<?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-5772875</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:31:26.292-06:00</updated><title type='text'>sun2maro</title><subtitle type='html'>A place to sort out thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-1962141251537665925</id><published>2008-11-30T07:57:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T08:01:00.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Aunt</title><summary type='text'>Vera Lea CrainVera Lea Crain, age 68 years, 11 months and one day, of Morrisville, Missouri, passed away on Friday, November 28, 2008, in Cox South Medical Center in Springfield, Missouri, from cancer. She was born December 27, 1939, in Macedonia, Illinois, to Wilford and Versa Hall Johnson. She was a homemaker and a retired Beauty Operator. She was a member of the Morrisville Methodist Church in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/1962141251537665925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/1962141251537665925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#1962141251537665925' title='My Aunt'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_97k8aoSXZ0k/STKqphcbhqI/AAAAAAAAAhs/KZf2dE3mtOc/s72-c/aunt+vera.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-805976618322130797</id><published>2008-11-30T07:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:51:38.225-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gose, Aileen Holder     Aileen Holder Gose, 80, of Las Cruces, N.M., died Tuesday, Nov 25, 2008, at the home where she was born on Aug. 13, 1928, to Samuel and Mae Aileen Holder. She was a resident of Las Cruces all her life, graduating from NMSU in 1948 with a B.A. and in 1969 with an M.A. She began teaching in the Las Cruces Public Schools in 1948, retiring as an educational diagnostician after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/805976618322130797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/805976618322130797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#805976618322130797' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97k8aoSXZ0k/STKodKMLP1I/AAAAAAAAAhk/3uB08U8hU4M/s72-c/Aillen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-3011542733564002845</id><published>2008-11-30T07:17:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T07:20:43.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Cousin's Obituary</title><summary type='text'>Black Published November 29, 2008 10:20 pm -William Anthony Black1963-2008William Anthony (Tony) Black, age 45, was born March 14, 1963 in Springfield, MO, to James O. and Juliet C. (Hagale) Black. He passed from this life on Thursday, November 27, 2008 in Muskogee, OK.Tony graduated from high school in Bartlesville, OK and then attended NEO receiving an Associate Degree in Electronics. He was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/3011542733564002845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/3011542733564002845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#3011542733564002845' title='My Cousin&apos;s Obituary'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_97k8aoSXZ0k/STKhG45gu7I/AAAAAAAAAhU/uIlmOSLjQ-U/s72-c/tony.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-6722064825036437060</id><published>2008-09-15T11:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T12:04:51.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Valet Parking</title><summary type='text'>In Frank Viola's book he makes the analogy of God's Will being a parking lot in which we choose where to park as opposed to a train track where we choose the right train that is God's Will.He brings up the subject of "family planning" and not using birth control.  I think both his couples in his analogy are choosing parking places that may or may not be in God's moral will-- Viola seems to think </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/6722064825036437060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/6722064825036437060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6722064825036437060' title='Valet Parking'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-116074490511096908</id><published>2006-10-13T07:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-10-13T07:08:25.146-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mistress</title><summary type='text'>I saw her coming.  From down the way with her smooth lips and sparkly eyes.  She glittered with shameless decoration and even as I glanced away repulsed, he leaned forward, eager to view more.  The distant sight of her began a boiling anger in me, spark of jealousy fueled by fear.  Couldn't we take a different path?  Perhaps this road wouldn't pass us by her door.  But it seemed there she was at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/116074490511096908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/116074490511096908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2006_10_01_archive.html#116074490511096908' title='The Mistress'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-115155048659910336</id><published>2006-06-28T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:08:06.600-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheppard Software - Online Games and More</title><summary type='text'>Sheppard Software - Online Games and More</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/115155048659910336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/115155048659910336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115155048659910336' title='Sheppard Software - Online Games and More'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-115155038731733648</id><published>2006-06-28T21:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T21:06:27.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</title><summary type='text'>Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/115155038731733648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/115155038731733648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115155038731733648' title='Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112972857213913894</id><published>2005-10-19T07:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-19T07:29:32.190-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Acquaintance...  </title><summary type='text'>Deonn Fay Arnold   (April 26, 1957 - October 14, 2005)  Deonn Fay Arnold transitioned from this Earth walk into the  next phase of her journey on Friday morning, October 14, 2005. Deonn was a  long-time advocate, confronting violence against women and children in Las  Cruces and the surrounding areas. She is survived by family, many friends, and  will be dearly missed by the whole community. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112972857213913894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112972857213913894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112972857213913894' title='Another Acquaintance...  '/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112947237425815841</id><published>2005-10-16T08:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-10-16T08:19:34.296-06:00</updated><title type='text'>none</title><summary type='text'>Obituaries  &lt;!-- Page Headings --&gt; &lt;!-- Main Heading --&gt;            Sheldon        P. Podruchny (January 25, 1968 - September 14, 2005)                Sheldon P. Podruchny, 37, of Las Cruces, died        Wednesday, Sept. 14, 2005. He was born Jan 25, 1968 in Winslow, AZ to        Peter and Connie Podruchny. He loved composing and recording music,        painting, photography, and writing stories.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112947237425815841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112947237425815841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112947237425815841' title='none'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112688370479401492</id><published>2005-09-15T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:54:45.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"Not yet born" for such a time as this....</title><summary type='text'>Mordecai's enouraging phrase to Ester about being queen "for just such a time as this" has me thinking about God's providence and absolute rule over His creatation-- including the unborn and my body.  Sitting here at 17 days past my "due date" has made ripples...  people are talking, wondering, and watching.  What will happen?  I have to make sure I am super diligent about not letting other's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112688370479401492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112688370479401492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688370479401492' title='&quot;Not yet born&quot; for such a time as this....'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112670647873086427</id><published>2005-09-14T07:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-09-14T08:01:18.773-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming a Woman</title><summary type='text'>As my blog byline suggests-- this is the place I sort out thoughts.  And right now I've a lot of thoughts to sort through.  First of all I woke up this morning angry.  I didn't even know at who.  But I've come to realize after pointing the finger at others it's myself I'm angry at.Yesterday I became the kind of woman I detest and hoped to not become. Perhaps there's only one kind of woman and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112670647873086427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112670647873086427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112670647873086427' title='Becoming a Woman'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112490212896590190</id><published>2005-08-24T10:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T10:48:49.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tender Moments</title><summary type='text'>This morning my 11 year old son made a "pillow  nest" and invited his 4 year old brother and 2 year old sister to join him while  he read Garfield to them.  How precious to my heart was this sight.   How does God view it when we take a few thougthful moments and spend time with  others?  How much does God long for us to curl up in the "pillow nest" He  made and spend time with Him?  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112490212896590190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112490212896590190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112490212896590190' title='Tender Moments'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112006530433102681</id><published>2005-06-29T11:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:15:04.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing</title><summary type='text'>I'm testing the features on my blog that will 1)  Publish to my blog from my email and 2) Notify Daryl of when I publish to my  blog.    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112006530433102681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112006530433102681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112006530433102681' title='Testing'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-112006014043740583</id><published>2005-06-29T08:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:20:11.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>TRULY Mommy Madness</title><summary type='text'>This has to be the one of the most hopeless articles I have read recently--Mommy MadnessThe author was probably just having a bad day.  Her values and image of what a "good mother" should look like are based on her middle class American culture which appears to revere education, wealth, leisure, recreation, athletics at the same as being non-offensive, creative and non-stressed-- ALL AT THE SAME </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112006014043740583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/112006014043740583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112006014043740583' title='TRULY Mommy Madness'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-111886894043540335</id><published>2005-06-15T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T14:55:40.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease -- Voltaire</title><summary type='text'>My 7 year old knows this.  As she was recovering from suffering a concussion this weekend, several times she said, "Mommy, I need something to get my mind off my headache."  She wants to be doctor (and an artist) when she grows up.  Medicine will be better if she goes into practice!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/111886894043540335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/111886894043540335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111886894043540335' title='The art of medicine consists of amusing the patient while nature cures the disease -- Voltaire'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-111885941010562938</id><published>2005-06-15T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T12:16:50.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Isn't Good for Families</title><summary type='text'>I have long known that if one goes to church on Sunday they will face many challenges keeping their family together for the morning.  The babies aren't welcome in the "Adult" service, children will be invited (many times without consulting parents) to a class for their age-- where even siblings will be spilt up.  As your family goes through this every Sunday, where married people are supposedly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/111885941010562938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/111885941010562938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111885941010562938' title='Church Isn&apos;t Good for Families'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-110331054532997379</id><published>2004-12-17T12:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-12-17T12:09:05.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Soy Articles</title><summary type='text'>Mothering Magazine Article: Whole Soy Story The Dark Side of America's Favorite Health FoodThe Food Revolution</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/110331054532997379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/110331054532997379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110331054532997379' title='Soy Articles'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-110081131773142807</id><published>2004-11-18T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T13:55:32.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Side of Light</title><summary type='text'>The Dark Side of LightHealthWorld Online - healthy news - With More Night Light Comes A Greater Risk of LeukemiaNight Shift Increases Cancer Risk and Beware of Daylight Savings Time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/110081131773142807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/110081131773142807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110081131773142807' title='The Dark Side of Light'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-109422273196855006</id><published>2004-09-03T08:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-09-03T08:45:31.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter to a friend</title><summary type='text'>I don't know if I'll give this to my friend, but it's what I'd say...Dear ____,You told me yesterday that you are mad at God.  I know it's not the first time and probably won't be the last but I thought you should know how I feel when you say that.  It's as if you are saying you are mad at my father (earthly father).  Like you think he purposely went up to your dying brother-in-law and pushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/109422273196855006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/109422273196855006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109422273196855006' title='Letter to a friend'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-109154348062679593</id><published>2004-08-03T07:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T08:34:30.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>He is like a tree planted by streams of water Psalm 1:3</title><summary type='text'>I like trees.  But I wish they'd grow faster.  I want to plant a shade today and have shade tomorrow.  Yet even the tree planted by water will take time to grow.I have a friend who was telling me about something she'd heard on a television program about our brain development and the perception of time.  We all know time gets faster as we get older.  I was at a grocery store the other day and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/109154348062679593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/109154348062679593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154348062679593' title='He is like a tree planted by streams of water Psalm 1:3'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-109033486316740754</id><published>2004-07-20T08:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T09:19:11.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Yin-Yang of Christianity</title><summary type='text'>      We've been learning about the South Korean Flag at our dojang. As a "good" western Christian, I was always a little suspious of that circle in the middle that I recognized from my childhood PBS viewing days.  Somewhere I was told it was associated with Eastern Mystisim and should be frowned upon.   As I drove to my class I was listening to Pastor Cole.  There was a man who struggled </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/109033486316740754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/109033486316740754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109033486316740754' title='The Yin-Yang of Christianity'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-107608037476283605</id><published>2004-02-06T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T08:14:37.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Saints' Rest</title><summary type='text'>How will it fill our souls with perpetual joy, to think that in the streams of this [The Redeemer's] blood we have swum through the violence of the world, the snares of Satan, the seductions of flesh, the curse of the law, the wrath of an offended God, the accusations of a guilty conscience, and the vexing doubts and fears of an unbelieving heart, and are arrived safely at the presence of God! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/107608037476283605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/107608037476283605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608037476283605' title='From Saints&apos; Rest'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106934353397141242</id><published>2003-11-20T08:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-11-20T08:52:39.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Birth....   the word bursts from the lips as a baby from his mother's womb.  I know, I've seen it!  We've just return from assisting my new nephew's arrival into the world.  My 7 year old filmed it (perfectly!) while I jogged to the kitchen to snatched the 19 month old big brother from his high chair so he could watch his little brother's grand enterance.  My sister labored like a pro.  It </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106934353397141242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106934353397141242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106934353397141242' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106691945967656969</id><published>2003-10-23T08:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T08:30:59.423-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Waking Up</title><summary type='text'>I love the mornings that I can spend in my bedroom while the children wake up.  I've always "missed" the kids when they are asleep. When they wake up I get so excited and give hugs and smiles.  The baby often wakes up first.  Today she woke up happy as usual and ready to play.  As I grabbed her up I had a sudden thought.  This sweet fellowship, this tender love is this not what God created us for</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106691945967656969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106691945967656969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106691945967656969' title='Waking Up'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106683948438438049</id><published>2003-10-22T10:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T10:18:04.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The most beautiful prayers</title><summary type='text'>Some prayers from http://www.prayforterri.net/Tuesday 10/21/2003 4:32:45am  Name: David K Email:  Prayer: God,I know I haven't said a prayer in a long time, and even when I did it was never for anything important. I'm sure that lately I haven't been deserving of much that I ask for, but this time the prayer isn't for me. Lord, I just want you to walk with Terri's family and help keep them </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106683948438438049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106683948438438049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683948438438049' title='The most beautiful prayers'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106683289333283859</id><published>2003-10-22T08:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T08:30:26.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Does God Not kill People Good Enough?</title><summary type='text'>I was thinking about this yesterday as Terri's life hung in the balance as these politicians were voting about whether she should be starved to death.  Didn't God know when she had that heart thing thirteen years ago she wouldn't be able to swallow?  Shouldn't He have just ended her life, He could've, He's God!  But He didn't.  We hear about this all the time, people who are alive but dead.  Why </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106683289333283859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106683289333283859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683289333283859' title='Does God Not kill People Good Enough?'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106683193886116109</id><published>2003-10-22T08:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-22T08:12:18.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'>We trust them both!</title><summary type='text'>Thank you Jim King.  You're decision to err on the side of Terri is very commendable.  Thank you Lord.  Please help us get this mess straighten out!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106683193886116109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106683193886116109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106683193886116109' title='We trust them both!'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106666948606052569</id><published>2003-10-20T11:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T11:05:37.220-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Who would you trust with your child's life?</title><summary type='text'>The guy who "Last year he wrote an amendment to the Advanced Directives Law expanding the definition of 'proxy.'  'The way it reads now, a total and complete stranger that doesn't even know the patient, can come into the institution and say it's in the patient's best interest to die – that was his contribution to the law,' said Pat."orThe guy who "sensed the urgency of Terri's plight and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666948606052569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666948606052569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666948606052569' title='Who would you trust with your child&apos;s life?'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106666905770578870</id><published>2003-10-20T10:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:57:37.053-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Daryl's Just Full of Interesting Info</title><summary type='text'>Here's a link Daryl sent me about the former spam king.What he's doing now.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666905770578870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666905770578870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666905770578870' title='Daryl&apos;s Just Full of Interesting Info'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106666780949430487</id><published>2003-10-20T10:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:41:01.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Article About Terri's Starvation</title><summary type='text'>Here's a good summary of the lastest...Notice Jim King's Hospice Ties</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666780949430487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666780949430487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666780949430487' title='Article About Terri&apos;s Starvation'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106666619785731698</id><published>2003-10-20T10:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:43:18.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Florida's Legislature's Home page</title><summary type='text'> View Legislature of FloridaI can't find anything about Terri's Bill though... hmmm.... I guess it will happen this afternoon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666619785731698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666619785731698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666619785731698' title='Florida&apos;s Legislature&apos;s Home page'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106666529909211863</id><published>2003-10-20T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T10:02:51.906-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Hope Fulfilled</title><summary type='text'>The starving of Terri may stop!______________________________________________The Number to Call is  850-488-6026   PRESS RELEASESpecial Session Called in State LegislatureSpeaker of the House, Johnnie Byrd to introduce “Terri’s Bill” Clearwater, FL October 19, 2003: The Governor of Florida, Jeb Bush, has called a special session of the Florida Legislature for Monday, October 20, 2003. At</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666529909211863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106666529909211863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106666529909211863' title='A Hope Fulfilled'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106631722719717818</id><published>2003-10-16T09:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-16T09:13:47.210-06:00</updated><title type='text'>God Loves You</title><summary type='text'>As I was cleaning today I threw away some little things my children had made and given to me as presents.  I simply can not keep everything they scribble on, glue or duct tape and present to me as a gift.  Anyway as I was doing this I made sure I put it deep in the trash so they couldn't see it (yes, I was feeling guilty!).  I was thinking why I didn't want them to see me throw it away. ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106631722719717818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106631722719717818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106631722719717818' title='God Loves You'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106539588105532222</id><published>2003-10-05T17:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T13:11:08.080-06:00</updated><title type='text'>More Power(point) to you!</title><summary type='text'>PowerPoint Is EvilPower Corrupts.PowerPoint Corrupts Absolutely.PowerPoint Remix (parody of Edward R. Tufte's "Cognitive Style of PowerPoint"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106539588105532222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106539588105532222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106539588105532222' title='More Power(point) to you!'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106437426854308854</id><published>2003-09-23T22:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T22:22:35.673-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play Monopoly...or My Way of Ministry is Better</title><summary type='text'>When I told the kids we'd play a game of Monopoly somehow the message a couple of them received was  "Mom wants to play a game let's chose one".  Since my whole goal was just to spend time with them I didn't really care about which game (though since my kids are old enough to beat me in Monopoly I like the challenge, even if they trade all their property to get Boardwalk when Park Place hasn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106437426854308854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106437426854308854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437426854308854' title='Let&apos;s Play Monopoly...or My Way of Ministry is Better'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106437432106238755</id><published>2003-09-23T21:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T21:32:00.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Telling Your IC pastor your leaving</title><summary type='text'>We just had our pastor and his wife over for dinner and explained a little bit of how we believe God is leading us to "plant" a house church. I think it went very well. They seem supportive and of course concerned that we stay connected with believers. They asked when we are going to start and my husband diffused the question with "We sort of already have... with the relationships we're building.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106437432106238755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106437432106238755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437432106238755' title='Telling Your IC pastor your leaving'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106435047982317778</id><published>2003-09-23T14:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T17:38:18.616-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections on an overcast, anxious afternoon...</title><summary type='text'>Dinner guests tonight.  "Important" guests that we want to feel welcome, to like us and feel blessed because they came.  Children who'd think stringing the dinning room and kitchen with orange yarn is the funnest thing they've done in a week, a  large stinky goat who decide take up residence on our front porch, and a small baby who cries if I'm laying down beside her...  I think I'm going to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106435047982317778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106435047982317778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106435047982317778' title='Reflections on an overcast, anxious afternoon...'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106385600644625503</id><published>2003-09-17T21:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T21:38:34.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing new... except I'm a little smarter</title><summary type='text'>I configured my own web server tonight... the php and mysql run FFLLAAWWLLEESSLLYY!  Yeah!  I didn't think I could do it... Daryl didn't either and tried to take over...  sweet guy ; ).I have no profound thoughts tonight.  They were all sucked out of my brain by this mind candy of a book I read yesterday.  "The Guardian"  by Nicholas Sparks.  I wouldn't run out and pay money to read this book </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106385600644625503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106385600644625503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385600644625503' title='Nothing new... except I&apos;m a little smarter'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106368122837843858</id><published>2003-09-15T21:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:08:23.486-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno Test</title><summary type='text'>Results are no surprize to anyone that knows me....The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)ExtremeLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)HighLevel 2 (Lustful)Very LowLevel 3 (Gluttonous)HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very LowLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)LowLevel 6 - The City of Dis (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106368122837843858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106368122837843858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106368122837843858' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno Test'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106366940437739642</id><published>2003-09-15T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T17:51:17.030-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cute things my kids say:</title><summary type='text'>Zach (age 2): Looking at the watermelon on the counter Wow!  Huge 'mato (tomato)!Zach:After his sister puts socks on him Can't see feet!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106366940437739642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106366940437739642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106366940437739642' title='Cute things my kids say:'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106364670160976342</id><published>2003-09-15T11:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T11:26:01.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, I'm Back...poor lonely blog</title><summary type='text'>Yes, she was deserted for almost a week poor blogly.We were in Colorado for a few days.  The memory of the beauty pierces my soul... such majesty are those mountains!  How delicate the green valleys and glimmering pools.  Oh to reach out and touch those white mountain caps.  Being in the valley and seeing the grass up close is nice and fingering the snow tells my brain to wear gloves.  But </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106364670160976342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106364670160976342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364670160976342' title='Ah, I&apos;m Back...poor lonely blog'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106313071778586654</id><published>2003-09-09T12:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T14:27:26.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What shall we do with the drunken sailor?</title><summary type='text'>A drunk sailor.  He can't pull he weight or do his job, he interferes with the people doing their job and he just might throw up on your shoe.  You're stuck with him on a boat until you dock.  When the sea is calm and there's not much to do you might just avoid him.  But when the storm is on the horizen you want to depend on him... but you can't.  A pastor that isn't a good preacher, doesn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106313071778586654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106313071778586654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106313071778586654' title='What shall we do with the drunken sailor?'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106312928904891609</id><published>2003-09-09T11:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T11:53:55.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Women in "church" leadership=Potty Talk</title><summary type='text'>My real thoughts never before put into digital format about women in church leadership.  This is my postmodern thinking at finest....Since there are many rabbits we could chase here like what is church and what is leadership, lets settle on something broad and unesoteric-- church meaning an institutional organization with a CEO pastor/preacher "in charge", vp deacons and a "board" of elders.... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106312928904891609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106312928904891609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106312928904891609' title='Women in &quot;church&quot; leadership=Potty Talk'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106306501272404948</id><published>2003-09-08T17:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T17:50:26.993-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I learned a lesson yesterday... never write weird blog entries thinking you can change them later because that will be the day you internet connection goes down and you can't edit anything....Oh well.  Here's an interesting site http://bookcrossing.com I think I'll try it.  Apparently you "release" a book or "hunt" for a book.   </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106306501272404948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106306501272404948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106306501272404948' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106294615736898283</id><published>2003-09-07T08:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-07T08:49:17.276-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to "church" we go</title><summary type='text'>If we ARE the church why are we GOING to church?What is this place that is directed by one man with a gift for pastoring?How much work does it take to put on these productions every week?Can a women have the gift of pastoring if she doesn't have a penis?The questions I could ask....  but we're running late for "church"  how can we run late for something late we ARE?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106294615736898283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106294615736898283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106294615736898283' title='Off to &quot;church&quot; we go'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106290846294148550</id><published>2003-09-06T22:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T22:21:02.970-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Being a part/member of an Institutional Church</title><summary type='text'>We're pondering the necessity or value of being a member or some part of an "institutional church".  By "institutional church" I mean the Sunday centered, pastor leader, building="house of God", children separated from parents during worship services type "church".  We have a vision of people loving God, using their gifts, loving each other gathering whenever, wherever, often without the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106290846294148550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106290846294148550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106290846294148550' title='Being a part/member of an Institutional Church'/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106290347189110671</id><published>2003-09-06T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T20:58:05.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Better to be on the corner of the roof.....  yeah, Daryl's Blog is up!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106290347189110671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106290347189110671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106290347189110671' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106289260752148660</id><published>2003-09-06T17:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T17:56:47.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To Sara:Happy Birthday!  I hope you have a great 31st b-day! and at least 69 more!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106289260752148660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106289260752148660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106289260752148660' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106289210186408512</id><published>2003-09-06T17:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T17:48:55.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When's Daryl going to get his blog going?...... it's been over 24 hours now!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106289210186408512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106289210186408512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106289210186408512' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106288252914848091</id><published>2003-09-06T15:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T17:27:45.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Last week's sermon at Sierra Vista Community Church"When You're Overwhelmed" (What to do when... Part 1)*Let go of the need to control the situationGod's plan is:--&gt;Often different than your plan--&gt;Often more painful then your plan--&gt;Always bigger than your plan*Let others help you out*Let God give you strengthWhere to find strength:--&gt;by praising God for His goodness--&gt;By </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106288252914848091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106288252914848091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288252914848091' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106288156224615964</id><published>2003-09-06T14:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T15:09:54.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now for something completely different...I just cleaned off a "hot spot"-- thanks Flylady!  My nightstand/husband's desk/baby's changing table was piled high... if read this before you see it, be sure and notice Daryl!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106288156224615964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106288156224615964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106288156224615964' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106287969196532566</id><published>2003-09-06T14:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T17:29:10.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Inner Ring Chapter Summary"The Weight of Glory"-- In the essay The Inner Ring, Jack (as C.S. Lewis preferred his friends to call him-- I hope I'm not offending my mentor by considering him a friend) analyzes, as only he can, the social desires to be a part of what's going on--  being on the inside, being one the guys or "in the know".  My favorite lines in this chapter: "Of all passions the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106287969196532566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106287969196532566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106287969196532566' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106281133179269451</id><published>2003-09-05T19:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:23:40.306-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Online Spiritual Types TestHere's a fun test: SPIRITUAL TYPES TESTThis is my result:You are a Sage, characterized by a thinking or head spirituality. You value responsibility, logic, and order. Maybe that's why you were voted "Most Dependable" by your high school classmates. Structure and organization are important to you. What would the world be like without you? Chaos, that's what! Your </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106281133179269451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106281133179269451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106281133179269451' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106279839762716065</id><published>2003-09-05T15:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:23:10.770-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Later that DayOkay.  This blog will not interest everybody and perhaps nobody.  But that's okay.  It's my place where I can think outloud.  I'm currently reading "The Weight of Glory" by C.S. Lewis.  I will give a brief summary of each of the chapters as I re-read them and allow them to "soak in".  Have you ever had that feeling in reading a particular author that they say in one sentence more</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106279839762716065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106279839762716065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106279839762716065' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5772875.post-106278769596492136</id><published>2003-09-05T12:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T14:24:31.203-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First PostWell, I'm finally getting with the program and setting up my own blog... Daryl?   Your turn.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106278769596492136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5772875/posts/default/106278769596492136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sun2maro.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106278769596492136' title=''/><author><name>sun2maro</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07159384449329722664</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></entry></feed>
