<?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-4150948760871024590</id><updated>2012-01-25T08:02:05.132-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Whispers Speak Loudest</title><subtitle type='html'>I wait.
Dear Lord, Thy ways
Are past finding out,
Thy love too high.
O hold me still
Beneath Thy shadow.
It is enough that Thou
Lift up the light
Of Thy countenance.
I wait-
Because I am commanded
So to do. My mind
Is filled with wonderings.
My soul asks "Why?"
But then the quiet word,
"Wait thou only
Upon God"
And so, not even for the light
To show a step ahead,
But for Thee, dear Lord,
I wait.............       -Elisabeth Elliot (from Passion &amp; Purity)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-7863406655107393505</id><published>2007-07-17T23:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:19:24.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diary Of An Old Soul</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;Too eager I must not be to understand.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;How should the work the Master goes about &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fit the vague sketch my compasses have planned?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am his house-for him to go in and out. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;He builds me now-and if I cannot see&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;At anytime what he is doing with me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Tis that he makes the house for me too grand.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;The house is not for me-it is for him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;His royal thoughts require many a stair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many a tower, many an outlook fair,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of which I have no thought, and need no care.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where I am most perplexed, it may be there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thou mak'st a secret chamber, holy-dim,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where thou wilt come to help my deepest prayer.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;I cannot tell why this day I am ill; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I am well because it is thy will-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which is to make me pure and right like thee.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not yet I need escape-'tis bearable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because thou knowest.  And when harder things &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shall rise and gather, and overshadow me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shall have comfort in thy strengthenings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-George MacDonald&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&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/4150948760871024590-7863406655107393505?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/7863406655107393505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=7863406655107393505' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/7863406655107393505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/7863406655107393505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/07/too-eager-i-must-not-be-to-understand.html' title='Diary Of An Old Soul'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-2677325416983574702</id><published>2007-07-17T22:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-18T00:06:48.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>June 29th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Rp2v1pcvMgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uRSmovRch-Q/s1600-h/IMG_1015_1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Rp2v1pcvMgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uRSmovRch-Q/s320/IMG_1015_1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088416490192843266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 153);"&gt;Last month my two sisters and I held a music recital for our piano, guitar and bass students.   Between the three of us we have 49 students who come through our home each week and I must admit that at times I wonder why I'm sitting there listening to kids plunck out little songs and practice scales... then we have a recital and I'm reminded what a gift it is to teach!!  God has truly blessed me. I get to sit with so many special young people each week that challenge me with questions I never asked and that look at music and life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);font-family:courier new;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 255, 153);"&gt; in ways that are so unique.  Sometimes I'm amazed that I get paid to learn from these great students!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&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/4150948760871024590-2677325416983574702?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/2677325416983574702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=2677325416983574702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/2677325416983574702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/2677325416983574702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/07/june-29th.html' title='June 29th'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Rp2v1pcvMgI/AAAAAAAAAEs/uRSmovRch-Q/s72-c/IMG_1015_1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-4795025274748976913</id><published>2007-06-30T15:01:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T21:03:34.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Hallway"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocXg0yglII/AAAAAAAAAEM/cVZKOJjHLR8/s1600-h/getty+villa16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocXg0yglII/AAAAAAAAAEM/cVZKOJjHLR8/s200/getty+villa16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082056557204640898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocXVEyglHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RqPRooLMTvk/s1600-h/322-2201_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocXVEyglHI/AAAAAAAAAEE/RqPRooLMTvk/s200/322-2201_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082056355341177970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocWl0yglGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uhruXZq95T4/s1600-h/321-2197_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocWl0yglGI/AAAAAAAAAD8/uhruXZq95T4/s200/321-2197_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082055543592359010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocWVUyglFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eaGrIaWwbr8/s1600-h/getty+villa2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocWVUyglFI/AAAAAAAAAD0/eaGrIaWwbr8/s200/getty+villa2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082055260124517458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocVn0yglEI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ctd1MUrbqA/s1600-h/IMG_3287.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocVn0yglEI/AAAAAAAAADs/0ctd1MUrbqA/s200/IMG_3287.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082054478440469570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocVEUyglDI/AAAAAAAAADk/DbRq4G3BJQQ/s1600-h/IMG_3286.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocVEUyglDI/AAAAAAAAADk/DbRq4G3BJQQ/s200/IMG_3286.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5082053868555113522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RobhmUygkxI/AAAAAAAAABU/7jQuvsEhyBA/s1600-h/324-2460_IMG.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RobhmUygkxI/AAAAAAAAABU/7jQuvsEhyBA/s200/324-2460_IMG.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5081997278066021138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;“People  who bore one another should meet seldom;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people who interest one another,  often.”&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:9;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;C.  S. Lewis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Comic Sans MS;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:'Comic Sans MS';font-size:11;"  &gt;  &lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past week marks one year since I joined a "book club". &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style=""&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Bookman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:Bookman;font-size:14;"  &gt;“You  will not find the warrior, the poet, the philosopher or the Christian by staring  in his eyes as if he were your mistress: better &lt;span class="GramE"&gt;fight beside  him, read with him, argue&lt;/span&gt; with him, pray with  him.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:78%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:8;"  &gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;–C. S. Lewis, The Four Loves -  Friendship.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Here are some photos from a great book club that I’ve had the pleasure of being a part of this past year!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I am so thankful that God in His mercy has brought me to this season! &lt;br /&gt;This group now called "The Hallway" is a special highlight of my week!  This year we have grown from 6 to about 13 members.  God is teaching me how to trust Him &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt; to trust others... which has been amazing and scary!  Amazing, because you don't need to protect yourself... scary, because you &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can't&lt;/span&gt; protect yourself, you are vulnerable... harder than that though, others are vulnerable and  you can hurt them!   Scripture teaches us that "love always trusts" so in order to love others we must cease to worry  about self and serve our Father and our brothers and sisters.  Through that trust we then  get to enjoy the gifts that our Heavenly Father is giving us in Himself and in others!  God has used this gathering of friends to push, to pull, to stretch, to humble and to pick me up.  I am learning that some things you fear the most can turn out to be the most freeing!  So in the freedom of Love Himself... may we continue to grow!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-4795025274748976913?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/4795025274748976913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=4795025274748976913' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/4795025274748976913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/4795025274748976913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/06/thehallway-this-past-week-marks-one.html' title='&quot;The Hallway&quot;'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RocXg0yglII/AAAAAAAAAEM/cVZKOJjHLR8/s72-c/getty+villa16.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-842957256359441467</id><published>2007-06-30T12:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-30T14:50:57.908-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag / Seven</title><content type='html'>Nick tagged me, so now I'm called on to share seven things about myself... some you may know and some maybe not, so here it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am left handed, but I play guitar right handed.&lt;br /&gt;2. I was born in 1983, but I was 3 weeks late so I was actually due in 1982.&lt;br /&gt;3. I am naturally blond though my roots are dark. :)&lt;br /&gt;4. I want to see the Northern Lights before I die.&lt;br /&gt;5. I have visited about 45 of the 50 states of the USA. I love traveling both here and abroad!!&lt;br /&gt;6. I am very dyslexic.  I often mix up my M's and P's...why does everyone reject me when I write "I miss you"?!&lt;br /&gt;7. I actually like cleaning!  When I was a kid I liked cleaning toilets... which is weird, so thankfully I've grown out of that, but I really enjoy putting a good CD on and organizing my closet and room!  Am I crazy??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now &lt;a href="http://thetempleresting.blogspot.com/"&gt;Keith&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://creativespotlight.blogspot.com/"&gt;Ryan&lt;/a&gt;, you're it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-842957256359441467?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/842957256359441467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=842957256359441467' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/842957256359441467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/842957256359441467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/06/tag-seven.html' title='Tag / Seven'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-65548063974875884</id><published>2007-05-03T22:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T23:04:31.461-07:00</updated><title type='text'>She Rocks!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.kttunstall.com/ms/imagerepository/galleryimagespublic/1566132-2"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.kttunstall.com/ms/imagerepository/galleryimagespublic/1566132-2" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't heard of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kttunstall.com/"&gt;KT Tunstall&lt;/a&gt; you should check her out!  I got her CD "Eye to the Telescope" and have been really enjoying it; then today I watched some of her music videos and she is a real muscian!!!...Two videos to see are "Black Horse &amp; The Cherry Tree &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;LIVE"&lt;/span&gt; and "Under The Weather". &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Anyway, let me know your thoughts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-65548063974875884?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/65548063974875884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=65548063974875884' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/65548063974875884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/65548063974875884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/05/she-rocks.html' title='She Rocks!!'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-3035972145752304330</id><published>2007-01-26T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:29:17.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Scotland Feet"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RbrswrYZVvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SbMd_AcybLM/s1600-h/close+feet.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RbrswrYZVvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SbMd_AcybLM/s320/close+feet.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5024588655308134130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What constitutes "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty feet&lt;/span&gt;"?....&lt;br /&gt;What constitutes a "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty big head&lt;/span&gt;"?...:)&lt;br /&gt;Is it a sign of ones head being &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretty big&lt;/span&gt; when he or she sits around admiring and comparing his or her own feet??&lt;br /&gt;Could it mean you have to much time on your hands.?.?...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe another perspective would be... taking a load off while having a ton of fun on vacation! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-3035972145752304330?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/3035972145752304330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=3035972145752304330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/3035972145752304330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/3035972145752304330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/01/scotland-feet.html' title='&quot;Scotland Feet&quot;'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RbrswrYZVvI/AAAAAAAAAAs/SbMd_AcybLM/s72-c/close+feet.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-3153146708020850173</id><published>2007-01-26T20:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-26T22:39:48.597-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Creeping Christians</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We are and remain such creeping Christians, because we look at ourselves and not at Christ; because we gaze at the marks of our own soiled feet, and the trail of our own defiled garments….Each, putting his foot in the footprint of the Master, and so defacing it, turns to examine how far his neighbor’s footprint corresponds with that which he still calls the Master’s, although it is but his own. Or, having committed a petty fault, I mean a fault such as only a petty creature could commit, we mourn over the defilement to ourselves, and the shame of it before our friends, children, or servants, instead of hastening to make the due confession and amends to our fellow, and then, forgetting our own paltry self with its well-earned disgrace, lift up our eyes to the glory which alone will quicken the true man in us, and kill the peddling creature we so wrongly call our &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;self&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:78%;"  &gt;by- George MacDonald- UNSPOKEN SERMONS, First Series, The Eloi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="font-family: georgia;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;A “Creeping Christian”, this I am! Oh, that I would be humbled before God, and man…but sadly the humbling I fear the most is that which is before my friends…I would hope to be humbled before God, but have my friends &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt; know...Christ forgive me!?!…as I still think of my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;self &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;and fear what a person might think rather than what God thinks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;So, when I am humbled, may I look to Christ rather than once again being “shocked” by my sin.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-3153146708020850173?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/3153146708020850173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=3153146708020850173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/3153146708020850173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/3153146708020850173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/01/creeping-christians.html' title='Creeping Christians'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-1229359114629076795</id><published>2007-01-13T05:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T09:49:42.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Beautiful Sunrise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RakIr7YZVuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WMmwkNkLApA/s1600-h/farm+house1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RakIr7YZVuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WMmwkNkLApA/s320/farm+house1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5019552810448541410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;There are questions of what should be today? Where should I be tomorrow? Who is coming? Who is leaving? ...If things are good today, then why do I fret about tomorrow? Do I think He won't hold that too. If the evening comes before the day (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;as I am daily given a reminder by the sunrise after a dark night), ...........why then do I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:trebuchet ms;" &gt;not&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; hope?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under heaven:&lt;br /&gt;a time to be born and a time to die,&lt;br /&gt;a time to plant and a time  to uproot,&lt;br /&gt;a time to kill and a time to heal,&lt;br /&gt;a time tear down and a time to build,&lt;br /&gt;a time to weep and a time to laugh,&lt;br /&gt;a time to mourn and a time to dance,&lt;br /&gt;a time to scatter stones and a time to gather them,&lt;br /&gt;a time to embrace and a time to refrain,&lt;br /&gt;a time to search and a time to give up,&lt;br /&gt;a time to keep and a time to throw away,&lt;br /&gt;a time to tear and a time to mend,&lt;br /&gt;a time to be silent and a time to speak,&lt;br /&gt;a time to love and a time to hate,&lt;br /&gt;a time for war and a time for peace.&lt;br /&gt;What does the worker gain for his toil? I have seen the burden God has laid on men.&lt;br /&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time. He has also set eternity in the hearts of men; yet they cannot fathom what God has done from beginning to end."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Ecclesiastes 3:1-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"My heart was saying, 'Lord, take away this longing, or give me that for which I long.' The Lord was answering, 'I must teach you to long for something better.'&lt;br /&gt;'...He fed you on manna which neither you nor your fathers had known before, to teach you that man cannot live on bread alone but lives by every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord.'&lt;br /&gt;God knew that giving me Jim when I wanted him would not provide the far more important training I needed for things to come. It was in learning to eat the Living Bread, sufficient always for one day at a time (not in advance for the five years I feared) that I was taught and disciplined and prepared for later things."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:78%;" &gt;-by Elisabeth Elliot in Passion &amp; Purity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;If everything is lost, thanks be to God&lt;br /&gt;If I must see it go, watch it go,&lt;br /&gt;Watch if fade away, die&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God that He is all I have&lt;br /&gt;And if I have Him not, I have nothing at all&lt;br /&gt;Nothing at all, only a farewell to the wind&lt;br /&gt;Farewell to the grey sky&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye, God be with you evening October sky.&lt;br /&gt;If all is lost, thanks be to God,&lt;br /&gt;for He is He, and I, I am only I.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;-by Julian, friend of the Vanauken's from the book "&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;A Severe Mercy".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-1229359114629076795?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/1229359114629076795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=1229359114629076795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/1229359114629076795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/1229359114629076795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/01/beautiful-sunrise.html' title='A Beautiful Sunrise'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/RakIr7YZVuI/AAAAAAAAAAg/WMmwkNkLApA/s72-c/farm+house1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4150948760871024590.post-1741011687023782560</id><published>2007-01-11T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T23:34:15.222-08:00</updated><title type='text'>things i never knew i always wanted</title><content type='html'>Welcome to my Blog!&lt;br /&gt;Finally I'm here.  I was really beginning to wonder if I would EVER have my own Blog; for the simple reason..."with a Blog, comes many important decisions"!  You should have read that with the sound of an echo and the image of a parent standing above their child, telling them of important responsibilities they must face...but that is only how I felt...what was really happening, was my sister sitting at the computer saying, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"so what do you want your password to be?"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"now what about your display name, you know the name you want to be at the bottom of your post"&lt;/span&gt;...AH!!! stop right there! too many questions...just make the background black while I get us some tea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, please bear with me...I'm new at this. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4150948760871024590-1741011687023782560?l=whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/feeds/1741011687023782560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4150948760871024590&amp;postID=1741011687023782560' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/1741011687023782560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4150948760871024590/posts/default/1741011687023782560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whispersspeakloudest.blogspot.com/2007/01/things-i-never-i-always-wanted.html' title='things i never knew i always wanted'/><author><name>oxfordian dreamer</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14475117220537693152</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uE3MvHGTCaE/Roc1QUyglJI/AAAAAAAAAEU/rHG6_9L8QZA/s200/drawing+of+Crystal.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
