<?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-7675663651015142250</id><updated>2012-01-22T01:12:03.272-06:00</updated><category term='honor'/><category term='cursing'/><category term='barren'/><category term='human trafficking'/><category term='poem'/><category term='trust'/><category term='Bitter'/><category term='hurt'/><category term='Forgiveness'/><category term='death'/><category term='thanksgiving'/><category term='abortion'/><category term='Thanks'/><category term='blood'/><category term='puzzle'/><category term='Empty'/><category term='childless'/><category term='Daniel'/><category term='scars'/><category term='storm'/><category term='blessing'/><category term='mercy'/><category term='oh God'/><category term='jigsaw'/><category term='tear'/><category term='mother'/><category term='curse'/><category term='friend'/><category term='lesson'/><category term='Eden'/><category term='adoption'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='children'/><category term='lonely'/><category term='peace'/><category term='cracked pot'/><category term='innocent'/><category term='abuse'/><category term='Chick Tract'/><category term='original poetry'/><category term='heart'/><category term='brave'/><category term='destiny'/><category term='life'/><category term='Joseph'/><category term='used'/><category term='season'/><category term='Removing stains'/><category term='words'/><category term='Healing'/><category term='plan'/><category term='honour'/><category term='Oil'/><category term='loss of child'/><category term='slavery'/><category term='pain'/><category term='healed'/><category term='love'/><category term='Father&apos;s Day'/><category term='mouth'/><title type='text'>Living Bread Crumbs</title><subtitle type='html'>Inspirational poems and other special surprises to encourage a weary traveler or lead a lost soul in the right direction. Sow a living bread crumb in someone's life today.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>27</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6571397944346790924</id><published>2012-01-22T00:58:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:59:33.391-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>Fruit Test</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm sorry my friend&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That you were hurt so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;By someone who claims to know God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For the true heart of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Is loving and kind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And compassionate to the downtrod&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;There are always deceivers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Not really believers&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Who pretend to be someone they're not&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;These wolves in sheep's clothing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Have always been with us&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;They don't know the true ways of God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To know the true God&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;You must seek him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And be willing to open your heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;He doesn't condemn&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And He doesn't control&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To receive or reject is your part&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;For love's not true love&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you force it&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;It's something that happens within&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;His desire is for you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;To come freely&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And choose for yourself to know Him&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;"By their fruits ye shall know them,"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Is what Jesus said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;What kind of fruit do you see?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;This fruit test will guide you&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And help you discern&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;If you've met a wolf or a sheep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Does the fruit leave a taste&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;That is bitter?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Does it turn you away from the Lord?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you "taste and see&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;that the Lord is good?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Do you want to come back for more?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Consider these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;On your journey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;And remember this lesson I leave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;The true and the false&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Are both offered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Which one will you choose to believe?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;Della Smith&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;1/21/2012 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Beware of false prophets, which come to you in sheep's clothing, but inwardly they are ravening wolves. Matthew 7:15&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Wherefore by their fruits ye shall know them. Not every one that saith unto me, Lord, Lord, shall enter into the kingdom of heaven; but he that doeth the will of my Father which is in heaven. Matthew 7:20,21&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him. Psalm 34:8&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: &amp;quot;Trebuchet MS&amp;quot;,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6571397944346790924?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6571397944346790924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/fruit-test.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6571397944346790924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6571397944346790924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2012/01/fruit-test.html' title='Fruit Test'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-5724408013989444069</id><published>2011-06-21T05:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-22T00:59:57.053-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>Regarding Fathers</title><content type='html'>If you had a father&lt;br /&gt;You loved with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;The honor will come easy&lt;br /&gt;You got a real good start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But many hearts were broken&lt;br /&gt;By a father here below&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they were just missing&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps they dealt cruel blows &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Father's day, we think of them&lt;br /&gt;With gratitude or pain&lt;br /&gt;But here we are, because they are&lt;br /&gt;This truth will still remain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;It's right to honor fathers&lt;br /&gt;There's a promise that comes with it&lt;br /&gt;A life that's long and goes well&lt;br /&gt;It's in the sixth commandment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;If it's hard for you to honor&lt;br /&gt;The father you were given&lt;br /&gt;There is healing for your wounded soul&lt;br /&gt;From Father God in heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He wants to mend those places&lt;br /&gt;That were marred by earthly flaws&lt;br /&gt;His love for you is greater&lt;br /&gt;Than you ever knew there was &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to trust Him&lt;br /&gt;He's not like earthly men&lt;br /&gt;His love is unconditional&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you've been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you've been running from Him&lt;br /&gt;Because of pain or loss&lt;br /&gt;Consider running to Him&lt;br /&gt;There's healing at the cross &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith 6/19/2011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:17&amp;nbsp; And he shall go before him in the spirit and power of Elias, to turn the hearts of the fathers to the children, and the disobedient to the wisdom of the just; to make ready a people prepared for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John 14:18&amp;nbsp; I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 27:10&amp;nbsp; When my father and my mother forsake me, then the LORD will take me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-5724408013989444069?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/5724408013989444069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/regarding-fathers.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/5724408013989444069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/5724408013989444069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2011/06/regarding-fathers.html' title='Regarding Fathers'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6200246294429168492</id><published>2011-01-13T22:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-13T22:07:02.396-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cracked pot'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='brave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>Brave</title><content type='html'>Brave one&lt;br /&gt;Strong one&lt;br /&gt;Not so brave&lt;br /&gt;Weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's okay to crumble&lt;br /&gt;When you're at My feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grace is all sufficient&lt;br /&gt;It's perfect when you're not&lt;br /&gt;It's enough that I work through you&lt;br /&gt;I would rather a cracked pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For flaws allow My beauty&lt;br /&gt;To shine through broken places&lt;br /&gt;And all along the path you run&lt;br /&gt;You water other racers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM with you always&lt;br /&gt;And yes, I know you know &lt;br /&gt;But I wanted to remind you&lt;br /&gt;I AM going where you go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Della Smith 4/16/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;And he said unto me, My grace is sufficient for thee: for my strength is made perfect in weakness. Most gladly therefore will I rather glory in my infirmities, that the power of Christ may rest upon me. 2 Corinthians 12:9&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;The Cracked Pot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-size: x-small;"&gt;A water  bearer in India had two large pots, each hung on each end of a pole  which he carried across his neck.&amp;nbsp; One of the pots had a crack in it,  and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion  of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master's  house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.&amp;nbsp; For a full two years  this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots  full of water in his master's house.&amp;nbsp; Of course, the perfect pot was  proud of its accomplishments.&amp;nbsp; But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of  its own imperfections, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only  half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what it  perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the water bearer one day  by the stream.&amp;nbsp; "I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologize to  you."&amp;nbsp; "Why?" asked the bearer.&amp;nbsp; "What are you ashamed of?"&amp;nbsp; I have been  able, for these past two years, to deliver only half my load because  this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your  master's house.&amp;nbsp; Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work  and you don't get full value for your efforts," the pot said. The water  bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot and in his compassion he said,  "As we return to the master's house I want you to notice the beautiful  flowers along the path." Indeed, as they went up the hill, the old  cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on  the side of the path, and this cheered it some.&amp;nbsp; But at the end of the  trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load, and so  again it apologized to the bearer for its failure. The bearer said to  the pot, "Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of  the path but not on the other pot's side?&amp;nbsp; That's because I have always  known about your flaw, and I took advantage of it.&amp;nbsp; I planted flower  seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from  the stream, you've watered them.&amp;nbsp; For two years I have been able to pick  these beautiful flowers to decorate my master's table.&amp;nbsp; Without you  being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his  house." Each of us has our own unique flaws.&amp;nbsp; We're all cracked pots.&amp;nbsp;  But if we will allow it, the Lord will use our flaws to grace His  Father's table.&amp;nbsp; In God's great economy, nothing goes to waste. So as we  seek ways to minister together and as God calls you to the tasks He has  appointed for you, don't be afraid of your flaws.&amp;nbsp; Acknowledge them and  allow Him to take advantage of them, and you, too, can be the cause of  beauty in His pathway. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6200246294429168492?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6200246294429168492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2011/01/brave.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6200246294429168492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6200246294429168492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2011/01/brave.html' title='Brave'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-7347583431872088369</id><published>2010-11-20T08:10:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-24T07:26:00.950-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanks'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>Thankful</title><content type='html'>I'm thankful for my yesterdays&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for today&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the moments&lt;br /&gt;That take my breath away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the little things&lt;br /&gt;That don't seem all that special&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful that I'm breathing&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for every blessing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thankful for the hard things&lt;br /&gt;That life has put me through&lt;br /&gt;For in those times I learned a lot&lt;br /&gt;Like how to depend on You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The times we are the lowest&lt;br /&gt;Are sometimes for our good&lt;br /&gt;For in the times that seem so bad&lt;br /&gt;We learn things that we should&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like there is a God in heaven&lt;br /&gt;And he listens when we pray&lt;br /&gt;And he will give us wisdom&lt;br /&gt;To get through each new day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No matter where you are in life&lt;br /&gt;There's a treasure waiting there&lt;br /&gt;It's found inside a thankful heart&lt;br /&gt;And gift wrapped with a prayer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Della Smith 11/19/10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-7347583431872088369?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7347583431872088369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/7347583431872088369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/7347583431872088369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/11/thankful.html' title='Thankful'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-160009636060982713</id><published>2010-10-31T15:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T01:01:01.226-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Chick Tract'/><title type='text'>Current Chick Tract</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="240" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://media.chick.com/preview.swf"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.chick.com/preview.swf" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="240"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-160009636060982713?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/160009636060982713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-chick-tract-stinky.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/160009636060982713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/160009636060982713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/10/halloween-chick-tract-stinky.html' title='Current Chick Tract'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6244271922006768391</id><published>2010-09-22T21:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T21:50:11.812-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='oh God'/><title type='text'>Oh God</title><content type='html'>Oh God, how many times have you heard this prayer?&lt;br /&gt;Pleading for comfort in the midst of despair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever all traces of hope seem to be gone&lt;br /&gt;Please God, give me the strength to trudge on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me some patience from your reserve&lt;br /&gt;And a little wisdom, and maybe some courage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give me a shoulder to catch my tears&lt;br /&gt;Give me the peace to quell my fears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I feel so helpless and small&lt;br /&gt;Like my life doesn't make any difference at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please God, whenever I'm feeling this way&lt;br /&gt;Just help me make it through the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;by Della Smith (c) 1976&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6244271922006768391?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6244271922006768391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-god.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6244271922006768391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6244271922006768391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/09/oh-god.html' title='Oh God'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-8110968074889237448</id><published>2010-08-30T20:04:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:22:48.050-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lonely'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='friend'/><title type='text'>Need a Friend?</title><content type='html'>You find yourself feeling empty inside&lt;br /&gt;And you try to cover your pain with your pride&lt;br /&gt;Like the sad clown who paints a smile on his face&lt;br /&gt;And cheers those around him but can never erase&lt;br /&gt;The emptiness that haunts him and taunts him always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've learned from life that you've got to be tough&lt;br /&gt;You've got to be strong when the going gets rough&lt;br /&gt;You've hardened your heart in self defense&lt;br /&gt;And you're afraid you'll be hurt if you take another chance&lt;br /&gt;But deep inside is a tender child who still longs to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You wander through life going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you get weary and just sit and stare&lt;br /&gt;Is there an answer to why you're here?&lt;br /&gt;Are you just meant to suffer and then disappear?&lt;br /&gt;Is there anyone out there who possibly cares?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've been hurt by so many wrongs&lt;br /&gt;You just can't let go, the pain's been there too long&lt;br /&gt;Disappointment is your closest friend&lt;br /&gt;And loneliness lurks around every bend&lt;br /&gt;If this is life who cares if it ends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, THERE IS someone who cares that you hurt&lt;br /&gt;He knows how it feels to be treated like dirt&lt;br /&gt;He's been put down and hated, criticized and abused&lt;br /&gt;He suffered rejection and betrayal too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was stripped of his dignity and stripped of his clothes,&lt;br /&gt;Abandoned by his friends, and seized by his foes,&lt;br /&gt;He's been lonely and weary and hungry and cold,&lt;br /&gt;He never married, he had no one to hold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who in the world would care?" you may say,&lt;br /&gt;Well, his name is Jesus and he's alive today!&lt;br /&gt;He's waiting to hear you call out his name.&lt;br /&gt;He'll fill you with love and heal your shame.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He walked this earth in the body of a man,&lt;br /&gt;So he could really understand&lt;br /&gt;Our hopes, our joys, our fears, our pain,&lt;br /&gt;He felt it all, his loss was our gain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call out for grace and mercy too,&lt;br /&gt;And receive the joy that's waiting for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Della Smith (c) 2000&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-8110968074889237448?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8110968074889237448/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/need-friend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/8110968074889237448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/8110968074889237448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/need-friend.html' title='Need a Friend?'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6375681985295431064</id><published>2010-08-24T22:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-24T22:35:13.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Devotional on Patience</title><content type='html'>(from God's Little Devotional Book)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Patience is the ability to keep your motor idling when you feel like stripping your gears."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He that is slow to anger is better than the mighty; and he that ruleth his spirit than he that taketh a city." Proverbs 16:32&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An old train on a branch line was puffing and creaking slowly through the countryside when suddenly it lurched to a stop. The only passenger in the three-car train rose quickly to his feet and hurried to find the conductor. "Why have we stopped?" he demanded. "I'm a salesman and I have an appointment in less than an hour in the next town. Surely this old train can make it through a pasture!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The conductor smiled, "Nothing to worry about sir. Just a cow on the tracks. Gotta wait her out." The salesman returned to his seat, fuming and fidgeting until the train began to creep forward again about ten minutes later. It chugged along for a mile or two and then ground to a halt once again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time the conductor found the salesman. "Don't worry," he said. "We'll be on our way shortly. It's just a temporary delay." The exasperated salesman asked, "What now? Did we catch up to the cow again?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the salesman didn't know was that the schedule for this particular train had been made so as to &lt;i&gt;allow&lt;/i&gt; for temporary delays and cows on the track!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The salesman made his appointment, but he was worn to a frazzle by his own frustration and concern.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Allow for delays. You'll enjoy life's journey more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6375681985295431064?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6375681985295431064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/devotional-on-patience.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6375681985295431064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6375681985295431064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/08/devotional-on-patience.html' title='Devotional on Patience'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6402512469017161221</id><published>2010-07-03T15:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:23:56.530-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='scars'/><title type='text'>Scars</title><content type='html'>Everyone has scars&lt;br /&gt;Some are deep within&lt;br /&gt;Some are easier to see&lt;br /&gt;Like the one that's on my chin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got it from a bicycle&lt;br /&gt;When I was still quite small&lt;br /&gt;And though you can still see it&lt;br /&gt;It doesn't hurt at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then there was that time&lt;br /&gt;That someone broke my heart&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it coming&lt;br /&gt;And it ripped my world apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of us were wounded&lt;br /&gt;From betrayal by a friend&lt;br /&gt;A deep cut made by broken trust&lt;br /&gt;Is difficult to mend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rejection and abandonment&lt;br /&gt;Have wounded many more&lt;br /&gt;We all long for acceptance&lt;br /&gt;It's deep within our core&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure your scars are different&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps some are the same&lt;br /&gt;But there is healing for them all&lt;br /&gt;It's found in Jesus' name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was wounded for our transgressions&lt;br /&gt;He was bruised to bear our shame&lt;br /&gt;The stripes upon his bleeding back&lt;br /&gt;Were endured for every pain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the daggered thorns he wore&lt;br /&gt;Paid the price for peace of mind&lt;br /&gt;The blood he shed was offered&lt;br /&gt;For the healing of all mankind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple to receive it&lt;br /&gt;Although sometimes it's hard&lt;br /&gt;To trust and let our walls down&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the scars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But he will never harm you&lt;br /&gt;He knows the scars you bear&lt;br /&gt;If you need proof of his pure love&lt;br /&gt;Look at the scars he wears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7/2/2010&amp;nbsp; Della Smith&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, I have engraved you on the palms of my hands; your walls are ever before me. Isaiah 49:16&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is despised and rejected of men; a man of sorrows, and acquainted with grief: and we hid as it were our faces from him; he was despised, and we esteemed him not. Surely he hath borne our griefs, and carried our sorrows: yet we did esteem him stricken, smitten of God, and afflicted. But he was wounded for our transgressions, he was bruised for our iniquities; the chastisement of our peace was upon him; and with his stripes we are healed. Isaiah 53:3-5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6402512469017161221?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6402512469017161221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/scars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6402512469017161221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6402512469017161221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/07/scars.html' title='Scars'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6369855233728336147</id><published>2010-06-23T22:03:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:24:20.559-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='storm'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oil'/><title type='text'>Storm</title><content type='html'>Tempest tossed&lt;br /&gt;Teapot boiling&lt;br /&gt;Seas are dying&lt;br /&gt;Shores are oily&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in charge here?&lt;br /&gt;Do you know?&lt;br /&gt;Whom are you seeking&lt;br /&gt;To take control?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's only one answer&lt;br /&gt;Wisdom cries&lt;br /&gt;Fall on your knees&lt;br /&gt;And look to the skies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For you must acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;The power of God&lt;br /&gt;Is the only solution&lt;br /&gt;Out of this fog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy Spirit arise&lt;br /&gt;And stir up your people&lt;br /&gt;For as we unite&lt;br /&gt;Every giant's defeated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's army arise&lt;br /&gt;If united we'll stand&lt;br /&gt;We'll take this storm&lt;br /&gt;And we'll take this land&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Della Smith 6/16/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6369855233728336147?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6369855233728336147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/storm.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6369855233728336147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6369855233728336147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/storm.html' title='Storm'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6570605427540453552</id><published>2010-06-19T11:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T11:34:25.979-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father&apos;s Day'/><title type='text'>Father's Day Quiz</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;1. Who was the first father in the Bible to lose a son to violence?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. Abraham&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Adam&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. Abel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. Alkaline&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;2.&amp;nbsp; How did Noah save his family?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. He smuggled them out of Sodom and Gomorrah in the middle of the night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. He used a rope and basket to lower them out of the Tower of Babel.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. He built an ark to save them from a flood.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. He taught them the ways of the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;3.&amp;nbsp; Whom did God choose to be father of a great nation?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. Aphrika&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Mekziko&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. Joshua&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. Abram&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;4.&amp;nbsp; Which of the following refers to Jacob's offspring?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. The twelve tribes of Israel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. The Abomination of Desolation&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. The Sanhedrin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. The apostles&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;5.&amp;nbsp; How is the fifth commandment, "Honor your father and mother," different from the other nine?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. It is the only commandment with a promise attached to it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. It is the only commandment that doesn't begin with, "You shall not..."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. It is the only commandment that speaks of human relationships.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. It is the only commandment that was later overturned in a Jewish court of law.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;6.&amp;nbsp; Which of the following begins with the words "Our Father in heaven"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. The Shepherd's Psalm&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. The Lord's Prayer&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. The Love Chapter (1 Corinthians 13)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. The Song of Songs&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;7.&amp;nbsp; What was young Jesus referring to when he said, "Didn't you know I had to be in my Father's house"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. The temple&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Heaven&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. Joseph's home in Nazareth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. Mount Sinai&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;8.&amp;nbsp; In the parable of the lost son, what did the father do when his prodigal son returned?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. He hired him as a servant.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. He had him thrown in prison because he did not recognize his son.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. He threw a huge party.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. The parable doesn't say.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;9. Whom did Jesus call the father of lies?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. The devil&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Peter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. Caiaphas, the high priest&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. The man who causes one person to stray from the path of righteousness&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;10. Which of the following words is an affectionate term for "father"?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; a. Abba&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; b. Corbin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; c. Nazareth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; d. Petra&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To see the answers, &lt;a href="http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/p/tombstone-answers.html"&gt;click here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6570605427540453552?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6570605427540453552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/fathers-day-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6570605427540453552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Bitter'/><title type='text'>Bitter Seed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Words were said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The pain went deep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I tossed and turned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I couldn't sleep&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The more I thought&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The more I burned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My anger grew&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My stomach churned&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The thoughts kept coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why did you treat me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;So unkind?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A bitter seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Went in my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Would I let it grow?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Or stop its start?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;As I pondered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;What to do&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I heard your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The words of truth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;"A bitter root&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Will many defile&lt;br /&gt;For its poison spreads &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To many lives"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I made a choice&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To pull that weed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To stop its start&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;While still a seed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I prayed for the one&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;That hurt me so&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And as I did&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Forgiveness flowed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not all at once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;It took some time&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But as I obeyed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your grace was mine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Now I am free&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The turmoil's past&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Your peace has come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm free at last&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Heb 12:14&amp;nbsp; Follow peace with all men, and holiness, without which no man shall see the Lord: &lt;br /&gt;Heb 12:15&amp;nbsp; Looking diligently lest any man fail of the grace of God; lest any root of bitterness springing up trouble you, and thereby many be defiled;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-8860363294432677115?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8860363294432677115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/bitter-seed.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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engraved on the headstones of famous Bible people. After reading each one, try to guess who is being described.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="11"&gt;&lt;li&gt;I had a captive audience with the one who filled the stands. But when I gave in to the crowd, I simply washed my hands.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt; When I left Haran, I walked through barren land till God said stop. He alone knew when the trip would be through and if I'd ever be called someone's pop.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The prophecies within my book announce the Lord's anointed. Although I don't come out and say it, it's clear to whom they pointed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;With boils and heartache and trouble I sat in some sackcloth and said, "Why is it that God keeps me living? I would surely be better off dead!"&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The king had a way to fire us up for the task we were called to perform. All three of us prayed he would let up someday on his edict to make all conform.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;His mother told him, "Stay away, Son, from Philistine girls, though they look like fun!" Like me, a pagan woman from Sorek Valley, to whom Samson was just another tally. Don't blame me that he lies in his grave; all I did was give him a shave.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I stood head and shoulders above all the rest; my words were always profane, till a shepherd boy took a stone from a brook, spun it round, let it go - what an aim!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Balak, king of Moab, was pretty scared. The Israelites stood on his plain. So I was hired to curse them and send them back east again. On my way to visit the king, my donkey's words left their mark. And so I became a blessing to all who called Abraham patriarch.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The servant knew when I watered the camels I would be given to Isaac to wed. And after our marriage I blessed him with twins - one a schemer, the other nicknamed "Red."&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My husband lost a rib one day in a most unusual way. He fell asleep, and when he woke, he fell in love, and that's no joke!&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;To see the answers, click the link at the top of the page &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol start="11"&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-2550303100088154717?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2550303100088154717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/06/more-tombstone-riddles.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/2550303100088154717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Needing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;To be whole&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Fleeting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Feeling&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comes and goes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Always&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Comes back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I suppose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Simple&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I give up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I receive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;God's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Great love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;What it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;I was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Holy love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-7239083229737808680?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/7239083229737808680/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6186171005906445459</id><published>2010-05-27T17:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-27T17:19:32.587-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Removing stains'/><title type='text'>Removing Stains</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basic Guidelines&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ul style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Treat the stain while it is fresh&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid hot water on an unknown stain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Test fabric for color change.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Use removers sparingly - many brief applications are better than one long one.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Spread liquid remover unevenly around stain.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Rinse well - never let a liquid chemical dry on cloth.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dry rapidly to help prevent rings.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Greasy Stains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If washable, rub detergent into the stain. Then rinse with warm water. If stain persists, try carbon tetrachloride. Heavy substances such as pitch or asphalt, should first be softened with petroleum jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; If non-washable, use cornstarch or white talcum powder. Dust powder on the spot to absorb grease, then brush off. An effective paste-like cleaner can be formed by mixing a grease solvent or cleaning fluid with talcum powder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(adhesive tape, asphalt, butter, candle wax, cream, cream soup, gravy, margarine, meat juice, milk, oil, pitch, soot, road oil, tar) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Non-Greasy Stains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Sponge with cold water. Then rub glycerin into the stain and let stand for 30 minutes or longer. Rinse thoroughly with water and hang in the sun while dripping wet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;(candy, catsup, cherry, chocolate, coffee, ice cream, mustard, peach, pear, plum, soft drinks, tea, tomato juice) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: blue; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Stains&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Acids&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Act quickly to prevent damage. Wash stain with cold water and rinse several times; then apply ammonia water or baking soda. Have white vinegar ready to apply if color changes. Rinse well.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;b&gt;Blood&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soak in cold water until stain turns light brown in color. Then wash in warm soapy water. If stain persists, use hydrogen peroxide.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Chewing Gum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rub gum stain with ice, or put garment in plastic bag and freeze. Scrape or rub hardened gum out of cloth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dyes and Running Colors&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If washable, soak material in cold water for several hours. Wash in heavy suds, then dry in sun. Bleaches can be effective on some white fabrics.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Egg&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponge with cold water. If stain remains, sprinkle with pepsin powder. Let stand for 30 minutes, then rinse.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fruit and Berries&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For cherry, pear, peach, or plum stains, use NON-GREASY treatment. For discoloration from citrus fruits, use ACID treatment.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Grass&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If material is washable, work detergent into stain and rinse. If stain remains, use hydrogen peroxide or chlorine bleach. On unwashable fabrics, sponge with alcohol, if it is safe for the material.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ink (Ball Point)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sponge repeatedly with alcohol, if safe for fabric. Rinse immediately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Mildew&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat while spots are fresh. Wash thoroughly and dry in sun. Or moisten stain with lemon juice and salt and place in sun.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Oil Paint and Varnish&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat quickly. If material is washable, remove fresh stains by washing with plenty of soap. If the stain has dried, soften it first by rubbing in petroleum jelly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Most Troublesome Stain&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Why bother with stains?&amp;nbsp; We get rid of stains so we may have a clean acceptable appearance. But there is something worse than stained clothes - a stain that makes us unacceptable in God's sight. That stain is sin.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The Bible declares that "all have sinned and come short of the glory of God" (Romans 3:23). And it takes just one sin to stain your soul and make you unfit for God's heaven.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But God offers a way - the only way - to completely cleanse the stains of sin, whether many or few. "Come now, and let us reason together, saith the Lord: though your sins be as scarlet, they shall be as white as snow; though they be red like crimson, they shall be as wool" (Isaiah 1:18).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The New Testament gives unmistakably clear instructions for removing sin's stains. First God identifies the only effective sin-eradicator: "the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." Then we are told how this wonderful cleansing is obtained: "If we confess our sins, he is faithful and just to forgive us our sins, and to cleanse us from all unrighteousness" (1 John 1:7,9).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: blue;"&gt;Receive this cleansing now!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6186171005906445459?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6186171005906445459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/removing-stains.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6186171005906445459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6186171005906445459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/removing-stains.html' title='Removing Stains'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-4244116323845945404</id><published>2010-05-22T23:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T00:59:29.714-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bible Character Tombstones</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The poems below could have been engraved on the headstones of famous Bible people. After reading each one, try to guess who is being described.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;ol style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;To me, Christians were worse than debtors; I would chain them up in iron fetters. But God changed my name, forgave my blame, had me travel and write letters. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You know me as the girl God chose to bear his only Son. I was scared but bravely dared to let his kingdom come.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sheep knew me as shepherd. The king enjoyed my strumming. But when I was anointed by Sam, Saul's behavior became unbecoming.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When my boss died I took over. We crossed over a dry riverbed, and the walls of the city we conquered collapsed just the way that the Lord had said.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I learned the hard way it doesn't pay when God says, "Go!" to run away. Your boat may toss, the wind may blow, and a giant fish may swallow you whole.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I used to pray three times a day, windows open, facing the east. How would I know I'd end up thrown into the den of a beast?&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I lived in a garden. My wife made me glad. I never had a mother, and I never had a dad.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The hair on my head grew long as can be. And strong were my muscles, 'twas easy to see. But I had quite a temper and liked pagan maids, which cost me my eyes and wondrous braids.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;It really was a tiring chore to build a floating zoo. But I was the Lord's "yes man" for sure, and I did what he said to do.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;When I was a baby, I lived in a boat that my mother had made from reeds. Rescued by royalty, I lived a fine life till God called me to do his deeds.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To see the answers, click link at top of page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-4244116323845945404?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/4244116323845945404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/bible-character-tombstones.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/4244116323845945404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/4244116323845945404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/bible-character-tombstones.html' title='Bible Character Tombstones'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-8246206496200450271</id><published>2010-05-20T18:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-05-22T18:37:15.018-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='puzzle'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='peace'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='lesson'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jigsaw'/><title type='text'>Jigsaw Puzzle Lessons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;First the most important lesson:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;Jesus Christ is the missing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S_hp0JjSiNI/AAAAAAAAABw/4WfAJYQS0tY/s1600/puzzle4.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="131" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S_hp0JjSiNI/AAAAAAAAABw/4WfAJYQS0tY/s200/puzzle4.jpg" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; to life's puzzle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;(graphic designed by Della Smith)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here is a list of lessons from Pastor Tim at &lt;a href="http://www.cybersalt.org/"&gt;http://www.cybersalt.org&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Here's some life lessons I've learned from jigsaw puzzles:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't force a fit. If something is meant to be, it will come together&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;naturally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When things aren't going so well, take a break. Everything will look&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;different when you return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be sure to look at the big picture. Getting hung up on the little pieces&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;only leads to frustration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perseverance pays off. Every important puzzle went together bit by bit,&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;piece by piece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When one spot stops working, move to another. But be sure to come back&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;later (see above).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creator of the puzzle gave you the picture as a guidebook.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Variety is the spice of life. It's the different colors and patterns  that make the puzzle interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Establish the border first. Boundaries give a sense of security and  order.&lt;/span&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be afraid to try different combinations. Some matches are  surprising.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take time to celebrate your successes (even little ones).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anything worth doing takes time and effort. A great puzzle can't be  rushed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-family: Verdana,sans-serif; text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-8246206496200450271?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8246206496200450271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/jigsaw-puzzle-lessons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/8246206496200450271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/8246206496200450271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/jigsaw-puzzle-lessons.html' title='Jigsaw Puzzle Lessons'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S_hp0JjSiNI/AAAAAAAAABw/4WfAJYQS0tY/s72-c/puzzle4.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-3159615089089538773</id><published>2010-05-14T17:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:25:43.879-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blood'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mercy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='curse'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Eden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='innocent'/><title type='text'>Innocent Blood</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;If you believe the Bible&lt;br /&gt;That the word of God is true&lt;br /&gt;You know the blood of innocents&lt;br /&gt;Will bring a curse on you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blood that's not atoned for&lt;br /&gt;Cries out from the ground&lt;br /&gt;For when there is injustice&lt;br /&gt;There's no rest until it's found&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember back in Eden&lt;br /&gt;When the serpent was so subtle?&lt;br /&gt;His strategy to twist God's word&lt;br /&gt;Has caused a world of trouble!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He loves to make you question&lt;br /&gt;The wisdom of God's ways&lt;br /&gt;Surely YOU are wiser&lt;br /&gt;Than the most Ancient of Days&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please consider carefully&lt;br /&gt;What you believe or don't&lt;br /&gt;Have you turned your back on Truth&lt;br /&gt;Because of what YOU want?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're really seeking&lt;br /&gt;The truth will soon be found&lt;br /&gt;But if you're really hiding&lt;br /&gt;You're treading shaky ground&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a blood that cries out&lt;br /&gt;The most innocent of all&lt;br /&gt;That breaks the curse of all the rest&lt;br /&gt;The curse from Eden's fall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It cries for true repentance&lt;br /&gt;It cries out for the lost&lt;br /&gt;It cries to every listening ear&lt;br /&gt;It cries out from the cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blood of Jesus covers&lt;br /&gt;With mercy ever new&lt;br /&gt;The blood of Jesus cries out&lt;br /&gt;Will you let me cover you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith 5/14/10&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And the LORD said unto Cain, Where is Abel thy brother? And he said, I know not: Am I my brother's keeper? And he said, What hast thou done? the voice of thy brother's blood crieth unto me from the ground. And now art thou cursed from the earth, which hath opened her mouth to receive thy brother's blood from thy hand; Genesis 4:9-11&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;And to Jesus the mediator of the new covenant, and to the blood of sprinkling, that speaketh better things than that of Abel. See that ye refuse not him that speaketh. For if they escaped not who refused him that spake on earth, much more shall not we escape, if we turn away from him that speaketh from heaven:&amp;nbsp; Hebrews 12:24-25&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-3159615089089538773?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3159615089089538773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/innocent-blood.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/3159615089089538773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/3159615089089538773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/innocent-blood.html' title='Innocent Blood'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-2459862774120370296</id><published>2010-05-09T15:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:26:09.766-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honour'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honor'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='children'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><title type='text'>Honor Due</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Thank you Lord for mothers&lt;br /&gt;In every shape and size&lt;br /&gt;You've made each one beautiful&lt;br /&gt;And special in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of them gave birth&lt;br /&gt;And some of them weren't able&lt;br /&gt;But the real heart of a mother&lt;br /&gt;Is much more than just a label&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's loving, caring, giving&lt;br /&gt;It's sacrifice and tears&lt;br /&gt;It's training, teaching, helping&lt;br /&gt;It's preparing for future years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We've all been touched by mothers&lt;br /&gt;For that's part of God's plan&lt;br /&gt;And no, there are none perfect&lt;br /&gt;For that's the plight of man&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But mothers now we honor&lt;br /&gt;For without them we'd not be here&lt;br /&gt;Truly honor is due every day&lt;br /&gt;Not just one day a year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith&amp;nbsp; 5/9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honour thy father and thy mother: that thy days may be long upon the land which the LORD thy God giveth thee. Exodus 20:12&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her children arise up, and call her blessed; her husband also, and he praiseth her. Proverbs 31:28&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-2459862774120370296?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2459862774120370296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/honor-due.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/2459862774120370296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/2459862774120370296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/honor-due.html' title='Honor Due'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-2901364956170317069</id><published>2010-05-09T15:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:26:39.957-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='loss of child'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='barren'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='childless'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='adoption'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mother'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abortion'/><title type='text'>Childless</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For all the barren wombs&lt;br /&gt;That never bore a child&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the ones whose choices&lt;br /&gt;Caused their child to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the ones who gave birth&lt;br /&gt;But gave their child away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all the grieving mothers&lt;br /&gt;Whose child lays in the grave&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord has not forgotten&lt;br /&gt;The pain and grief you bear&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The longing for your children&lt;br /&gt;When your children are not there&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are not a second class&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken and alone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He feels the beating of your hurt&lt;br /&gt;He hears your silent moan&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is healing for your soul&lt;br /&gt;Whatever pain you have&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you'll bring it to Jesus&lt;br /&gt;He'll apply his healing salve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith 5/9/10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are three things that are never satisfied, yea, four things say not, It is enough: The grave; and the barren womb; the earth that is not filled with water; and the fire that saith not, It is enough. Proverbs 30:15-16 &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Rama was there a voice heard, lamentation, and weeping, and great mourning, Rachel weeping for her children, and would not be comforted, because they are not. Matthew 2:18&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-2901364956170317069?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/2901364956170317069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/childless.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/2901364956170317069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/2901364956170317069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/05/childless.html' title='Childless'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-6434217895173799791</id><published>2010-04-23T17:33:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:27:03.902-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='slavery'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='human trafficking'/><title type='text'>Bleeding</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not the ugly things you say&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't like what you call me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't enjoy your cruel touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Or the way that you defile me&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm screaming on the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Please stop and let me go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I don't want to do these things&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to tell you NO!!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not an object, thing or toy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I am a human being&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not some invented fantasy&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hurt, I've got real feelings&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;The only pleasure going on&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is happening in your mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Just because I must obey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Doesn't mean it's fine&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm longing for a gentle touch&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not your selfish demands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A simple hug would mean so much&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;No more of your commands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I hear your footsteps coming&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;My heart is filled with dread&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm dying on the inside&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Won't be long before I'm dead&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I want to go far, far away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;To run away and hide&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;But the only place that I can go&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Is somewhere in my mind&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm leaving now, not really here&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm in a better place&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm not listening to your words&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Not looking at your face&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Will someone be my hero?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I'm praying one will come&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I need a place of refuge&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;I need my own safe home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Can someone hear me bleeding?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Anyone at all?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Can you hear heaven weeping?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Will you answer heaven's call?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;~Della Smith 4/22/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psa 35:17&amp;nbsp; Lord, how long wilt thou look on? rescue my soul from their destructions, my darling from the lions.&amp;nbsp; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;For more information about the issue of human trafficking, go to: http://www.exoduscry.com/&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Exodus Cry is an international anti-trafficking organization committed to abolishing modern day slavery and assisting the victims of human trafficking and slavery through rescue, rehabilitation, and reintegration into society.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;Their mission is to end Human Trafficking and Modern-Day Slavery&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-6434217895173799791?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/6434217895173799791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/bleeding.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6434217895173799791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/6434217895173799791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/bleeding.html' title='Bleeding'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-1441383054938204411</id><published>2010-04-15T17:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:27:33.313-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='used'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='healed'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='pain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hurt'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='abuse'/><title type='text'>Used</title><content type='html'>Used.&lt;br /&gt;Abused.&lt;br /&gt;Rejected.&lt;br /&gt;Forsaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love.&lt;br /&gt;Not love.&lt;br /&gt;Not real.&lt;br /&gt;Mistaken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ashamed.&lt;br /&gt;Full of pain.&lt;br /&gt;Heart sad.&lt;br /&gt;Broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tried again.&lt;br /&gt;Didn't win.&lt;br /&gt;Hard heart.&lt;br /&gt;Won't be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heart healed.&lt;br /&gt;God is real.&lt;br /&gt;Hope restored.&lt;br /&gt;By my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Healed heart.&lt;br /&gt;New start.&lt;br /&gt;Freedom found.&lt;br /&gt;In my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chains gone.&lt;br /&gt;New song.&lt;br /&gt;Praises to.&lt;br /&gt;God my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm used.&lt;br /&gt;Not abused.&lt;br /&gt;Love to serve.&lt;br /&gt;God my Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isaiah 61:7 For your shame ye shall have double; and for confusion they shall rejoice in their portion: therefore in their land they shall possess the double: everlasting joy shall be unto them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith&lt;br /&gt;4/15/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-1441383054938204411?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/1441383054938204411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/used.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/1441383054938204411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/1441383054938204411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/04/used.html' title='Used'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-9164605919496564094</id><published>2010-03-28T13:56:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:28:06.886-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trust'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Daniel'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='season'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Joseph'/><title type='text'>Heaven Sent?</title><content type='html'>I didn't like the way it went&lt;br /&gt;It surely was improper&lt;br /&gt;This couldn't have been heaven sent&lt;br /&gt;The lies, the tricks, the horror!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then I thought of Joseph&lt;br /&gt;Who was sold out by his brothers&lt;br /&gt;I remembered that he suffered&lt;br /&gt;So that he could rescue others&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I also thought of Daniel&lt;br /&gt;He didn't have a say so&lt;br /&gt;He had to live in Babylon&lt;br /&gt;When he wished he could have said NO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The situation you are in&lt;br /&gt;May not be your ideal&lt;br /&gt;But when you're in the furnace&lt;br /&gt;You will find out God is real&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So don't complain or grumble&lt;br /&gt;You're only in a season&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the one who's in control&lt;br /&gt;In time, you'll know the reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust in the LORD with all thine heart; and lean not unto thine own understanding. In all thy ways acknowledge him, and he shall direct thy paths. Proverbs 3:5-6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for you, ye thought evil against me; but God meant it unto good, to bring to pass, as it is this day, to save much people alive. Genesis 50:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The king answered unto Daniel, and said, Of a truth it is, that your God is a God of gods, and a Lord of kings, and a revealer of secrets, seeing thou couldest reveal this secret. Then the king made Daniel a great man, and gave him many great gifts, and made him ruler over the whole province of Babylon, and chief of the governors over all the wise men of Babylon. Then Daniel requested of the king, and he set Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, over the affairs of the province of Babylon: but Daniel sat in the gate of the king. 2:47-49 &lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith 3/28/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-9164605919496564094?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/9164605919496564094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/heaven-sent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/9164605919496564094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/9164605919496564094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/heaven-sent.html' title='Heaven Sent?'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-3628430348225932221</id><published>2010-03-20T13:26:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:28:36.568-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blessing'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mouth'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='words'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='life'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cursing'/><title type='text'>The Choice</title><content type='html'>I had a choice&lt;br /&gt;I made a choice&lt;br /&gt;To speak life or speak death&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choice I made&lt;br /&gt;Was soon displayed&lt;br /&gt;My choice was manifest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;The ending is your choice:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) The choice I made&lt;br /&gt;was soon displayed&lt;br /&gt;Alas, my choice was death!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) The choice I made&lt;br /&gt;was soon displayed&lt;br /&gt;Oh joy, I am so blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deu 30:19 I call heaven and earth to record this day against you, that I have set before you life and death, blessing and cursing: therefore choose life, that both thou and thy seed may live: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro 18:21 Death and life are in the power of the tongue; and they that love it shall eat the fruit thereof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith 3/20/2010&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-3628430348225932221?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3628430348225932221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/choice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/3628430348225932221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/3628430348225932221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/choice.html' title='The Choice'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-3680688917972800356</id><published>2010-03-20T10:34:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:29:01.011-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='plan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='destiny'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>The Plan</title><content type='html'>When I was born&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know&lt;br /&gt;There was a perfect plan for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I know&lt;br /&gt;That all along&lt;br /&gt;That plan was written in eternity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Della Smith 3/19/2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeremiah 1:5. Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee, and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet into the nations.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-3680688917972800356?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/3680688917972800356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/plan.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/3680688917972800356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/3680688917972800356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/plan.html' title='The Plan'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7675663651015142250.post-8434985417666667382</id><published>2010-03-14T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-16T19:29:25.985-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='heart'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tear'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='poem'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='original poetry'/><title type='text'>A Tear Fell</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;A tear fell&lt;br /&gt;A heart broke&lt;br /&gt;But as it fell&lt;br /&gt;A prayer it wrote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the strongest prayers&lt;br /&gt;Are without words&lt;br /&gt;A prayer of tears&lt;br /&gt;Is always heard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~ Della Smith&lt;br /&gt;3/14/2010&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thou tellest my wanderings: put thou my tears into thy bottle: are they not in thy book?" Psalm 56:8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who in the days of his flesh, when he had offered up prayers and supplications with strong crying and tears unto him that was able to save him from death, and was heard in that he feared; though he were a Son, yet learned he obedience by the things which he suffered; and being made perfect, he became the author of eternal salvation unto all them who obey him..." Hebrews 5:7-9&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7675663651015142250-8434985417666667382?l=livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/feeds/8434985417666667382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/tear-fell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/8434985417666667382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7675663651015142250/posts/default/8434985417666667382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://livingbreadcrumbs.blogspot.com/2010/03/tear-fell.html' title='A Tear Fell'/><author><name>Living Bread Crumbs</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16470826110587971817</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_HHYBKeZu8ng/S6qVFLNzQcI/AAAAAAAAAA4/fEpTsrte4QA/S220/l.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
