<?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-3704545421644549410</id><updated>2011-07-30T12:06:14.165-04:00</updated><title type='text'>delightful days</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kathy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02220216221705415626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/ScqMyO_V71I/AAAAAAAAABc/D7rK6WEAbiM/S220/DSC00020.1.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704545421644549410.post-551251854235494185</id><published>2010-09-13T21:06:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-13T21:09:32.752-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="float: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 70px; padding-top: 2px;font-family:Times,serif,Georgia;font-size:100px;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt; have never heard this hymn before.  I saw someone reference it in their Facebook status and loved it immediately.  Take a moment to let these amazing words by Frederick Martin Lehman sink in:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;The love of God is greater far&lt;br /&gt;Than tongue or pen can ever tell;&lt;br /&gt;It goes beyond the highest star,&lt;br /&gt;And reaches to the lowest hell;&lt;br /&gt;The guilty pair, bowed down with care,&lt;br /&gt;God gave His Son to win;&lt;br /&gt;His erring child He reconciled,&lt;br /&gt;And pardoned from his sin.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" class="chorus"&gt;O love of God, how rich and pure!&lt;br /&gt;How measureless and strong!&lt;br /&gt;It shall forevermore endure&lt;br /&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When years of time shall pass away,&lt;br /&gt;And earthly thrones and kingdoms fall,&lt;br /&gt;When men, who here refuse to pray,&lt;br /&gt;On rocks and hills and mountains call,&lt;br /&gt;God’s love so sure, shall still endure,&lt;br /&gt;All measureless and strong;&lt;br /&gt;Redeeming grace to Adam’s race—&lt;br /&gt;The saints’ and angels’ song.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p&gt;Could we with ink the ocean fill,&lt;br /&gt;And were the skies of parchment made,&lt;br /&gt;Were every stalk on earth a quill,&lt;br /&gt;And every man a scribe by trade,&lt;br /&gt;To write the love of God above,&lt;br /&gt;Would drain the ocean dry.&lt;br /&gt;Nor could the scroll contain the whole,&lt;br /&gt;Though stretched from sky to sky.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;What an amazing reminder to cling to in all things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704545421644549410-551251854235494185?l=kathyrohrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/feeds/551251854235494185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/551251854235494185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/551251854235494185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/love-of-god.html' title='The Love of God'/><author><name>Kathy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02220216221705415626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/ScqMyO_V71I/AAAAAAAAABc/D7rK6WEAbiM/S220/DSC00020.1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704545421644549410.post-1834404288666250550</id><published>2010-09-10T18:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-10T18:00:00.818-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nature of God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="float: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 70px; padding-top: 2px;font-family:Times,serif,Georgia;font-size:100px;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;n our youth ministry, we are trying to spend more time teaching students how to actually get into the word of God and why it's so important for them.  Throughout Scripture, I am comforted by the fact that God is God through and through.  I just read &lt;a href="http://paigeknudsen.blogspot.com/2009/12/hope.html"&gt;this woman's&lt;/a&gt; story and it really touched me as I listened to her simple confidence and hope in God.  Her short testimony shares about this reality:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8061783&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://vimeo.com/moogaloop.swf?clip_id=8061783&amp;amp;server=vimeo.com&amp;amp;show_title=1&amp;amp;show_byline=1&amp;amp;show_portrait=0&amp;amp;color=&amp;amp;fullscreen=1&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;loop=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="400" height="225"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/8061783"&gt;Stories of Hope-Paige&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/gracesnellville"&gt;gfc.tv Videos&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/"&gt;Vimeo&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;These words really grabbed me:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;"The same God that was with me when I was a bride in the wedding was the same God who was with me when I was a widow at the graveside"&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;God's nature doesn't change based on our perceptions or the things that happen to us.  He is always God and he is always good.  Even in the worst, he holds us in the palm of his hands.  What words for her to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704545421644549410-1834404288666250550?l=kathyrohrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/feeds/1834404288666250550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/nature-of-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/1834404288666250550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/1834404288666250550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/09/nature-of-god.html' title='The Nature of God'/><author><name>Kathy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02220216221705415626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/ScqMyO_V71I/AAAAAAAAABc/D7rK6WEAbiM/S220/DSC00020.1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704545421644549410.post-2339994913297873030</id><published>2010-09-08T13:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-08T13:09:07.269-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome Autumn</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="float: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 70px; padding-top: 2px;font-family:Times,serif,Georgia;font-size:100px;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;  love bright, summery colors.  Eric thinks that I decorate with lots of florals, pinks, purples, and crazy patterns, but he has no idea of the restraint I show when it comes to limiting them.  If it was just me, it'd be like life under the big top tent in my house!  So I guess I should be thankful for the restraint he brings to my life, huh?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But come fall, all that goes out the window.  Come fall, I crave warm &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;browns&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;oranges&lt;/span&gt;, and &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;reds&lt;/span&gt;.  Yum.  It's September and that means game on!  Last night, I got out our tub of fall and spread it all over.  Paired with some great new finds, I am so excited to see how it all turns out.  I love me some fall!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704545421644549410-2339994913297873030?l=kathyrohrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/feeds/2339994913297873030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-autumn.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/2339994913297873030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/2339994913297873030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/08/awesome-autumn.html' title='Awesome Autumn'/><author><name>Kathy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02220216221705415626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/ScqMyO_V71I/AAAAAAAAABc/D7rK6WEAbiM/S220/DSC00020.1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704545421644549410.post-8417828715669442472</id><published>2010-08-16T07:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T07:09:39.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Poor Flowers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/TGdP-vKXmFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cr7ZtWYK7Rw/s1600/IMG_3048.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/TGdP-vKXmFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cr7ZtWYK7Rw/s320/IMG_3048.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505457008714160210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="float: left; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 70px; padding-top: 2px;font-family:Times,serif,Georgia;font-size:100px;"  &gt;I&lt;/span&gt;f I didn't kill potted plants, I  would have them all over my house.  All the time.  Every single day.  It  might have something to do with the fact that I'm irresponsible,  forgetful, and a little bit absent-minded.  I never notice they're dying  until they are d-e-a-d.  But I still indulge occasionally ... like the  day before a big event when I want to impress people.  Take a  look at these great flowers from this spring:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: georgia;" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/TGdOj-k8WxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5Uq_R6huk30/s1600/IMG_3047.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/TGdOj-k8WxI/AAAAAAAAAKk/5Uq_R6huk30/s320/IMG_3047.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5505455449484057362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I have a fabulous Hobby Lobby vase/container, and I just plopped that ugly green container right in it.  Perfect! For the top picture, I put the ugly container in the hurricane and surrounded it with those translucent pebbles.  It looked just like the flowers were planted in the pebbles - without all the dirty mess.  Since I'm lazy and didn't want to have to clean that huge thing filled with soil, I was pretty proud.  Lazy, cute arrangements.  They were dead in two weeks.  But it was fun while it lasted!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704545421644549410-8417828715669442472?l=kathyrohrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/feeds/8417828715669442472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/08/poor-flowers.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/8417828715669442472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/8417828715669442472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2010/08/poor-flowers.html' title='Poor Flowers'/><author><name>Kathy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02220216221705415626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/ScqMyO_V71I/AAAAAAAAABc/D7rK6WEAbiM/S220/DSC00020.1.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/TGdP-vKXmFI/AAAAAAAAAK0/cr7ZtWYK7Rw/s72-c/IMG_3048.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3704545421644549410.post-3930417989213786637</id><published>2009-12-17T10:40:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-14T21:56:35.668-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Polka Dot house</title><content type='html'>This is what I would like the outside of my dream house to look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.gstatic.com/hostedimg/0c0559aaf44512b9_landing"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 336px; height: 336px;" src="http://www.gstatic.com/hostedimg/0c0559aaf44512b9_landing" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://birdandbanner.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/polka3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 400px;" src="http://birdandbanner.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/08/polka3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But since my husband will refuse to walk through our door out of embarrassment, I guess I'll just stick to making the inside of our house exactly the way I want it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is a place where we can document the progress we've made, the things we're going to do, and the failed attempts.  I'm only going to try to repaint each room four or five times.  I'm a little indecisive ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3704545421644549410-3930417989213786637?l=kathyrohrs.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/feeds/3930417989213786637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/polka-dot-house.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/3930417989213786637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3704545421644549410/posts/default/3930417989213786637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kathyrohrs.blogspot.com/2009/12/polka-dot-house.html' title='Polka Dot house'/><author><name>Kathy R</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02220216221705415626</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='26' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_5mcMFzCJ2I8/ScqMyO_V71I/AAAAAAAAABc/D7rK6WEAbiM/S220/DSC00020.1.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
