<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 23 Dec 2009 03:21:29 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>Do I Hear What God is Saying?</title><description>Humbly Studying God's Word. Learning of My Many Failures.  Finding That I Need His Grace and Mercy.</description><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>65</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-2208667968691821457</guid><pubDate>Mon, 16 Nov 2009 04:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-11-15T22:23:13.316-06:00</atom:updated><title>Wordle Art</title><atom:summary type='text'>image attributed to http://www.wordle.net/.Images of Wordles are licensed </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/11/wordle-art.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-6283179215718264307</guid><pubDate>Tue, 29 Sep 2009 04:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-28T23:17:45.452-05:00</atom:updated><title>In God I Trust</title><atom:summary type='text'>Holy Father, find me.  Search for me quickly!  I feel as though I am adrift at sea and no one can spot me.  I am but a speck, at a great distance away, too small to find.  Father, your great waters are bobbing me up and down so that I am sick.  I am unable to rescue myself, and no one else can hear my cry for help.  I have sent out distress signals, but no one is watching.  Everyone is busy </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/in-god-i-trust.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SsGJNmFBVHI/AAAAAAAAAyU/ybz-Wv5Ruj0/s72-c/prayer02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-6469500317766796860</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Sep 2009 11:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-04T06:46:21.353-05:00</atom:updated><title>Psalms 25</title><atom:summary type='text'>1 A Psalm of David. To You, O Lord, I lift up my soul.2 O my God, I trust in You; Let me not be ashamed; Let not my enemies triumph over me.3 Indeed, let no one who waits on You be ashamed; Let those be ashamed who deal treacherously without cause.4 Show me Your ways, O Lord; Teach me Your paths.5 Lead me in Your truth and teach me, For You are the God of my salvation; On You I wait all the day.6</atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/09/psalms-25.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SqD8vch43VI/AAAAAAAAAx0/wqwb9KlzfU4/s72-c/despair01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-8076992198533330684</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Jun 2009 14:07:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-06-27T09:13:22.036-05:00</atom:updated><title>Are You Suffering?</title><atom:summary type='text'>Sometimes, it's hard to be motivated when bad things are happening all around, and also to yourself.  In fact, when bad things happen to me, I'm often guilty of blaming God, or asking God why these things are happening.  I am learning that our God is a perfect father in every way.  That's not to say I believe if something bad happens, it's because God caused it to happen.  Remember Job, God </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/06/are-you-suffering.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SkYnw_ZsOWI/AAAAAAAAAwA/cytdIMHlxgg/s72-c/suffer01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-8331695791310879051</guid><pubDate>Mon, 25 May 2009 13:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-05-25T08:21:51.843-05:00</atom:updated><title>Antenna</title><atom:summary type='text'>The other morning I was driving along on my way to work, listening to another good sermon on the radio.  By the time I was getting close to the office, the signal was starting to cut out.  The radio signal apparently comes all the way from St. Louis and reaches to parts of Memphis.  This happens each day for me.  Some days, If I leave later, I can hear the end of the program.  If I leave sooner, </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/05/antenna.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/ShqbDsIK-KI/AAAAAAAAAuQ/M3jc33uHWlI/s72-c/siemjfcu19.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-21065639431143088</guid><pubDate>Fri, 24 Apr 2009 04:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-23T23:36:42.387-05:00</atom:updated><title>Water Into Wine</title><atom:summary type='text'>There was a wedding in the village of Cana in Galilee. Jesus' mother was there. Jesus and his disciples were guests also. When they started running low on wine at the wedding banquet, Jesus' mother told him, "They're just about out of wine." Jesus said, "Is that any of our business, Mother - yours or mine? This isn't my time. Don't push me." She went ahead anyway, telling the servants, "Whatever </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/water-into-wine.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SfE_gUWorxI/AAAAAAAAAuE/4-4Fo6kUHuI/s72-c/jesuswaterwine02.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-2386003036191252731</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T22:51:57.817-05:00</atom:updated><title>It's Seed Planting Time</title><atom:summary type='text'>Last month I started planting lots of seeds for my upcoming flower garden. For me, seeds that are planted and come to life are a reminder that God is our creator, and through His creation we can believe and come to know Him. Romans 1:20, Colossians 1:16.You can see in the picture above that the plants that are now visible are casting off their old bodies. Do you see the seed shells of the </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/its-seed-planting-time.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SeVXQdO6vWI/AAAAAAAAAt8/9kuK99yNoZU/s72-c/deathlife01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-8096162139604212929</guid><pubDate>Thu, 02 Apr 2009 03:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-01T22:58:54.434-05:00</atom:updated><title>Do You Have A Giant</title><atom:summary type='text'>Then David said to the Philistine, "You come to me with a sword, with a spear, and with a javelin. But I come to you in the name of the Lord of hosts, the God of the armies of Israel, whom you have defied.  This day the Lord will deliver you into my hand, and I will strike you and take your head from you. And this day I will give the carcasses of the camp of the Philistines to the birds of the </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/04/do-you-have-giant.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SdQ3hJXrPfI/AAAAAAAAAt0/AwJU-29zY8k/s72-c/hex01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-834485948510557596</guid><pubDate>Sat, 28 Feb 2009 22:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-28T16:06:08.421-06:00</atom:updated><title>Lord, Increase My Faith</title><atom:summary type='text'>At about four o'clock in the morning, Jesus came toward them [the disciples in the boat] walking on the water.  They were scared out of their wits. "A ghost!" they said, crying out in terror.  But Jesus was quick to comfort them. "Courage, it's me. Don't be afraid."  Peter, suddenly bold, said, "Master, if it's really you, call me to come to you on the water."  He said, "Come ahead."  But when he</atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/lord-increase-my-faith.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/Sam0bPGKblI/AAAAAAAAAts/2GEwrNTSLok/s72-c/faith01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-8593174629095168859</guid><pubDate>Sat, 07 Feb 2009 19:11:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-02-07T13:26:48.986-06:00</atom:updated><title>Seeking The Lost</title><atom:summary type='text'>Yesterday at work, I started singing this great old song that popped into my head. I hadn’t sung it in a while, but it really was a great encouragement for me. The song was Seeking the Lost written by William A. Ogden in 1886 at the age of 45 years old. The song is a tender song showing the passion that Jesus had when he came into the world to bring salvation to mankind. He knew full well that </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/02/seeking-lost.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SY3dFgMO_7I/AAAAAAAAAtc/WQZzDrJ79Zg/s72-c/pasture.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-16525597288610200</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Jan 2009 16:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-28T10:55:57.252-06:00</atom:updated><title>Allergies</title><atom:summary type='text'>Most every year, I seem to get a good dose of Poison Ivy.  I haven’t gotten it yet this year, but the past couple of years I always seem to get it during the winter months.  For those of you who have never had Poison Ivy, let me explain that you don’t even need to touch or handle the plant to get it.  In fact the past several years I’ve gotten it, has been thanks to my oldest son who’s “given” it</atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/allergies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SYCMt10ykkI/AAAAAAAAAtU/dW6pVdEqw1k/s72-c/allergies.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-6467971912534883070</guid><pubDate>Mon, 26 Jan 2009 16:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-26T10:31:10.579-06:00</atom:updated><title>Baby Feet</title><atom:summary type='text'>Feet are funny, feet are fat.Some are White, Red, Tan, or Black.Feet can run, and feet can jump,Feet can smell just like a skunk.Brand new feet are soft and cuddly,Older feet are hard and crusty.Brand new feet must walk on grass,Older feet can walk on glass.Oh, to have the feet of a child,To be a youngster, meek and mild.To put away my older habits,And run and play like baby rabbits.If I could </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/baby-feet.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SX3kszndmzI/AAAAAAAAAtM/vD6xgfbz-jg/s72-c/feet01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-302765663952645758</guid><pubDate>Sat, 10 Jan 2009 14:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-10T08:31:47.985-06:00</atom:updated><title>God - Our Provider</title><atom:summary type='text'>God works in wonderful ways.  It’s hard or even impossible for me to understand.  But I’ve seen things in my own life – after the fact that I look back and say, wow!  It gives me chills down my back to realize that at that time, when I didn’t even realize it, God was directing me.  And I shutter to think of the outcome had it not been for Him being beside me.  I’d rather not get off on trying to </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2009/01/god-our-provider.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SWiwxL_MNMI/AAAAAAAAAso/h6inkMJYs_A/s72-c/rufus01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-1286121831825477408</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 05:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-30T23:30:25.243-06:00</atom:updated><title>You’ve Just Won Free Tickets!</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today I heard a radio contest and it brought back memories of the one and only time I ever won anything from a radio show. The gift was nice, but I had to head on over to Memphis to pick up free coupon. As I thought about this FREE ticket contest, it reminded me that even though something wonderful and exciting can be free, there is always a price to pay to obtain it. But the FREE gift usually </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/youve-just-won-free-tickets.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SVr_SAaJ8ZI/AAAAAAAAAsg/FRr_RJqUhyg/s72-c/ticket01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-1873040311113186791</guid><pubDate>Sat, 27 Dec 2008 05:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-26T23:36:20.454-06:00</atom:updated><title>Giving My Best</title><atom:summary type='text'>I've rewritten or paraphrased a couple of passages from the bible, to help me study and understand these pasages a little clearer.  God is so good in that he provided us with His holy scriptures, so that we might come to learn from Him.GOD    -   Israel, I have loved you.Israel  -   Ha!  How have you loved us?GOD    -   Was Esau not the rightful son who should have been blessed? GOD    -   Wasn’t</atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/giving-my-best.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SVW9zeOt5kI/AAAAAAAAAsY/QzXpwSKr81c/s72-c/givebest01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-2302477896078398207</guid><pubDate>Thu, 18 Dec 2008 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T23:45:36.732-06:00</atom:updated><title>Winter Solstice – A New Beginning</title><atom:summary type='text'>I’ve been cooped up inside at night for several nights over the past few weeks as the weather has been cloudy, rainy and cold.  Typically, I like to spend several minutes outside at night on my back porch – just staring up at the stars and the moon.  I obviously lead a rather simple life, but I have to say that spending some time alone on the back porch in the cold night air, looking up at the </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-solstice-new-beginning.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SUniS9J_BAI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/s-bYzQgxoEs/s72-c/solstice01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-9167002260955318312</guid><pubDate>Thu, 11 Dec 2008 17:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-11T11:32:47.657-06:00</atom:updated><title>Leverage</title><atom:summary type='text'>Reports out just this week confirm that the U.S. has plans to increase its troop presence in Afghanistan as early as this summer.  In fact, building construction is already underway in preparation for housing the expected 20,000 individual military troops.  In a "change of strategy" admission by the U.S., Defense Secretary Robert Gates says that the new plan under the new president will be to "</atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/leverage.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SUFNf2LzMRI/AAAAAAAAAsI/rIdFcIkllKE/s72-c/leverage01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-3045065455700646404</guid><pubDate>Wed, 10 Dec 2008 13:44:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-10T07:49:37.923-06:00</atom:updated><title>Music for the Soul</title><atom:summary type='text'>Something you might find interesting about me is that by late August, I am already thinking about the upcoming Christmas season.  More specifically, I am already launching my Christmas music play-list in my computer media player.  I can listen to Christmas music for months.  Not the music that you hear non-stop on the radio the day after Thanksgiving, but the more quiet, contemplative stuff – </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/music-for-soul.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/ST_IGqT0z_I/AAAAAAAAAsA/wOha53hD6lo/s72-c/music01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-2701628345131623798</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Dec 2008 22:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-04T16:50:04.182-06:00</atom:updated><title>First</title><atom:summary type='text'>In our lives, we place a great amount of importance on being first.  I am reminded by my younger son, the competitive nature in some children to be the first person in their class to finish their school work.  I can remember wanting to be first in line to go to the lunch room, water fountain, or even to the playground.  Often times as an adult, I find myself wanting to get something done first </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/12/first.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SThc-A4PrEI/AAAAAAAAAmA/iqucezqa5mo/s72-c/first01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-3329399949623356139</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Nov 2008 04:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-26T23:00:28.622-06:00</atom:updated><title>I Am Thankful</title><atom:summary type='text'>Today was just beautiful! It was a nice, cool day with temps in the mid 60’s and mostly sunny. Perfect. I was also able to leave work early – even before lunch. As a result of my early departure from work, I took advantage of the extra time to go and get some Christmas shopping done. I found just what I wanted for the kids and nothing more. I swung by a food joint after my shopping to pick me up </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-was-just-beautiful-it-was-nice.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SS4mPtRCiCI/AAAAAAAAAl4/H6pnuwOmAYw/s72-c/sky01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-2834329065071268128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 05:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-25T23:09:06.734-06:00</atom:updated><title>Thank You, Father.</title><atom:summary type='text'>Jesus was on his way to Jerusalem. He traveled along the border between Samaria and Galilee. As he was going into a village, ten men met him. They had a skin disease. They were standing close by. And they called out in a loud voice, "Jesus! Master! Have pity on us!" Jesus saw them and said, "Go. Show yourselves to the priests." While they were on the way, they were healed. When one of them saw </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/thank-you-father.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SSzYUOfwAbI/AAAAAAAAAlw/Nis02CYdk18/s72-c/givethanks01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-9135509660744413612</guid><pubDate>Thu, 20 Nov 2008 04:38:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-20T06:32:24.334-06:00</atom:updated><title>Go, And Bring Me That Donkey</title><atom:summary type='text'>Jesus sent out two of his disciples. He said to them, "Go to the village ahead of you. As soon as you get there, you will find a donkey's colt tied up. No one has ever ridden it. Untie it and bring it here. Someone may ask you, 'Why are you untying it?' If so, say, 'The Lord needs it.'" Those who were sent ahead went and found the young donkey. It was there just as Jesus had told them. They were </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/go-and-bring-me-that-donkey.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SSTqLmOAeSI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Hh52T6RMHyo/s72-c/donkey01.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-1316276494386893396</guid><pubDate>Mon, 17 Nov 2008 14:10:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-17T08:10:00.855-06:00</atom:updated><title>With The Determination Of A Weed</title><atom:summary type='text'>Lawn season is pretty much over in my part of the country – thank goodness. I had a pretty good Summer with a lot of help from my oldest son in mowing the yard. As I stare out over my relatively small yard today, there are patches of tan – dying grass mixed among the still green Bermuda. Again, I love this time of year. However, all is not well in my lawn, as I have already started to see </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/with-determination-of-weed.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SRzwx-nuYBI/AAAAAAAAAlg/obPMYVCB8_E/s72-c/dandelion03.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-8435972596068179587</guid><pubDate>Thu, 13 Nov 2008 01:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-12T19:20:01.085-06:00</atom:updated><title>Beware Of The Dog!</title><atom:summary type='text'>The other morning as I was sitting on my back porch drinking some coffee, I noticed my neighbor’s dog chained up in their back yard.  The chain was attached to the corner of their shed, and the dog paced back and forth in an arc from one side of the shed to the other.  I’d seen this same image before growing up.  I too had a dog I had to tie up because no matter what, she would manage to dig out </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/beware-of-dog.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SRt_GxAgRwI/AAAAAAAAAlY/KR7yxbiT8I8/s72-c/dog_chain_lo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4480324635748352371.post-1094644996493621185</guid><pubDate>Tue, 04 Nov 2008 18:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-04T13:08:09.759-06:00</atom:updated><title>Church is like a Box of Donuts</title><atom:summary type='text'>The other day, my wife had bought a box of glazed donuts from the store. Ahhh… Now if there were ever a weakness to tempt me – this would be it. I cannot help but love the fresh hot gooey goodness that comes from a card-board box. Well, there are donuts, and then there’s pizza too. By the time I got to the donuts later that same day, I had a chuckle as I opened the box. It reminded me of that </atom:summary><link>http://doyouhearwhatgodsays.blogspot.com/2008/11/church-is-like-box-of-donuts.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Paul Ford)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_EQsEQAyCxqo/SRCXjk03tpI/AAAAAAAAAlQ/uKBDbSv_GaY/s72-c/donut_glazed.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item></channel></rss>