<?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-21827085</id><updated>2012-01-27T20:55:40.649-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey</title><subtitle type='html'>The purpose of life is to discover your gift. The meaning of life is to give it away. - David Viscott</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</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>40</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-7259102608806608232</id><published>2010-04-26T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T15:27:15.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So ......</title><content type='html'>It's been a year - opps :) I will not make any promises that I will post all the time but I will try to do better. Things are busy but I would say the past year has been awesome. I have had many opportunities to travel however the best trips have been with my best friend. Last summer we explored Chicago many weekends and decided we love Chicago. Then we went to SoCal - neither of us had ever been there before. Now we dream of beaches and In N Out Burger. :) We are in the midst of planning another big trip for this summer which means not as many smaller trips to Chi-town, but we still love you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been thinking about the trips and how I have fallen in love with so many new places. Part of me wonders why .... why these particular spots. I think I have figured it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we grow up we have lots of friends and sometimes several best friends. If you are lucky you may keep in touch with some of them as the years pass by (Facebook has made this much easier). But I believe that the friends you make when you are older are more likely to be the ones who have the missing pieces that help form you. They are the ones you can be you with. There is no need to try to be anything but you. I know, I know we are never supposed to not be real but by saying you never did that in high school are you being real? When you are younger it is much easier to lose who you are in friendships. I think when we are out of college, working, and on our own we better realize who we are. And the friendships we make during this time are the ones that help put the finishing touches on you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are all shaped by our individual circumstances. When we use those circumstances to help others along the path we become more complete. As we do this we cultivate friendships that have a lasting bond.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so that made sense to me ... hopefully it did to you as well. :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to why I think the places I traveled to with my best friend are the places I love. Because I was with a friend who knows my faults, silliness, the tendency to talk first then think, and she still calls me her best friend. She is like me and just likes to explore - sure in SoCal we spent hours (and I do mean hours) in a car (convertible - don't be a hater :)). But in those hours we talked, sang at the top of our lungs, and found some amazing views. And at the end of the day we were able to say we had the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you if you have never taken a trip with your best friend do, even if it's down the road somewhere. Cause you never know what kind of adventure it will be and what places you will fall in love with.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-7259102608806608232?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/7259102608806608232/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=7259102608806608232' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/7259102608806608232'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/7259102608806608232'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2010/04/so.html' title='So ......'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-3035915035913554470</id><published>2009-04-21T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:34:36.978-07:00</updated><title type='text'>While I'm Waiting</title><content type='html'>This song speaks volumes to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am hopeful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it is painful&lt;br /&gt;But patiently, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;And I am peaceful&lt;br /&gt;I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;br /&gt;Though it's not easy&lt;br /&gt;But faithfully, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I will wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will move ahead, bold and confident&lt;br /&gt;Taking every step in obedience&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting I will serve You&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting I will worship&lt;br /&gt;While I'm waiting I will not faint&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running the race&lt;br /&gt;Even while I wait&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve You while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will serve you while I'm waiting&lt;br /&gt;I will worship while I'm waiting on You, Lord&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-3035915035913554470?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3035915035913554470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=3035915035913554470' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/3035915035913554470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/3035915035913554470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2009/04/while-im-waiting.html' title='While I&apos;m Waiting'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-8960855915175223100</id><published>2008-11-28T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T21:18:04.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The More I Seek You</title><content type='html'>As I am sitting in my recliner &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;drinking&lt;/span&gt; hot tea from my favorite orange mug I am realizing how much I have to be thankful for. I purchased my first home this summer and it is really beginning to feel like it is home. Pictures are on the wall and tomorrow the Christmas tree will be up. Everyone who comes in my home says that it is peaceful. I am thankful for that because that was my prayer - that my house would be a place of peace. I went through a time in recent years where I needed a place of peace and I know what it is like trying to find that. By finding a place where I felt safe and peaceful I was able to learn that peace can be anywhere, because peace only comes from God. My prayer is that I can help others realize the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am heading into a quiet season for the next few months and I feel God calling me closer to Him. Wanting me to spend more time with Him. The song in my heart is "The More I Seek You". And that is my goal, just to sit at His feet and become overwhelmed with the realization of His peace and His love for me. It's the next step on my Journey. What is the step Jesus is asking you to take and are you willing to do it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-8960855915175223100?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/8960855915175223100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=8960855915175223100' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/8960855915175223100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/8960855915175223100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-i-seek-you.html' title='The More I Seek You'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-5050465080572528832</id><published>2008-09-10T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T21:08:14.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>Today I was talking with a good friend. It is her 25&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; wedding anniversary. We were talking about the way that God works things out in your life in order to put you in the place He needs you to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;sooooo&lt;/span&gt; thankful for the things I have gone through. Being completely honest at the time I did not necessarily like what was happening. But today I was able to walk back through some of the things that have happened in the last 12 years and see how they all worked together to get me to where I am today. I honestly have no doubt that I would not be where I am and involved in the ministries I am without going through the rough times. So tonight while I may be frustrated and ready for the next door I am also so very thankful that God took the shattered pieces of my life and allowed them to help others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-5050465080572528832?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5050465080572528832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=5050465080572528832' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/5050465080572528832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/5050465080572528832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/09/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-1382813085607919425</id><published>2008-07-02T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T21:05:22.072-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms</title><content type='html'>Is it possible to get over your fears?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For years I was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;absolutely&lt;/span&gt; petrified and near about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;paralyzed&lt;/span&gt; during thunderstorms. Right now I am at home just enjoying the sound of the rain and yes even the thunder. I feel &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;completely&lt;/span&gt; safe and at peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if the next time I am going through a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;stormy&lt;/span&gt; patch in my life if I will remember this moment and trust that the God who has given me peace over one of my biggest fears is the same God who wants to give me peace in my storm. Sure hope so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Always remember He said He would never leave you or forsake you. He is ALWAYS there no matter how you feel or what is happening. And if you get scared and forget all you have to do is call His name and He is there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-1382813085607919425?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/1382813085607919425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=1382813085607919425' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/1382813085607919425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/1382813085607919425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/07/storms.html' title='Storms'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-943956308281630292</id><published>2008-06-30T20:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T20:17:33.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My heart is breaking</title><content type='html'>Today my heart broke for my country. The people live in such darkness and with no hope turn to things such as alcohol, drugs and promiscuity. There is no hope that they know of. I just learned that in one major city there is no church. There is actually not a church for 1500 miles. By now you may realize that I am not speaking of the US. No the country that pulls at my heart and at times I want to be there so bad it hurts is Russia. I can’t begin to express how I am feeling as I type this. You see there is an appeal to go to Siberia to help start a new work. The ironic thing is I always joke about how God made me to live in Siberia (I absolutely love the cold weather.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing is I know, I know, I know with out a shadow of doubt that I am in the place that God wants me to be in right now. I know that He placed me where I am at for such a time as this. I know that the training and experience I am gaining is exactly what He wants so that I can be a blessing and further the Kingdom. Yet my heart hurts. Sometimes being in the will of God is not easy, at the moment I would much rather be making plans and getting on a plane. But I can have peace because I know God can feel what I feel and He is giving me a big hug right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a chance go to the following link. Learn about the opportunity and pray for labors. And please promise me that if God tugs at your heart and you can go that you will contact the Carpenters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://helpamissionary.com/Media/MediaManager/RecruitSiberia-1.pdf"&gt;http://helpamissionary.com/Media/MediaManager/RecruitSiberia-1.pdf&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-943956308281630292?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/943956308281630292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=943956308281630292' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/943956308281630292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/943956308281630292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2008/06/my-heart-is-breaking.html' title='My heart is breaking'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-3856943212531797134</id><published>2007-09-05T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-05T20:33:49.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop the World I want to get off</title><content type='html'>Not really but sometimes I wonder how I can possibly be as busy as I am. I leave for Conference in just over two weeks. Next Tuesday I will have been at my job for a year. And one of my best friends has moved to China. Two of my friends are teaching at a college - just when did we get old enough to teach at college? Things just seem to keep moving at the time that you want to hold the moments close and not let go. I guess that is all part of a journey though - you gotta keep moving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-3856943212531797134?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/3856943212531797134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=3856943212531797134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/3856943212531797134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/3856943212531797134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2007/09/stop-world-i-want-to-get-off.html' title='Stop the World I want to get off'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-5628376897965686611</id><published>2007-08-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-06T20:23:52.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OH MY WORD</title><content type='html'>I can't &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;believe&lt;/span&gt; that I have not blogged since 2006. My friend mentioned the other day I needed to blog again and now I know why. I am surprised they didn't wipe the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Internet&lt;/span&gt; of me. Anyway I will honestly try to do better at blogging. This week I am blogging for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;ninetyandnine&lt;/span&gt;.com about &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;NAYC&lt;/span&gt;. Check out that blog &lt;a href="http://www.ninetyandnine.com/month/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. I really will try to do better. When I get home from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;NAYC&lt;/span&gt; we will be packing up for General Conference and then I am going to AL for a kids prayer event. Then Conference and all sorts of fun things - talk to ya soon!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-5628376897965686611?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/5628376897965686611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=5628376897965686611' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/5628376897965686611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/5628376897965686611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2007/08/oh-my-word.html' title='OH MY WORD'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-4952826237613002686</id><published>2006-11-11T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T21:58:12.267-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Craziness</title><content type='html'>Hello everyone! I am back - did ya miss me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;soooooooooooooooooooo&lt;/span&gt; many things to update you about but first let me catch you up from &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; (yes the update I promised in July). I really am sorry that it has been so long but life has been busier than the word busy can describe =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; was great this year but it had some very interesting twists and turns. On the Wed. night we had a wicked storm front come through our area. The power went off about 30 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; into the evening but then came back on.&lt;br /&gt;(But as you may be able to imagine that was enough to scare some of the kids) About 10 or 15 &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;mins&lt;/span&gt; later the power went off again and stayed off. Then the tornado sirens went off. (Remember I hate and get very scared in storms =0))We had to get all the kids in the hallway and get them calm. So we sang songs until we could go back to our rooms. Many of the parents dropped the kids off so we continued with the program, using flashlights and candles. I have a feeling the kids will remember that evening for a long time to come. That storm left many people in our city without power for over a week and one of my friend's house was really messed up from the wind and tree damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the Sunday morning the kids took over the service. We had a kids praise team lead worship. A kids stick drama team lead in a special song. A &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" onclick="BLOG_clickHandler(this)"&gt;VBS&lt;/span&gt; choir sang (and yes I taught the Spanish song). Then our children's pastor preached. It was an awesome morning and God really moved.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-4952826237613002686?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/4952826237613002686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=4952826237613002686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/4952826237613002686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/4952826237613002686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/11/craziness.html' title='Craziness'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-115310902077413657</id><published>2006-07-16T20:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:30.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Speeding up</title><content type='html'>Just when you think things are slowing down they actually start to pick up speed again. What's up with that?!?!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that's ok because I really do like to be busy however I also like time to breathe :) We start VBS this week and we are having a Fiesta! It is going to be a blast. I am in charge of worship and this set actually has a lot of really good songs! I am very excited but I can't decide if I am going to teach the kids the Spanish song. We had KFC this morning and had a lot of first time visitors and then tonight one of my "kids" got the Holy Ghost. Man that was awesome!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I am off, I will let ya'll know how VBS goes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-115310902077413657?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115310902077413657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=115310902077413657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115310902077413657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115310902077413657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/speeding-up.html' title='Speeding up'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-115271379838406557</id><published>2006-07-12T07:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T19:36:59.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Confession</title><content type='html'>Before I can post what I would like I must make a confession. I listen to music other than Christian sometimes. I know it's a shock. I want to share the lyrics to a song that has been on my mind lately. As I have said in past posts the people in my life that I call "family" are moving. In three weeks one goes to Mexico and in six weeks another is moving to Ohio. So as I think of these moves this song can best describe how I feel about it. I will miss my friends dearly after all they are more than just friends, they have seen me at my worst and best, and still love me which is what makes them family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My Wish by Rascal Flatts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I hope that days come easy and moments pass slow,&lt;br /&gt;and each road leads you where you want to go,&lt;br /&gt;and if you're faced with a choice, and you have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you choose the one that means the most to you.&lt;br /&gt;And if one door opens to another door closed,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you keep on walkin' till you find the window,&lt;br /&gt;if it's cold outside, show the world the warmth of your smile,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More than anything, more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you never look back, but ya never forget,&lt;br /&gt;all the ones who love you, in the place you left,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you always forgive, and you never regret,&lt;br /&gt;and you help somebody every chance you get,&lt;br /&gt;Oh, you find God's grace, in every mistake,&lt;br /&gt;and you always give more than you take.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh More than anything, Yeah, and more than anything,&lt;br /&gt;My wish, for you, is that this life becomes all that you want it to,&lt;br /&gt;your dreams stay big, and your worries stay small,&lt;br /&gt;You never need to carry more than you can hold,&lt;br /&gt;and while you're out there getting where you're getting to,&lt;br /&gt;I hope you know somebody loves you, and wants the same things too,&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, this, is my wish.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-115271379838406557?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115271379838406557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=115271379838406557' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115271379838406557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115271379838406557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/confession.html' title='Confession'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-115189492279102397</id><published>2006-07-02T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:30.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mush</title><content type='html'>That is the state of my brain at this time. I have done literally nothing this weekend. As I stated in a previous post I am dog sitting this weekend. So as a result there has been little to do but watch movies or read. I have done both, it has been a nice break from the real world. If I had been home this weekend I would have done laundry, purged my closet, and had on Fox News to keep up with the events over in the Middle East. I must admit that every time I pull up the internet and see cnn.com and I am thankful that I am away from reality for a bit. Is it just me or does the world just seem to be getting crazier and crazier?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-115189492279102397?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115189492279102397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=115189492279102397' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115189492279102397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115189492279102397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/mush.html' title='Mush'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-115180488126812189</id><published>2006-07-01T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:30.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do? What to do?</title><content type='html'>Ok so this is my first free weekend in like FOREVER!! And I am soooooooooo bored. I just don't know what to do with myself when I have nothing to do. Isn't that crazy? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had a low turn out for prayer but it was actually a good number considering that it is a holiday weekend. We talked about freedom and then made paper chains and broke them after we prayed for freedom in a country. The kids loved it. Well I guess I will go back to being bored hope that everyone is having a great weekend!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-115180488126812189?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115180488126812189/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=115180488126812189' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115180488126812189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115180488126812189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/07/what-to-do-what-to-do.html' title='What to do? What to do?'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-115172037142132920</id><published>2006-06-30T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:30.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you lonesome tonight?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/1600/world.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/320/world.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I couldn't help myself. The biggest news story today was all about the Japanese emperors visit to Graceland. I am going to be blogging more often now - my life has FINALLY slowed down (kinda).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dogsitting for a friend and I am looking forward to the down time and alone time. Everyone is out of town. Two of my "family" come home on Sunday night. Then two more on the Fourth and then the last one next Sat. While I have been excited for this time I really do feel lonely. I wonder if this is what it is going to feel like next year? This time next year the "family" is literally going to be scattered around the world. The thing is while I know that the upcoming moves are in God's will - it still hurts a little bit. I guess I have finally let my walls down and allowed myself to get close to people again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-115172037142132920?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115172037142132920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=115172037142132920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115172037142132920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115172037142132920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/are-you-lonesome-tonight.html' title='Are you lonesome tonight?'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-115150726250847060</id><published>2006-06-28T07:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.999-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lists</title><content type='html'>I saw this on a fellow bloggers blog =0)So I decided to join in the festivities. The following things are listed in random order. Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things that scare me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Letting people know the real me&lt;br /&gt;2. Change&lt;br /&gt;3. Spiders or any form of creepy crawly thing&lt;br /&gt;4. Uncontained Fire&lt;br /&gt;5. Falling down the platform stairs yet again&lt;br /&gt;6. That I will never live up to my full potential&lt;br /&gt;7. Thunderstorms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I like &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Music&lt;br /&gt;2. Laughter&lt;br /&gt;3. Church&lt;br /&gt;4. Swinging in the park (well any swing will do)&lt;br /&gt;5. Traveling (though I don't get to do that often)&lt;br /&gt;6. Working with kids at church&lt;br /&gt;7. The color orange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I plan/hope to do before I die&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Be a full time missionary&lt;br /&gt;2. Record a CD&lt;br /&gt;3. Invent a new and ridiculously popular flavor of ice cream&lt;br /&gt;4. Read all the books I have purchased&lt;br /&gt;5. Finish my friend's cross stich&lt;br /&gt;6. Own a truck&lt;br /&gt;7. Learn to speak Russian&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I can do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I can play four different instruments proficiently&lt;br /&gt;2. Make people laugh&lt;br /&gt;3. Tie my shoes (that one took me a while to master)&lt;br /&gt;4. Chew gum and walk at the same time (as long as I am not going down the platform steps)&lt;br /&gt;5. Roll my r's&lt;br /&gt;6. Say hello goodbye, please, thank you, yes and no in six different lanuages&lt;br /&gt;7. Drive stick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I can't do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Eat fish that isn't battered and fried&lt;br /&gt;2. Say no to people&lt;br /&gt;3. See a new Hillsong cd and not buy it&lt;br /&gt;4. Spell&lt;br /&gt;5. Any math harder than College Algebra (if I can still do that)&lt;br /&gt;6. Check my email less than twice a day&lt;br /&gt;7. Read a non fiction book and not mark it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 things I say the most&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Sorry&lt;br /&gt;2. Whatever&lt;br /&gt;3. Not so much&lt;br /&gt;4. Does that make sense?&lt;br /&gt;5. Sorry to bother you&lt;br /&gt;6. Bless his/her heart&lt;br /&gt;7. Hey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 books I love &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Anything Star Wars&lt;br /&gt;2. Anne of Green Gables&lt;br /&gt;3. Love Beyond Reason&lt;br /&gt;4. The Chronicles of Narnia&lt;br /&gt;5. Little House in the Big Woods&lt;br /&gt;6. Redefining Children's Ministry in the 21st Century&lt;br /&gt;7. Alanna the First Adventure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7 people I want to tag &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't answer this because I don't believe I know 7 other bloggers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-115150726250847060?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/115150726250847060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=115150726250847060' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115150726250847060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/115150726250847060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/06/lists.html' title='Lists'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114870353910497297</id><published>2006-05-26T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.717-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer meeting</title><content type='html'>Tonight I was involve in the best prayer meeting &lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;EVER&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;. And I do mean ever. We were having our planning meeting with the kids who are going to be leaders at Summons to Sacrifice this year. They range in ages 9-15. It was just amazing the way God moved. We broke and just prayed for wisdom, and the Summons, the kids that were coming ect. That was about 15 minutes or so. Then we all came together and did a worship song. After we lifted our hands and just worshipped. One of the girls began to lead a closing prayer and when she finished another kid took over. This went on for quite awhile. It was so awesome to hear them declaring things and prophesying and tearing down strongholds. Please keep this meeting in your prayers. I can't even begin to imagine what God is going to do in the lives of the kids that are coming. The conference is June 8-10. I will keep you posted no worries =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114870353910497297?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114870353910497297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114870353910497297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114870353910497297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114870353910497297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/prayer-meeting.html' title='Prayer meeting'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114840090514437828</id><published>2006-05-23T09:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jer 29:11</title><content type='html'>Do you ever look back over your life and wonder where you went wrong? Do you ever wonder what if I had done this instead of that? I have my moments like that - although they are becoming fewer and farther between. I think that is because there has been enough space now that I can look back and see how God used those times to lead me into new directions. And no matter how I felt at the time He was always right there holding my hand. I am so thankful for His protection and love. I am not sure if I have shared this yet or not but here is a scripture that has basically become my mantra. Jer 29:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For I know the plans I have for you says the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114840090514437828?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114840090514437828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114840090514437828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114840090514437828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114840090514437828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/05/jer-2911.html' title='Jer 29:11'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114530232750131553</id><published>2006-04-17T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.497-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am still alive</title><content type='html'>I know it has been a while since I have posted. I'm sorry - please forgive me. These last couple weeks have been VERY busy. If you would like to know what has occupied my time go the following site. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.newlifecenter.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you get there follow the link to the weekly service. You will be treated to our Easter drama. It is about 40 minutes long but well worth your time - I promise =0) I will do better at posting I promise - but I must warn you that I will have to start that next week. I am heading off to music conference and I am not sure if I am taking my laptop or not. And if I do, I am unsure about being able to get an internet connection. I hope that you all had a great Easter and that you have a wonderful week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114530232750131553?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114530232750131553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114530232750131553' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114530232750131553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114530232750131553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-am-still-alive.html' title='I am still alive'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114382774907858385</id><published>2006-03-31T09:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Random thoughts</title><content type='html'>We have already covered the fact that I DO NOT like thunderstorms. Well it has finally turned into spring here. I don't think I will be getting any more surprise snow. The thing that stinks about that is the weather folks are saying this is going to be a very stormy spring. Now I know that they are wrong half the time - but considering the way the spring has started out here I think they may be right this time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that I don't like but I am learning to embrace is change. And let me tell you things are changing fast around here. People are moving, others are looking for houses, others are almost done with their degrees - just too much change at once. And the thing is it's all good change. I am so happy for the people who are experiencing these changes because that means they are one step closer to realizing their dreams. It's all the unknown things that come with change. I don't know what to think and at this point I am about to start rambling. So on that note I believe I will stop for the time being. Hope ya'll have a wonderful weekend and that you have beautiful weather to enjoy! (no storms!!!!!) =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114382774907858385?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114382774907858385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114382774907858385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114382774907858385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114382774907858385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/random-thoughts.html' title='Random thoughts'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114361180535140835</id><published>2006-03-28T21:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.258-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Concert</title><content type='html'>I received this in an email today. I had not seen this one before but it really spoke to me. Perhaps due to the musician in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Concert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the house lights dimmed and the concert was about to begin, the mother returned to her seat and discovered that the child was missing. Suddenly, the curtains parted and spotlights focused on the impressive Steinway on stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In horror, the mother saw her little boy sitting at the keyboard, innocently picking out "Twinkle,Twinkle Little Star." At that moment, the great piano master made his entrance, quickly moved to the piano, and whispered in the boy's ear, "Don't quit.""Keep playing." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, leaning over, Paderewski reached down with his left hand and began filling in a bass part. Soon his right arm reached around to the other side of the child, and he added a running obbligato.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Together, the old master and the young novice transformed what could have been a frightening situation into a wonderfully creative experience. The audience was  so mesmerized that they couldn't recall what else the great master played. Only the classic," Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps that's the way it is with God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What we can accomplish on our own is hardly noteworthy. We try our best, but the results aren't always graceful flowing music.  However, with the hand of the Master, our life's work can truly be beautiful. The next time you set out to accomplish great feats, listen carefully.  You may hear the voice of the Master, whispering in your ear, "Don't quit." "Keep playing." May you feel His arms around you and know that His hands are there, helping you turn your feeble attempts into true masterpieces. Remember, God doesn't  seem to call the equipped, rather, He equips  the 'called.' Life is more accurately measured by the lives you touch than by the things you acquire. So touch someone by passing this little message along.&lt;br /&gt;May God bless you and be with you always! and remember, "Don't quit." "Keep playing."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114361180535140835?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114361180535140835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114361180535140835' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114361180535140835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114361180535140835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/concert.html' title='The Concert'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114300382269326768</id><published>2006-03-21T20:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.172-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day!</title><content type='html'>Yes today was a good day. We continued to have snow most of the day but more than likely it will be gone by tomorrow night. A spirit of sleepiness came upon me at 12:30 and let me tell ya - that was the longest 5.5 hours of work ever! (well maybe not be it sure seemed that way) Tonight I went to a play at church about GT Haywood. It was really good but the coolest thing was the way that God moved in at the end. It just reiterates to me the importance of a drama ministry. There were people there that may have not come for any other type of service, and there was no denying that we serve the true living God after that service. God is so awesome!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114300382269326768?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114300382269326768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114300382269326768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114300382269326768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114300382269326768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-day.html' title='Good day!'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114295424212832149</id><published>2006-03-21T07:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:29.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>We had snow today!!!!!!!!!! It's the perfect snow person, snow angel, snow ball fight kinda snow. It is so awesome! Today has just been a great day thus far all around! I am talking with Nate and Ingunn online and life is just good. I will check back in later to let you know how the rest of the day transpires. If you get a chance check out this report from Mississippi. This ministry is the perfect example of being God's hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.ninetyandnine.com/mblog06/mblogger.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114295424212832149?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114295424212832149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114295424212832149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114295424212832149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114295424212832149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/woooo-hooooo.html' title='WOOOO HOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114220124922472616</id><published>2006-03-12T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thunder Storms</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/1600/P3140145.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/320/P3140145.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They freak me out!!!!!!!! We had horrible storms last night and the promise of more tonight. I get scared at the first sighting of lighting and the first roll of thunder. If the tornado sirens go off - forget it. I am frozen in place. I do not do well with storms at all. I have never actually been in a tornado and I have never been hurt nor had family hurt in a storm but I just can't handle 'em. And that is not a good thing since I live in the Midwest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this is how I cope. Fall asleep before the storms come and if they are not too bad then that usually does the trick. If I am awake I either curl up in a ball and pray or if I have an unlucky friend around I grab and hug their arm. But the essential thing that I must have no matter what is my Eeyor. (pictured above) Poor little guy - anytime I am upset or lonely I rub his ears. My friend who gave him to me was checking him out the other night to see if he had holes yet. Several of my friends are surprised he is still intact. =0) And as one of those friends learned last night - Lord help ya if you try to take him away from me =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114220124922472616?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114220124922472616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114220124922472616' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114220124922472616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114220124922472616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/thunder-storms.html' title='Thunder Storms'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114167388673100531</id><published>2006-03-06T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Army Brat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/1600/soldier_n_cat.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/320/soldier_n_cat.0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As some of you may know I am an army brat. I must admit that at times when I hear of protests against various military actions I get frustrated. It could because of the army brat status I have - not sure. I do know that I am very thankful for the men and women that put their lives on the line everyday to ensure my freedom. I want to share a story that was sent to me in an email. Hope you enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sat in my seat of the Boeing 767 waiting for everyone to hurry and stow&lt;br /&gt;their carry-on's and grab a seat so we could start what I was sure to be a&lt;br /&gt;long, uneventful flight home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the huge capacity and slow moving people taking their time to stuff&lt;br /&gt;luggage far too big for the overhead and never paying much attention to&lt;br /&gt;holding up the growing line behind them, I simply shook my head knowing&lt;br /&gt;that this flight was not starting out very well. I was anxious to get home&lt;br /&gt;to see my loved ones so I was focused on my issues and just felt like&lt;br /&gt;standing up and yelling for some of these clowns to get their act&lt;br /&gt;together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew I couldn't say a word so I just thumbed thru the "Sky Mall"&lt;br /&gt;magazine from the seat pocket in front of me.  You know it's really&lt;br /&gt;getting rough when you resort to the over priced,  useless sky mall crap&lt;br /&gt;to break the monotony. With everyone finally seated, we just sat there with the cabin door open and no one in any hurry to get us going although we were well past the scheduled take off time.  No wonder the airline industry is in trouble I told myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then, the attendant came on the intercom to inform us all that we&lt;br /&gt;were  being delayed. The entire plane let out a collective groan. She resumed speaking to say "We are holding the aircraft for some very special people who are on their way to the plane and the delay shouldn't be  more than 5 minutes. The word came after waiting six times as long as we were promised that I was finally going to be on my way home.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Why the hoopla over "these" folks? I was expecting some celebrity or sport figure to be the reason for the hold up .. Just get their butts in a seat and let's hit the gas I thought. The attendant came back on the speaker to announce in a loud and excited voice that we were being joined by several U.S. Marines returning home&lt;br /&gt;from Iraq !!! Just as they walked on board, the entire plane erupted into applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The men were a bit taken by surprise by the 340 people cheering for them&lt;br /&gt;as they searched for their seats. They were having their hands shook and touched by almost everyone who was within an arm's distance of them as they passed down the aisle. One elderly woman kissed the hand of one of the Marines as he passed by her.&lt;br /&gt;The applause, whistles and cheering didn't stop for a long time.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;When we were finally airborne, I was not the only civilian checking his conscience as to the delays in "me" getting home, finding my easy chair, a cold beverage and the remote in my hand. These men had done for all of us and I had been complaining silently about "me" and "my" issues I took for granted the everyday freedoms I enjoy and the conveniences of the American way of life. I took for granted that others had paid the price for my ability to moan and complain about a few minutes delay to "me" while those Heroes were going home to their loved ones. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I attempted to get my selfish outlook back in order and minutes before we landed, I suggested to the attendant that she announce over the speaker a request for everyone to remain in their seats until our heroes were allowed to gather their things and be first off the plane.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The cheers and applause continued until the last Marine stepped off and we all rose to go about our too often taken for granted everyday freedoms. I felt proud of them.&lt;br /&gt;I felt it an honor and a privilege to be among the first to welcome them home and say "Thank You for a job well done."I vowed that I will never forget that flight nor the lesson learned. I can't say it enough, THANK YOU to those Veterans and active servicemen and women who may read this and a prayer for those who cannot because they are no longer with us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114167388673100531?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114167388673100531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114167388673100531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114167388673100531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114167388673100531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/army-brat.html' title='Army Brat'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114144795773635743</id><published>2006-03-03T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.788-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny moment</title><content type='html'>I am listening to the Bible this year. I am currently in Deuteronomy and last night something just caught my ear. Do not boil a kid in his mother's milk - and immediately I was like well duh you should never boil children and that is just gross. Then the blonde wore off and I realized they were talking about a baby goat. Oops =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114144795773635743?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114144795773635743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114144795773635743' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114144795773635743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114144795773635743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/funny-moment.html' title='Funny moment'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114133012647876425</id><published>2006-03-02T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.687-08:00</updated><title type='text'>GLOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/1600/P0385578_0000028.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3235/2211/320/P0385578_0000028.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLOW stands for God Loves Our Worship. This is a group of kids ages 5-13 that minister in song using sticks and sign language. All of these kids have either been a part of Kids Prayer Force or Shekinah Kids. The coolest thing is that these kids really just want to do this to minister to people. They don't care about being in the spotlight they just want God to use them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you want to see GLOW in action go to www.newlifecenter.com and on the right side under the calendar you will see a link for video on demand. You will then be treated to our awesome service from last Sunday morning (which I will be checking out tonight - I didn't hear the preaching because I was in Sunday school) The kids are right at the 39 minute mark. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114133012647876425?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114133012647876425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114133012647876425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114133012647876425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114133012647876425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/glow.html' title='GLOW'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114124477937065346</id><published>2006-03-01T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Connecting</title><content type='html'>I am not even going to begin and start apologizing, please just visualize me with my head hanging down in shame. It has been awhile. Between taxes at work and life in general things have been down right psychotic. But the taxes will be finished this afternoon and I will no longer need to feel guilty about blogging when I actually have work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit that I am a faithful EC (everyone's connected)person. I signed up on EC when one of my friends from Cali told me about it - I figured if nothing else it was a good way to keep in touch with her. Slowly I started getting links but I have got to say in the last week it seems as if everyone I knew growing up or in Bible School has suddenly come out of the woodwork. And I LOVE IT. There are folks that live in the same city as I that I never get to see or talk to - now I can just send them an email whenever I want to. I think my title will have to change from faithful to addict =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have also have been in contact with an old friend from high school (thru classmates.com) and I am totally excited about that. It is crazy how much we have changed in the last ten years - and yet how some things have not changed at all. I love the internet - how in the world did we survive without it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114124477937065346?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114124477937065346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114124477937065346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114124477937065346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114124477937065346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/03/connecting.html' title='Connecting'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114062247986736164</id><published>2006-02-22T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry ya'll</title><content type='html'>Sorry ya'll. I know I haven't posted in a while. Between the flu and life in general I just have not had the time. I just wanted to let you know that I am still here kicking and breathing (at times screaming) =0) Have a great day I promise to have more tonight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114062247986736164?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114062247986736164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114062247986736164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114062247986736164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114062247986736164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/sorry-yall.html' title='Sorry ya&apos;ll'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-114015280233259432</id><published>2006-02-16T20:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.292-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Southerner and Proud of it</title><content type='html'>The following was sent to me by a friend and I wanted to share it with you. I have friends that call me a redneck and it is said with love and respect. Only those closest to me will notice my twang (unless you have seen me tired or mad) but I proudly claim my southern roots. If you ask me where I am from I will always say Georgia even though I have spent most of my life in Missouri. I hope ya'll enjoy this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have enjoyed the redneck jokes for years.&lt;br /&gt;It's time to take a reflective look at the core beliefs of a culture that values home, family, country and God.  If I had to stand before a dozen terrorists who threaten my life, I'd choose a half dozen or so rednecks to back me up.  Tire irons, squirrel guns and grit -- that's what rednecks are made of.  I hope I am one of those.  If you feel the same, pass this on to your redneck friends. Ya'll know who ya' are...&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: It never occurred to you to be offended by the phrase, "One nation, under God."&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You've never protested about seeing the 10 Commandments posted in public places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You still say "Christmas" instead of "Winter Festival."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You bow your head when someone prays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You stand and place your hand over your heart when they play the National Anthem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You treat Viet Nam vets with great respect, and always have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You've never burned an American flag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You know what you believe and you aren't afraid to say so, no matter who is listening.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You respect your elders and expect your kids to do the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might be a redneck if: You'd give your last dollar to a friend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-114015280233259432?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/114015280233259432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=114015280233259432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114015280233259432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/114015280233259432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/southerner-and-proud-of-it.html' title='Southerner and Proud of it'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113994004434409414</id><published>2006-02-14T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ummm my dog ate the posts .......</title><content type='html'>Ok so I don't have a dog. I have been a bad, bad blogger .... please forgive me. I promise to do a better job. =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things have been so uneventful that I just have not been online. I am so sorry. I actually had a very quite weekend. I was able to sleep, read a book, and revisit my budget (I know the last one just sounded like tons of fun). Today is Valentine's Day and I hope that everyone gets at least one card and some candy. I was hoping to have some wonderful words of wisdom for you today but it seems that I am plum out. =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching the Olympics. I have always loved figure skating but now I have another love. Snowboarding - who knew it could be that cool. It amazes me how they can do all those twists and things and not land on their rear. The half pike competition was yesterday and I have no idea if there are anymore events for the snowboarders but I certainly hope so. I must go for now, have a great day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113994004434409414?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113994004434409414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113994004434409414' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113994004434409414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113994004434409414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/ummm-my-dog-ate-posts.html' title='Ummm my dog ate the posts .......'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113963606527562517</id><published>2006-02-10T21:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:28.046-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is that</title><content type='html'>Ok I just realized that ya'll know I am leaving but some may by wondering where. All I can say is my bad please forgive me =0)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to Lithuania. Where is that you may ask ... well I will be glad to tell you. It was formally part of the Soviet Union. It is the southern most of the Baltic States. Why am I going ... well that is a really cool but long story (more about that later)- totally a God thing! I am going to help the missionaries with whatever they need me to do some of which will include street dramas, children's church, Sunday school, and music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please keep the people in Lithuania in your prayers. This is a brand new field that is being started with little to no previous contact. Pray that everyone working there and in the rest of the Baltic States will find favor with the people they come in contact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info go to our website www.planbaltics.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113963606527562517?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113963606527562517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113963606527562517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113963606527562517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113963606527562517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/where-is-that.html' title='Where is that'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113955550783219590</id><published>2006-02-09T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.911-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Why?</title><content type='html'>I know, I am sure that you are asking - Why are you still awake? The answer cause I am =0) No seriously there are just nights where my brain won't stop working and I just can't sleep. Unfortunately it is more often than not. I have tried all the tricks - keep a pad of paper by your bed and write stuff down, listen to the radio, pray, read a genealogy or two - that stuff just does not get the job done. Here is a glimpse of what is going on ....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our church is doing an Easter drama - I watched the video of one that I was involved in several years ago. While I was watching it I remembered all the behind the scenes "mini drama's". I was trying to remember who had lost their voice at Youth convention. Most importantly ... why did the same guy play Nicodemus and Pilate? There were good memories tied into the play also. It was great to see people that I hadn't seen for years and seeing how well the crucifixion scene was done. Here is the question - why is it that I remember it being better than the video portrayed? Is it because I have all the other memories that were triggered by watching the video that I didn't have before - I am not sure but I am thinking that next year I won't be watching the video, I will play the video in my head instead. I hope you all have a good night and a great day tomorrow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113955550783219590?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113955550783219590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113955550783219590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113955550783219590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113955550783219590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/why.html' title='Why?'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113941804777684335</id><published>2006-02-08T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Happy dance! Happy dance! Happy dance!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thought in my mind right now is a song .... Yes Jesus loves me, Yes Jesus loves me ..... you know the one?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I woke up a few minutes late and turned on the news, went to go brush my teeth and pull my hair back and I come back in my room. On the news there are school closings - a lot of them. I'm going man I wonder what happened. Then the traffic report came on and they showed a street cam and I am thinking what is all the white stuff on road? (obviously  I am not a morning person - takes me several hours and cups of coffee to function) Then it hit me IT'S SNOWING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! So I had to change my outfit so that I could put on tights and boots and then I got to play in the snow -- I mean clean off my car. (oops)The only sad part is my friend that I know would be doing a happy dance with me is in Bangladesh right now and by the time she gets home I am sure the snow will be melted. Snow is so peaceful and makes everything look so clean. If I have enough juice in my camera and I can figure out how to do it I will post a picture tonight. I personally think that anytime it snows it should be a national holiday so that we can all make snow people, have snowball fights and go sledding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note (this has been a GOOD morning) I got to talk with my friend that is in Bangladesh online today for quite a while. I always miss her when she is gone and I am always thankful when she can get a connection and be online. The church in Bangladesh is growing and heading toward great things in God. The thing that has me the most excited is that they are ready to grow and develop their children's ministry programs. (That is a soapbox for another day)That gets me excited - children are so important to the church and I love to see that catching on. Well gotta get back to work - I just wanted to share my happy morning.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113941804777684335?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113941804777684335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113941804777684335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113941804777684335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113941804777684335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/snow.html' title='SNOW!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113937514856517083</id><published>2006-02-07T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pondering</title><content type='html'>Just some things that I tend to ponder about .....&lt;br /&gt;1) Why is every light red when you are running late but not when you need to find something at the bottom of your purse?&lt;br /&gt;2)Why don't the shells of M&amp;M's melt?&lt;br /&gt;3) Why is my hair the opposite of everyone else - frizzy in the winter and not the summer?&lt;br /&gt;4) Do animals really understand each or do they just make a lot of noise to confuse the humans?&lt;br /&gt;5)This one is straight to Heaven - why mosquitoes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do wonder about these things but on a little more serious note here is another thing to ponder. Why would such a great big God become a human to save a bunch of folk that didn't have any sense? Why didn't He just wipe us all off the face of the Earth and start over? Now that is something to ponder but more than that it is something to be thankful for. And if you don't mind I think I want to conclude with a prayer (every once in a while I just might spontaneously bust out with prayer - I will always let you know since I have to type it out anyway in case you don't want to read it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, You are so awesome. I know that my little mind will never completely understand just why You would come to Earth for the sole reason of being a sacrifice for my sins. But I thank you for it. I know that even if I was the only sinner in the world You would have done it only for me. There are not enough words to express the feeling I have inside, but I want to say I love You. I pray that You will bless all the folks that read this prayer and that if they don't yet know Your love for them that they will find it because I can't imagine life without it. Thanks for all the wonderful things You have done. Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew that wasn't so bad now was it? =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113937514856517083?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113937514856517083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113937514856517083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113937514856517083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113937514856517083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/pondering.html' title='Pondering'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113924199814101219</id><published>2006-02-06T07:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter</title><content type='html'>This is my favorite time of year!!!!!! We have not had much snow this year =0( And actually for most of the winter we have had spring type temps. But then Lord moved in and made everything alright!!!! We have cold weather again and there were snow flakes frozen on my windshield this morning!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Hopefully we will get snow before long. The groundhog saw his shadow so we have six weeks to try =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113924199814101219?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113924199814101219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113924199814101219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113924199814101219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113924199814101219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter.html' title='Winter'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113910902029621314</id><published>2006-02-04T19:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.438-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy Day</title><content type='html'>Today has been a lazy day - kinda. Slept late (an extra hour), then just stayed in bed trying to convience myself to go back to sleep. Why is that when you are a teenager you could easily sleep all day on a Sat but now that I am (how old am I, honestly I don't remember at this moment, let's just say) late 20's I can't do that unless I am sick - just doesn't seem right. So then I went and ran errands and just worked on stuff around the house. We have family prayer on Sat nights but other than that I had no obligations. I don't get many of those days anymore and when I know that they are coming I panic. What in the world am I going to fill my time with? But then the day comes and at the end of it I am going but I still have things to do. Well I am going to go read a book for the rest of my evening. I hope ya'll were able to have as lazy a day as I =0)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113910902029621314?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113910902029621314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113910902029621314' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113910902029621314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113910902029621314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/lazy-day.html' title='Lazy Day'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113903212392964640</id><published>2006-02-03T21:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>I have recently realized just how blessed I am in my friendships. Well I guess realized is not necessarily the right word. Knowing that I am leaving is putting things in a different perspective. Perhaps I have taken them for granted I am not sure. All I know is that I am gonna miss my friends when I leave and that I am VERY thankful for technology! I know that we will keep in touch seeing as I do better with an email than a face to face conversation =0) So to all my friends thank you for all that you have given me - wisdom, a shoulder to cry on, encouragement, laughter, and at times a swift kick in the rear. I can't wait to see where our journeys take us!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113903212392964640?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113903212392964640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113903212392964640' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113903212392964640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113903212392964640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113900345974907464</id><published>2006-02-03T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This book rocks!</title><content type='html'>Here is a book that I believe is awesome and I would suggest it to anyone to read. It not only brought about a new close friendship (she probably knows more than she wishes) but it also started me on another leg of my journey - this one was to become closer to the Savior who loves me. The following is a review I wrote about the book for a church newsletter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Beyond Reason &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is February and love is in the air. Thinking about love I am reminded of the best love story ever told. It is of a Savior who came to be with His people and die for them so that they could live with Him forever. It is the story of this love that is told by John Ortberg in Love Beyond Reason. The book opens with the story of a little girl and her rag doll. The doll was always with her and she loved it so much. If you loved this little girl then you loved her doll. This is the principle that the book is based on; We are all rag dolls but we are God’s rag dolls. Through out the pages of Love Beyond Reason we can see the courtship of God and man. Mr. Ortberg not only explains the different ways God shows His love to us but also gives reasons why we may not accept His love and ways to overcome those reasons. When I picked up this book it was at the recommendation of a friend. I was not happy with where my relationship with God was going and that was also affecting my relationships with others. I could not comprehend why God would love me so much. In the pages of this book I found out truths about myself and my behavior. I also began to find out just why God loves me so much. This book was only the beginning of the journey to a new level in my relationship with God. It doesn’t matter if right now you feel that you are the rag doll or the rag dolls owner, this is a book that will bring new hope and understanding to the love story of the ages.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113900345974907464?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113900345974907464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113900345974907464' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113900345974907464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113900345974907464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-book-rocks_03.html' title='This book rocks!'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113894043038344305</id><published>2006-02-02T20:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:27.079-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Change</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Time does not change us, it just unfolds us. - Max Frisch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;What do you want to be when you grow up? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;An astronaut&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Why is that when you are young that is an acceptable answer? No one asks you why. Once you hit a certain age that no longer becomes acceptable. I am going to be doing missions work fairly soon and I had two friends (friends who already know why I am going where I am going) ask me today why I want to be a missionary. Part of me was going "your kidding right - it has been one of those days at work and you are asking me this" but then the other part said - ok Lyn let's revisit this. Why do I want to be a missionary? The simple answer is this - there is a world out there where people are living without hope and without love. Not only that but these same people want something different for their children and are not sure where to turn. I have a Savior that people need to meet and that their children, friends and family members need to meet. I want to introduce them to my best friend and Father - Jesus. And then there is an even simpler answer - He said go and so I am - who am I to argue with the guy that knew me before I was born?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Here is one of my favorite scriptures - one that I will hold onto thru out this journey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For I know the plans I have for you" declares the Lord, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future. Jeremiah 29:11 (NIV)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113894043038344305?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113894043038344305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113894043038344305' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113894043038344305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113894043038344305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/change.html' title='Change'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21827085.post-113891109679048307</id><published>2006-02-02T11:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:51:26.768-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello everyone!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Welcome to my mind - not sure what will happen with this blog perhaps I will finally figure out why I can never find the ruler that is right in front of me and will instead tear apart my desk because I absolutely can not do my job with out that ruler. Or why I will tear apart my room or purse looking for the keys that are in my hand. Please don't get scared when you get these random glimpses into my head ... instead say a prayer for me because that is what I see, hear, think all the time.  =0)~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;A journey begins with one step - I am ready to start are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21827085-113891109679048307?l=lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/feeds/113891109679048307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=21827085&amp;postID=113891109679048307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113891109679048307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/21827085/posts/default/113891109679048307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lynnardsjourney.blogspot.com/2006/02/hello-everyone.html' title='Hello everyone!'/><author><name>Lynnard</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03911557566396764365</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
