p. 212). Notes from the Underground: "</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/2872993005212540449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-stand-take-courage.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2872993005212540449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2872993005212540449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/02/taking-stand-take-courage.html' title='Taking a Stand: Take Courage'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-8862667159025385399</id><published>2011-01-28T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-28T18:02:51.652-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Attention Please</title><summary type='text'>"So Moses thought, 'I will go over and see this strange sight--why the bush does not burn up.'" (Ex. 3).Moses. Yep, we all know who he is. The man God rescued as a baby, had brought up in Pharoah's house, and who he used to lead his people across the wilderness in a mighty way. We're pretty familiar with the story. I thought I was too, but as I was reading Sproul, a new angle came to mind. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/8862667159025385399/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/01/attention-please.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8862667159025385399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8862667159025385399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/01/attention-please.html' title='Attention Please'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-7323972592970521249</id><published>2011-01-13T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T08:13:51.894-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sincerely Wrong</title><summary type='text'>Many people think they are going to heaven. If you ask them, "Where will you go when you die?" they will reply, "To heaven." But if you press the issue, they usually add, "Well, most likely I will." They're not completely sure, but hoping real hard. I met a man like this on a plane once. And he was just one story out of many that I've heard. It always makes me sad.Jesus says we can know for sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/7323972592970521249/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/01/sincerely-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/7323972592970521249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/7323972592970521249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2011/01/sincerely-wrong.html' title='Sincerely Wrong'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-4367839484726268304</id><published>2010-09-24T21:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-25T18:44:08.362-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Grateful for the Gospel</title><summary type='text'>For too much of my life I took the Gospel for granted. I didn't realize how blessed I am to be God's child. I think three things have since altered my opinion:1. Education about the Gospel.2. Education about my depravity.3. Education of how few have heard.Growing up in the Bible Belt, I did not fully appreciate my salvation until I was older. Being Raised in a Christian home,having attended a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/4367839484726268304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/09/grateful-for-gospel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/4367839484726268304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/4367839484726268304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/09/grateful-for-gospel.html' title='Grateful for the Gospel'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-6870933903559132301</id><published>2010-09-12T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-12T20:43:05.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Set Apart: Glorifying God Matters</title><summary type='text'>I have been consumed with a phrase from Scripture. It's found in Romans' first chapter. Interesting is Paul often opens his epistles with a reference to being an apostle by the will of God. We are called to be God's disciples by the will of God. We are chosen by Him to be His children. I am called by God. A fascinating thought indeed! I have been reading in Romans lately. This book is so amazing!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/6870933903559132301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-lifes-calling.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6870933903559132301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6870933903559132301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/09/my-lifes-calling.html' title='Set Apart: Glorifying God Matters'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-2886919183434624904</id><published>2010-09-07T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-07T22:51:00.105-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Always Enough</title><summary type='text'>Though the way is longAnd the road is rough, Yet I know that my GodIs always enough.Though the way is hard,I can't see each bend,Still I know that my GodIs there til the end. Chorus:God is with me every hour,By my side he'll ever stay.And He keeps me by his powerHe will never go away. God is good, he seesEach moment I cry.God is good, He'll watchme close with his Eye. Verse 2:Though my life is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/2886919183434624904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/09/though-way-is-long-and-road-is-rough.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2886919183434624904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2886919183434624904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/09/though-way-is-long-and-road-is-rough.html' title='God is Always Enough'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-8079442536286448460</id><published>2010-08-31T07:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T08:51:17.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God is not a God of Lipservice</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 55-58 Notice the context: these are God's words to His people, his people who have rebelled, mainly.Several verses especially encourage me: - 55:6-11 Given a chance to repent! Promise of his word not returning empty but accomplishing his purpose and succeeding in the thing for which he sent it. - 56:6-7 "And the foreigners who join themselves to the LORD, to minister to him, to love the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/8079442536286448460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-is-not-god-of-lipservice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8079442536286448460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8079442536286448460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/god-is-not-god-of-lipservice.html' title='God is not a God of Lipservice'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-6248581991975238715</id><published>2010-08-30T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-31T09:03:39.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Optional Obedience?</title><summary type='text'>Many Çhristians entertain an unrealistic view of God. They think of him as all mercy and not as holy and just. This misconception leads to grave consequences. It's as if they missed chapters 6-7 of Romans.  I think we so often are not very grateful for our salvation because we forget just how bad sin is: dehabilitating, wrecking, destroying, uprooting, etc. If we focused more on the truth about </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/6248581991975238715/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/optional-obedience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6248581991975238715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6248581991975238715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/optional-obedience.html' title='Optional Obedience?'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-4292168085291255421</id><published>2010-08-23T16:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-23T16:40:29.302-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Portrait of a PastorResolute forehead that may soften but doesn’t crack.A set chin that handles hard issues and sin of the flock.Kind eyes that see past the facade and into the heart.Lips that speak gracious words and that speak God’s words for God and not glory.Arms that wrap around the smelliest and most rebellious little child.Hands that give to the poor, comfort the sick, and that reach </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/4292168085291255421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-august-23-2010-portrait-of.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/4292168085291255421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/4292168085291255421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/monday-august-23-2010-portrait-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-506636275798533087</id><published>2010-08-21T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-21T14:23:38.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nine Reasons Why We Can Believe Scripture - Brian Edwards</title><summary type='text'>Many people attack the authenticity of Scripture in today's "No Absolute Truth" society. Knowing why we believe the Bible constitutes one of the most important weapons in the arsenal of the Christian's defense of the faith. Brian Edwards says,"We do not believe the Bible is true because archaelogists have proved it. We believe the Bible is true because of far stronger and more certain evidence. </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.sermonaudio.com/sermoninfo.asp?SID=113091325520' title='Nine Reasons Why We Can Believe Scripture - Brian Edwards'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/506636275798533087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/nine-reasons-why-we-can-believe.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/506636275798533087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/506636275798533087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/nine-reasons-why-we-can-believe.html' title='Nine Reasons Why We Can Believe Scripture - Brian Edwards'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-7560580766978336795</id><published>2010-08-10T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T15:27:30.877-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First Response - Christian</title><summary type='text'>First response. To me that means high priority; first importance; requiring an immediate response. When you're injured, you want to be helped immediately, no? Think how you would feel if someone got a call about your situation and said, "Well, I'm kinda watching a movie right now, can you give about half an hour? Then I'll see to it." What would you do? You would be completely frustrated and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/7560580766978336795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-response-christian.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/7560580766978336795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/7560580766978336795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-response-christian.html' title='First Response - Christian'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-8415777391407876811</id><published>2010-08-09T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:40:09.468-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Poem</title><summary type='text'>Looking back in RetrospectYou learn some things you'd not suspectSince He was with you all the way;So in your night you still had Day.God has led us where we'd beenFloundering - He took us inAnd didn't say, "That's it; you're done"But instead, "You're still my son."- - - - - - - - - - - --- - - - -- - -</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/8415777391407876811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8415777391407876811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8415777391407876811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/poem.html' title='A Poem'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-2492756757168876964</id><published>2010-08-04T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-04T13:17:45.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all</title><summary type='text'>Time. We don't have enough of it. I've been reading about commitment to Christ, evangelism, organization, and what to do with my down time. All of it thoroughly convicting. Why? Because God has shown me that I am a self-focused slug who isn't going to accomplish anything with her life unless I change my patterns. Patterns of thinking, patterns of focus, patterns of time spent. I am a very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/2492756757168876964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-is-either-lord-of-all-or-he-is.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2492756757168876964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2492756757168876964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/jesus-is-either-lord-of-all-or-he-is.html' title='Jesus is either Lord of all or he is not Lord at all'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-6527821957054664717</id><published>2010-08-03T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-09T20:48:28.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trivial Pursuits</title><summary type='text'>Hopelessness. I read it on the face of a teenage girl I saw in City Market. You read in the eyes of movie stars, of politicians, of millionaires: those who seem to have it all in the world's estimation. What do they have going for them than the vain opinions of those around them? While I was camping, I thought about the fact that we have hope. HOPE. Consider the untold numbers fighting and dying,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/6527821957054664717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/trivial-pursuits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6527821957054664717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/6527821957054664717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/08/trivial-pursuits.html' title='Trivial Pursuits'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-3272576385368714858</id><published>2010-07-20T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T15:36:24.165-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith</title><summary type='text'>Faith is the wedding band with which we have pledged ourselves to Christ.   Martin Luther.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/3272576385368714858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/3272576385368714858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/3272576385368714858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/faith.html' title='Faith'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-5462097497951067319</id><published>2010-07-15T20:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-16T13:07:24.242-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire Alarm</title><summary type='text'>Cooking. Harmless, painless, and usually quite fun. Usually. But some days it doesn't turn out so well. Last week, I was cooking eggs. And I made the fire alarm go off. Let's just say the tortilla and the burner decided to get acquainted. Well, the fire alarm went off. . . which is really embarrassing. But, eventually the smoke cleared out and the alarm quit beeping. Unlike my kitchen alarm, that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/5462097497951067319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/fire-alarm.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/5462097497951067319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/5462097497951067319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/fire-alarm.html' title='Fire Alarm'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-4494832554717144340</id><published>2010-07-15T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T13:54:11.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alexander Whyte</title><summary type='text'>"A life spent in the service of God and communion with Him is the most comfortable and pleasant life that anyone can live in this world." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/4494832554717144340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/alexander-whyte.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/4494832554717144340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/4494832554717144340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/alexander-whyte.html' title='Alexander Whyte'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-3523366595627080779</id><published>2010-07-07T13:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T14:18:48.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poetry Isn't for Wimps</title><summary type='text'>I went to a yardsale about a month ago and got a book of poetry. It is over 70 years old and has "101" poems. Pretty cool. What is interesting is the amount of famous male poets in the book. However, even though many famous poets have been male, try explaining the masculine characterstics of writing poetry to a group of Junior High Schoolers or to High Schoolers. I haven't tried it yet, but my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/3523366595627080779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/poetry-isnt-for-wimps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/3523366595627080779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/3523366595627080779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/poetry-isnt-for-wimps.html' title='Poetry Isn&apos;t for Wimps'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-2301839359084525423</id><published>2010-07-06T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T07:18:42.535-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Analogy'/><title type='text'>Sin is Like a Mess on the Floor</title><summary type='text'>Peanut butter sandwiches. They taste good, but the creation of the sandwich is the creation of a mess. You want the sandwich, but afterwards, it can be easy to be lazy. You don't feel like cleaning up after lunch. Why? Becuase it takes effort. You want to relax. However, as we all know, if you don't clean up the mess, then it is still there at dinner. Now, you can delay cleaning and just leave </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/2301839359084525423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/sin-is-like-mess-on-floor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2301839359084525423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/2301839359084525423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/07/sin-is-like-mess-on-floor.html' title='Sin is Like a Mess on the Floor'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-7449061877190364647</id><published>2010-06-27T21:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-27T21:40:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Taker</title><summary type='text'>Although you have often heard that you should give, which is true, certain instances exist where you should take. And not just a little. Take as much as possible.      When people around you offer words of advice and wisdom, instead of nodding your head politely and simply smiling at them, take them seriously. You never know when their advice might come in handy. So many people have so much to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/7449061877190364647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-taker.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/7449061877190364647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/7449061877190364647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2010/06/be-taker.html' title='Be a Taker'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-1149242810675633422</id><published>2009-08-10T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T19:20:17.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twinkle in you[r] i: it's not about you, you know</title><summary type='text'>Hum-Drum:The twinkle in you[r] i AwakenAriseBlinkSuprise  - - morning is hereAlready. Its hard to holdsteadyIronShaveEat what youcrave Then it's back:routineDoing the samethingonce more.       What I would like to know is what puts the twinkle in the hum-drum of your life? What puts the sparkle in your routine? Going to work today was the same old, same old. I work at a Doctor's office. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/1149242810675633422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2009/08/twinkle-in-your-i-its-not-about-you-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/1149242810675633422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/1149242810675633422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2009/08/twinkle-in-your-i-its-not-about-you-you.html' title='Twinkle in you[r] i: it&apos;s not about you, you know'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-8823421661480519921</id><published>2009-08-04T17:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T17:57:24.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking for Something with which to Fill Your Time?</title><summary type='text'>Praise the LORD! Praise God in His sanctuary; Praise Him in His mighty expanse. (2)Praise Him for His mighty deeds; Praise Him according to His excellent greatness.(3) Praise Him with trumpet sound; Praise Him with harp and lyre.(4) Praise Him with timbrel and dancing; Praise Him with stringed instruments and pipe. (5)Praise Him with loud cymbals; Praise Him with resounding cymbals. (6) Let </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/feeds/8823421661480519921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-for-something-with-which-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8823421661480519921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3276851966084097863/posts/default/8823421661480519921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurieabbott.blogspot.com/2009/08/looking-for-something-with-which-to.html' title='Looking for Something with which to Fill Your Time?'/><author><name>Laurie M. Abbott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11904865090324861204</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3276851966084097863.post-5276221158669741726</id><published>2009-08-04T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T14:54:44.545-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes, I wonder exactly what to do in life. I want to accomplish a lot of things, but mostly, I just want to live for the Lord. This blog, hopefully, will communicate my feelings about my God and will encourage the hearts of those who love Him as I do. I don't have many answers and I don't know specifically where my life will lead. However, I do know that every day I decide. 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