<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979</id><updated>2009-10-13T02:11:00.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bringing on the Rain</title><subtitle type='html'>"Tomorrow’s another day, And I’m thirsty anyway, So bring on the rain!"</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-8955667310236933347</id><published>2008-09-22T02:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:38:27.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wingspread</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"Wingspread" by A.W. Tozer&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; "To the earth-walking Christian,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; ankle-deep in dust,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; who has never seen heaven opened&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; or beheld a vision of God,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; this will seem all out of order,too&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; emotional, too extreme.&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; But it is the way of the strong&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; eagles of the kingdom, the prophets,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; the apostles, the reformers and revivalists.&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; These fly high and see far,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; and that they are not understood&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; is no great wonder.&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; The sky-loving eagle,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; screaming in the sun, may be a&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; puzzle to the contented&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; biddy scratching in the yard,&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; but that is no good&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande; color: rgb(255, 102, 102); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt; argument against the eagle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-8955667310236933347?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/8955667310236933347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=8955667310236933347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/8955667310236933347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/8955667310236933347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/09/wingspread.html' title='Wingspread'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-5160795117482590145</id><published>2008-09-22T02:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:33:53.863-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You for the Trials!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);" class="note_content clearfix"&gt; &lt;div&gt;My stomach is all full of knots even as I write. I'm trying to think biblically and it's tough with these emotions. But, you know? These emotions are God-given! He's allowed me to FEEL for a reason. GOD IS GOOD - all the time!

It's a lot easier saying the words of this song then living them:


I thank you, Lord,
for the trials that come my way.
In that way I can grow each day
as I let you lead,
And thank you, Lord,
for the patience those trials bring.
In that process of growing,
I can learn to care.

But it goes against the way
I am to put my human nature down
and let the Spirit take control of all I do.

'Cause when those trials come,
my human nature shouts the thing to do;
and God's soft prompting
can be easily ignored.


I thank you, Lord,
with each trial I feel inside,
that you're there to help,
lead and guide me away from wrong.
'Cause you promised, Lord,
that with every testing,
that your way of escaping is easier to bear.

But it goes against the way
I am to put my human nature down
and let the Spirit take control of all I do.

'Cause when those trials come,
my human nature shouts the thing to do;
and God's soft prompting
can be easily ignored.

I thank you, Lord,
for the victory that growing brings.
In surrender of everything
life is so worth while.
And I thank you, Lord,
that when everything's put in place,
out in front I can see your face,
and it's there you belong.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-5160795117482590145?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5160795117482590145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=5160795117482590145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/5160795117482590145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/5160795117482590145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/09/thank-you-for-trials.html' title='Thank You for the Trials!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-5595389534751927405</id><published>2008-09-22T02:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T02:34:59.921-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Still, My Soul!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;I cannot tell you how these words can soothe the heart! The melody itself fits the words so perfectly ... it's a still, somewhat somber melody. I know nothing of the author, but I can imagine she endured some things in her life.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Picture how it builds to the last stanza.  &lt;/span&gt;


&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;"Be Still, My Soul"&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; by Catharina von Schlegel, 1697-?&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Translated by Jane Borthwick, 1813-1897&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 1. Be still, my soul; the Lord is on thy side;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Bear patiently the cross of grief or pain;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Leave to thy God to order and provide;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;In every change He faithful will remain.&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Be still, my soul; thy best, thy heavenly, Friend&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Through thorny ways leads to a joyful end.&lt;/span&gt;


&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; 2. Be still, my soul; thy God doth undertake&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; To guide the future as He has the past.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Thy hope, thy confidence, let nothing shake;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; All now mysterious shall be bright at last.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Be still, my soul; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;the waves and winds still know
His voice who ruled them while He dwelt below.&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;
3. Be still, my soul, though dearest friends depart&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; And all is darkened in the vale of tears;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;Then shalt thou better know His love, His heart,&lt;/b&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Who comes to soothe thy sorrows and thy fears.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Be still, my soul; thy Jesus can repay&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; From His own fullness all He takes away.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;
4. Be still, my soul; the hour is hastening on&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When we shall be forever with the Lord,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; When disappointment, grief, and fear are gone,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Sorrow forgot, love's purest joys restored.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Be still, my soul; when change and tears are past,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;All safe and blessed we shall meet at last.&lt;/b&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;
5.  Be still, my soul: begin the song of praise&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; On earth, be leaving, to Thy Lord on high;&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Acknowledge Him in all thy words and ways,&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; So shall He view thee with a well pleased eye.&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt; Be still, my soul: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-family: verdana;"&gt;the Sun of life divine
Through passing clouds shall but more brightly shine.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-5595389534751927405?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/5595389534751927405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=5595389534751927405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/5595389534751927405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/5595389534751927405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/09/be-still-my-soul.html' title='Be Still, My Soul!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-6525481104270625021</id><published>2008-06-09T00:47:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T00:49:53.872-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='negative'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 22'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='positive'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 40'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Psalm 23'/><title type='text'>Positive Negativity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;There have been times in my life when I have been so “down” that I wonder where God is; I cry. I hurt. I hide. I’m sad. I seclude myself. I feel pain.&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; But, I feel like it’s something bad – like, it’s wrong for me to feel this way. &lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; But look at this …&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; “My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me? Why art thou so far from helping me, and from the words of my roaring? O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou hearest not; and in the night season, and am not silent.”&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; “be not far from me; for trouble is near; for there is none to help.”&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; “I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels”&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; “My strength is dried up like potsherd; and my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; and thou hast brought me into the dust of death”&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; “Deliver my soul from the sword”&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; The man after God’s own heart struggled with feelings of despair. Feelings of loneliness. All throughout the Psalms David talks about his sins, feeling forsaken, needing strength, wanting refuge, mentions his enemies, sorrows, etc. His “sorrow is continually before him.” &lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Is it wrong to have feelings of sadness? Are there times when we are in the Word and on our knees daily, but still feel despondent? &lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; Maybe the important part is not staying down, but getting back up. Sometimes we have to hit the bottom so we can push back up. Psalm 22 was an obvious “down” time in David’s life. But Psalm 22 is followed by Psalm 23 where God “restores his soul.” In Psalm 40, he’s brought up from the miry clay and his feet are placed on a solid rock … he has a new song in his heart.&lt;/span&gt;
 
&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt; It’s okay to feel pain, to hurt, to feel sadness. Even Jesus Christ pleaded with his Father to take the cup from Him. Asked Him why He had forsaken Him. Jesus wept. He felt sadness. Aren’t we to be Christ-like? Should we NOT feel pain? Pain is a gift from God. It helps us remember and helps us grow.&lt;/span&gt;

&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 102);"&gt;IT’S OKAY!!! It’s okay to have down times. I’m going to embrace pain, sadness, hurt, tears … Embracing them, through my tears, because it’s the pressure that makes an invaluable piece of coal into a precious diamond.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-6525481104270625021?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/6525481104270625021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=6525481104270625021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/6525481104270625021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/6525481104270625021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/06/positive-negativity.html' title='Positive Negativity'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-4753702666005367505</id><published>2008-05-06T11:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:23:24.699-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Tim McGraw'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='devotion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>TO MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is the kind of love I want to experience ... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;
&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;b&gt;TO MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt; (Garth Brooks)&lt;/b&gt;  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When the rain is blowing in your face
And the whole world is on your case
I could offer you a warm embrace
To make you feel my love  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;When the evening shadows and the star appear
And there is no one to dry your tears
I could hold you for a million years
To make you feel my love  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I know you haven't made your mind up yet
But I would never do you wrong
I've known it from the moment that we met
There's no doubt in my mind where you belong  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd go hungry, I'd go black and blue
I'd go crawling down the avenue
There ain't nothing that I wouldn't do
To make you feel my love  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;The storms are raging on rolling sea
And on the highway of regret
The winds of change are blowing wild and free
You ain't seen nothing like me yet  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;There ain't nothin' that I wouldn't do
Go to the ends of the earth for you
Make you happy make your dreams come true
To make you feel my love  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-4753702666005367505?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4753702666005367505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=4753702666005367505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/4753702666005367505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/4753702666005367505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-make-you-feel-my-love.html' title='TO MAKE YOU FEEL MY LOVE'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-7607622742846803034</id><published>2008-04-27T10:35:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T11:19:25.067-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='choices'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3 seconds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shadrach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Meshach'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Abednego'/><title type='text'>3 Seconds of Sin or Death?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;If you had the choice to sin for 3 seconds or die, what would &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;choose?


In Daniel 3, Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego chose death. They would rather DIE than dishonor the Lord. They were given the choice: bow before this image, or get thrown into the fiery furnace.


Consider this: Earlier in the book of Daniel in chapter 1, Daniel, Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego made another potential life-changing decision - they would not eat the king's meat. Think about it! These men were Chaldean captives. The king had it in his power to get rid of these people with just a word. I can't imagine sitting down to dinner with the president of the United States and then refusing to eat what I was served. But it says that "Daniel &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;purposed&lt;/span&gt; in his heart that he would not defile himself ..." and the others followed suit.


By chapter 3, these men had already built a reputation with the king. WHAT IF these 3 men had rationalized the situation among themselves and decided that they would bow down before the image? Quite frankly, I think that's what I would have done; I would have rationalized it in my head - well, how can I win souls to Christ if I'm dead? I might as well bow down to this image because the Lord knows my heart and knows that it doesn't mean anything anyway. It's just a stupid statue. The Lord will understand. But what's the second commandment? If Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego had bowed down, they would have violated God's law - they would have sinned - even if it is was only for 3 seconds.


What's the best way to reach the lost? Some think it's by blending in. Some have "Christian rock" (an oxi-moron) concerts at the church to attract the unsaved. Their thinking is, if we look like them, we won't look so different and intimidating and will be able to reach them. Oh ok ... yeh, well explain that to these 3 men that just got thrown in the fire for obeying God, because I think they forgot. And explain that to Paul &amp;amp; Silas while they're sitting in jail singing praises to God. Evidently, they didn't know they should just blend in. Whoops. And Esther? She definitely messed up big time for her people. She should have just been quiet and blended in so that she didn't have to risk her life when she approached the king. Silly people of the Lord that were DIFFERENT.


The World doesn't understand why we want to look like them and act like them if we're claiming to be different. If we're going to make a difference, we have to be a little different. We're to be IN the world but not OF it. We aren't supposed to conform to the world. What if Shadrach, Meshach and Abednego had conformed ... if they decided the best way to reach the king would be to bow? Would it have worked? I highly doubt it! They had established early on that they were different. They didn't eat the king's meat, although it was probably the best around! And the obeyed God. So if they had bowed down, I think all chances of making a difference would have been thrown out. "Ohhhhhh, so if it's just a matter of what food you'll eat, you'll obey your God, but if your life is threatened you give in? Some followers of your God YOU are!"


But when they chose to obey God rather than sin for 3 seconds, they honored God: "If it be so, our God whom we serve is able to deliver us from the burning fiery furnace, and he will deliver us out of thine hand, O king. But if not, be it known unto thee, O king, that we will not serve thy gods, nor worship the golden image which thou hast set up." And look at what the king said after God spared their lives after being thrown in the fire:  "Blessed be the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, who hath sent his angel, and delivered his servants that trusted in him, and have changed the king's word, and yielded their bodies, that they might not serve nor worship any god, except their own God. Therefore I make a decree, That every people, nation, and language, which speak any thing amiss against the God of Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, shall be cut in pieces, and their houses shall be made a dunghill: because there is no other God that can deliver after this sort." And then he promoted them.


WOW! I didn't see that coming. Maybe God &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;is&lt;/span&gt; in control. Maybe He knows better than my human reasoning.


I pray that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;when&lt;/span&gt; I'm faced with a decision like that, even if it's seemingly less severe, that I choose to obey God.

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-7607622742846803034?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7607622742846803034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=7607622742846803034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7607622742846803034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7607622742846803034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/04/3-seconds-of-sin-or-death.html' title='3 Seconds of Sin or Death?'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-4088668082362390270</id><published>2008-03-18T16:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:23:50.543-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='laundry basket'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sleeping'/><title type='text'>Constructive Use of a Laundry Basket</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Sunday night I put Kevin to bed and when I went to check on him before I went to bed, I found him sleeping in a laundry basket on his bed! He looked so cute that I just had to take a picture of him. He even woke up in the middle of the night and came in my room looking for his bunny and then climbed back in his basket.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Don't ask me - I'm just his mom!

&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R-A3_1d7BgI/AAAAAAAAABA/4PfrWtnqzDc/s1600-h/007+Kevin+sleeping.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R-A3_1d7BgI/AAAAAAAAABA/4PfrWtnqzDc/s400/007+Kevin+sleeping.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179201141299938818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-4088668082362390270?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/4088668082362390270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=4088668082362390270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/4088668082362390270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/4088668082362390270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/03/constructive-use-of-laundry-basket.html' title='Constructive Use of a Laundry Basket'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R-A3_1d7BgI/AAAAAAAAABA/4PfrWtnqzDc/s72-c/007+Kevin+sleeping.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-7414177581941851349</id><published>2008-03-03T19:14:00.005-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:15:42.402-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='James 1:2'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><title type='text'>Pain</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;Nobody wants it but where would we be without it? Can you imagine a pain-free world? Sometimes we think we know best ... we think we should be able to live without pain. But I believe God gave us pain as a gift. Imagine putting your hand in a fire and not feeling pain. Pretty cool? Maybe not so much. Because we have those pain receptors that tell us we're hurting, we know to pull our hand back when the fire starts burning. Without pain, most of us wouldn't be alive. We want the good feelings, but not the "bad." We want the sensation of the warmth of the sun on our faces, but not the burning of a flame. We want to experience pain-free living, but forget about the benefits pain offers.

Pain causes us to remember. Yes, sometimes we wish we could forget, but then how could we use those experiences to help us grow? If things didn't hurt, we'd probably be foolish enough to keep doing the things we shouldn't. Is it really something we should want to be rid of in our lives?

Pain causes us to learn. Hopefully, when we remember pain, we think about what we've learned from it. It's hard sometimes to look at our pasts and remember the pain, but if we learned something from it, we can help others.

Pain is a good thing. And while I don't always welcome it, I'm thankful for it!

James 1:2, 3 - "My brethren, count it all joy when ye fall into divers temptations; Knowing this, that the trying of your faith worketh patience."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-7414177581941851349?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7414177581941851349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=7414177581941851349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7414177581941851349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7414177581941851349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/03/pain.html' title='Pain'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-7630412083334125856</id><published>2008-02-23T01:52:00.006-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T02:23:51.015-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kevin'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fizz ball'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='green bath water'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dinosaur'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='traumatized'/><title type='text'>The Case of the Green Tub Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R7_RZbyZdBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yFD00kGBFfI/s1600-h/006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 299px; height: 203px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R7_RZbyZdBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yFD00kGBFfI/s320/006.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170081132130694162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;
&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;Kevin &amp;amp; I were at Wal-mart the other night looking around at the clearance items. Kevin saw this little "dinosaur egg" and pointed at it. So I looked at it and thought it might&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; be fun for him. It was an egg shaped fizz ball thing. When you put it in bath water it bubbles up and turns the water green. Afte&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;r all the fizzy stuff goes away, there's a "baby dinosaur" inside. Cool. It was less than a dollar, and I thought it might provide some entertainment.

It provided entertainment all right, but not for Kevin.

First of all, I had Kevin carry this little blue plastic container into the apartm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;ent for me. I'm trying to teach him to help mommy and my arms were pretty full with groceries and our new green dinosaur fizz ball. He stopped along the way to the apartment and filled up his little blue plastic container with snow.

After much prodding, we arrive at the apartment and I, being more excited than Kevin about the green fizz ball, get Kevin's bath tub water going. Meanwhile, Kevin is playing with his snow and getting it everywhere! I "throw" Kevin in the tu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;b and put his container of snow on the side of the tub. He wants it IN the tub. As much as I try to explain my deep knowledge of what will happen to the snow when he puts it in the warm bath water, he doesn't care and puts the container under the warm running water. The snow instantly disappears and my son is very confused.
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&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;"Where's the snow?" I ask him. "It's gone!!!" He exclaims. Again I try to explain that snow is cold and warm water makes it disappear. Kevin doesn't like that answer.

I decide to entertain him with the green fizzy ball. I unwrap the plastic on the outside and hold it in the tub. It begins to get bubbly and Kevin begins to panic. "No, mama!" and pushes it away. I think maybe he doesn't understand that it's supposed to be cool to see the water turn green and the "egg" to fizz so I try again. Same thing, o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;nly this time he is more adamant. "No, mama! Scary!"&lt;/span&gt;
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So I fill the little blue container with water and put the egg in it. Kevin is content to watch from a distance. "Don't you want to touch the fizzy water, Kev?" Nope. Not interested.

His little blue container is now filled with green water and there's a tiny little green dinosaur floating in it. "Kevin, look! A baby dinosaur hatched out of your egg!!!" I pull it out and put it in my hand. "Scary, mama!" and he scoots to the other side of the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R7_fkbyZdDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iJgyrk9rzqg/s1600-h/005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 196px; height: 144px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R7_fkbyZdDI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iJgyrk9rzqg/s320/005.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170096714272044082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; tub. Then my arm slips and the little blue container filled with green water is now infiltrating the tub. I have&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt; never seen Kevin move so fast!!! He was out of the tub in 1.7 seconds! He was terrified of the green water!!! (Too bad I didn't have a video camera running - I could have sent it in to America's Funniest Home Videos or something.) Poor Kev. I'm not sure why gree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;n water is so scary when he'll eat dog food and climb to the highest heights on the play ground. Maybe it just not easy bein' green.

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&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-7630412083334125856?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7630412083334125856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=7630412083334125856' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7630412083334125856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7630412083334125856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/02/traumatized-by-12-dinosaur.html' title='The Case of the Green Tub Water'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_QKXafXdI1uU/R7_RZbyZdBI/AAAAAAAAAAg/yFD00kGBFfI/s72-c/006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-1811455785820665806</id><published>2008-02-20T18:28:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:28:46.390-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring on the Rain!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class=Section1&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"High Tower Text","serif"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;The history of why I chose Jo Dee Messina&amp;#8217;s song as my blog title:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"High Tower Text","serif"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;I&amp;#8217;ve been through some hard times in my life. I know what it&amp;#8217;s like to question God&amp;#8217;s existence and to wonder, &amp;#8220;what&amp;#8217;s the point?&amp;#8221; I&amp;#8217;ve had my heart broken, and faced disappointments. But you know what? I have learned from my mistakes and most importantly, I have God on my side. What can humans do to me? He gives me guidance in His Word and His Holy Spirit to guide me. What more could I ask for? &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"High Tower Text","serif"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;So bring it on! &amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Brush Script MT"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"French Script MT"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;Bring On The Rain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt; font-family:"French Script MT";color:#EEECE1'&gt; &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"French Script MT"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;(Jo Dee Messina with Tim McGraw)&lt;br&gt; (Billy Montana/Helen Darling)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Another day has almost come and gone&lt;br&gt; Can&amp;#8217;t imagine what else could wrong&lt;br&gt; Sometimes I&amp;#8217;d like to hide away somewhere and lock the door&lt;br&gt; A single battle lost but not the war (&amp;#8216;cause)&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tomorrow&amp;#8217;s another day&lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#8217;m thirsty anyway&lt;br&gt; So bring on the rain&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; It&amp;#8217;s almost like the hard times circle &amp;#8216;round&lt;br&gt; A couple drops and they all start coming down&lt;br&gt; Yeah, I might feel defeated,&lt;br&gt; I might hang my head&lt;br&gt; I might be barely breathing - but I&amp;#8217;m not dead&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; Tomorrow&amp;#8217;s another day&lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#8217;m thirsty anyway&lt;br&gt; So bring on the rain&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt; I&amp;#8217;m not gonna let it get me down&lt;br&gt; I&amp;#8217;m not gonna cry&lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#8217;m not gonna lose any sleep tonight&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"French Script MT"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt;font-family:"French Script MT"; color:#EEECE1'&gt;Tomorrow&amp;#8217;s another day&lt;br&gt; And I&amp;#8217;m thirsty anyway&lt;br&gt; So bring on the rain&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class=MsoNormal&gt;&lt;span style='font-size:18.0pt'&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-1811455785820665806?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/1811455785820665806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=1811455785820665806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/1811455785820665806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/1811455785820665806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/02/bring-on-rain_20.html' title='Bring on the Rain!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-115208375833578979.post-7177318809325592162</id><published>2008-02-20T17:14:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T18:02:14.405-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Mistakes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Shelley'/><title type='text'>Ooops!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;So, I started this new blog and dedicated it to my friend Shelley since it's all her fault I started a new one. Then I accidentally deleted it! I was in "organize mode" and was deleting some of my old blogs that I don't touch anymore and accidentally deleted THIS one. So now I have to start from scratch again. Frustration!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/115208375833578979-7177318809325592162?l=bringingontherain.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/feeds/7177318809325592162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=115208375833578979&amp;postID=7177318809325592162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7177318809325592162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/115208375833578979/posts/default/7177318809325592162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://bringingontherain.blogspot.com/2008/02/ooops.html' title='Ooops!'/><author><name>Natalie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08313442436246025273</uri><email>Natalie.Everson@gmail.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='06007299440009422728'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>