<?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-6183810368670949218</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:20:07.267-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Of a Boring Man</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>119</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-385624173079898956</id><published>2008-10-14T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:54:28.557-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another great line</title><content type='html'>We were greeting at church on Sunday,and my bride's friend Betty came to say hello. I asked how she was and she said"Better than I deserve". Wow! I asked her if I could use that one. It is so true. I don't deserve anything. EVERYTHING is a gift from my Lord right down to the very breath I breathe.Lord,never let me take any of Your gifts for granted, and thanks for the endless mercy You give. Better than I deserve? You'd better believe it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-385624173079898956?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/385624173079898956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=385624173079898956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/385624173079898956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/385624173079898956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/10/another-great-line.html' title='Another great line'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-371174430299827117</id><published>2008-10-10T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T11:35:22.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God moments</title><content type='html'>My friend Julie e mailed me the story of their new dog.The Lord really guided them,met all their criteria,and really confirmed through little things that this was the dog for them.One thing in particular confirmed it for them. She called it "one of those God moments".I love that line! It is so true.When I keep in close touch with The Lord,I get "God moments",too,times where He confirms His love and care fore me. Most of the time it is in little, everyday things, but they are important,or special to me.They are NOT coincidence, good luck,a great break,good fortune, THEY ARE GOD. Thanks Julie,for the story.Thank You Lord,for Your special moments.Please allow me to have many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-371174430299827117?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/371174430299827117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=371174430299827117' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/371174430299827117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/371174430299827117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/10/god-moments.html' title='God moments'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-8284011140058050779</id><published>2008-09-22T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T20:53:45.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding their spot</title><content type='html'>Most of the time when I feed Boots and Hattie, it goes pretty smoothly.In the warmer months, outside at the picnic table, in the winter, in the garage or igloo.Sometimes though,it's a battle. Today Hattie didn't want to eat at the table,or on the bench, but he wanted to lay in the grass and eat. He gets like that sometimes. He has to find his spot.The Lord has work for me to do. I have to find my spot for Him. It doesn't have to be some far off mission field,or spectacular ministry. It may just be right where I  am, where people are.My spot is EVERYWHERE.Lord, help me to be alert, ready and willing to minister.As long as I stay close to You in my spot, I WILL be ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-8284011140058050779?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/8284011140058050779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=8284011140058050779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8284011140058050779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8284011140058050779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/09/finding-their-spot.html' title='Finding their spot'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-875535860316332720</id><published>2008-09-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T20:29:19.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe,they really were good!</title><content type='html'>ABBA wasn't a big sucess in the US. They only had 1 number one song here,as opposed to 10 or so in the UK,and 19 in Austrailia.Other countries as well really embraced their music. Not so here. Now  the musical Mamma Mia,based on ABBA's songs,hit the big screen and made around 125 million dollars here, after the stage version made more than that. Plus a cd of ABBA was re released to coincide with the movie opening.After 16 years(it was first out in 1992) ,the cd DEBUTED at #1 and has now sold 27 million units. I can hear people saying,"looking back, maybe they really were good".People are realizing just how good ABBA was and is.That got me thinking about God.I pray people will stop and look back and realize how good God is. When I look back at my life,the paths that I've travelled,the ups and the downs, I don't say,"maybe He really is good". I say THANK YOU LORD that you ARE good, and thanks for being so good to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-875535860316332720?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/875535860316332720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=875535860316332720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/875535860316332720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/875535860316332720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/09/maybethey-really-were-good.html' title='Maybe,they really were good!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1008486348962827807</id><published>2008-08-28T02:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T02:45:00.402-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sister,you're right!</title><content type='html'>We were at a birthday party for our great niece on Saturday. It was fun, there were a lot of kids there. My sister said"If I can just look at Eddie, Caitlyn,and Hannah every day, I'd never have a sad day". That my not be the exact quote, but you get the idea. It's so true. Those kids make you feel good. So do my cats.Just seeing them and snuggling up to them makes me feel good, no matter what kind of day I'm having. Thank You Lord, for kids and cats,AND SISTERS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1008486348962827807?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1008486348962827807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1008486348962827807' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1008486348962827807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1008486348962827807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/sisteryoure-right.html' title='Sister,you&apos;re right!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4079069241621309620</id><published>2008-08-27T02:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T02:50:37.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inflection</title><content type='html'>The words are the same. "Good, morning, Lord. It's how I say them. Is it "Good Lord, morning", or "Good morning, Lord". I try for the latter,it helps me get my focus where it should be when I roll out of the rack: ON HIM. After all, He gave me the day to live. Now it's up to me to give back to Him. Lord, help me to follow through with living it out,after saying it when I get up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4079069241621309620?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4079069241621309620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4079069241621309620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4079069241621309620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4079069241621309620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/inflection.html' title='Inflection'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-837112122983810669</id><published>2008-08-21T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T03:02:05.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That one stuck with me</title><content type='html'>I've heard a lot of sermons in my life. Most of them I can't remember, but they fed me spiritually.Just like I can't remember most of the meals that I've eaten but they feed me.I do remember a recent sermon in California.It was short, sweet, and to the point. The priest said that when we get to heaven, it won't be about anything that we've done here on earth, but it will be about 3 words. They will come from God's throne, they will echo through heaven, and we will join in the chorus. MERCY,MERCY, MERCY. Enough said. Thank You Lord for mercy.Without it, I'm done. I need it every second.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-837112122983810669?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/837112122983810669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=837112122983810669' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/837112122983810669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/837112122983810669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-one-stuck-with-me.html' title='That one stuck with me'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7042869285290044164</id><published>2008-08-20T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T02:57:07.854-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stockers</title><content type='html'>I wanted some Edy's double fudge brownie ice cream,but the store didn't have it. It was the first day of the sale, and a lot of the ice cream was gone. The next day I went back, and it was there! Those night stockers did it for me, they restocked the shelves during the night. I really appreciate those people, and those like them. They work behind the scenes,get no credit at all,but are HUGELY important.Thank you Lord, for them, and those who labor in obscurity. I ask Your special blessing on them, and don't ever let me forget how great they are.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7042869285290044164?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7042869285290044164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7042869285290044164' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7042869285290044164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7042869285290044164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/stockers.html' title='Stockers'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2438700601186376771</id><published>2008-08-19T02:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-19T02:50:36.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chip off the old block</title><content type='html'>"He's a chip off the old block". It means that someone is just like someone or something else, very similiar. A lot of times it happens with parent and child,or brothers and sisters. Not so with me, though.I didn't get get my father's great skill as a carpenter, I didn't get his intelligence, his common sense, his wisdom,his knowledge about just about everything. At least I got his looks. A few people have told me that I look just like him. At least I got that. I want to be a "chip off the old block" with Jesus.What a challenge,what a goal. Impossible on my own,but with His grace, glimpses of Him can be seen. Lord, may those  grow bigger and more regular as I walk with You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2438700601186376771?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2438700601186376771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2438700601186376771' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2438700601186376771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2438700601186376771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/chip-off-old-block.html' title='Chip off the old block'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6341577869389652744</id><published>2008-08-18T02:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T02:50:36.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Majoring in the minors</title><content type='html'>You've heard it said, "Don't major in ther minors","Don't sweat the small stuff". Boy,how often I ignore that advice.I get all worried and bent out of shape over some minor thing.In the end, that thing most often turns out to be insignificant, or it works itself out. Foolish to worry about those things, to be sure. On the other hand, I believe The Lord majors in the minors. Let's face it, most of us live ordinary lives, nothing spectacular, just carving out our place in life, doing our thing.But to be sure, God is there, watching over us, working out those "little" things, those"minor" things,that make up the majority of every day. Lord, never let me forget that You are in the trivial,You are in the insignificant,You are in the day to day activities. THANK YOU that you are,give me eyes to see even more clearly Your hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6341577869389652744?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6341577869389652744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6341577869389652744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6341577869389652744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6341577869389652744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/majoring-in-minors.html' title='Majoring in the minors'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2975370626867846392</id><published>2008-08-07T02:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T02:46:36.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Passed by</title><content type='html'>I remember playing a lot of sports growing up. We would get a lot of guys toghether, and "choose sides". The best players got chosen first, and so on down the line until there were only 2 left. How humiliating to be the last pick. You really even picked, you were the last one left, you were passed by, and had to go to the team picking last, they were stuck with you.I don't want to be passed by in my walk with Christ. I want to be so rightly related to Him, so devoted,so tuned in to Him, that when He needs someone to do something for Him, He won't pass me by. I absolutely cannot live that kind of life on my own. The amazing thing about God though, is that He helps  us to be ready when He calls,we just have to stick close to Him.The Bible is full of men and women who were ready.They said "Lord,send me".Lord,don't pass me by when you next need someone,help my life to say "send me",YOU will do the rest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2975370626867846392?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2975370626867846392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2975370626867846392' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2975370626867846392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2975370626867846392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/passed-by.html' title='Passed by'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-8070596577135037203</id><published>2008-08-04T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:36:19.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mamma Mia!</title><content type='html'>We went to see the movie, Mamma Mia.I saw the previews,heard Meryl Strep singing, and really didn't expect too much.I was wrong, big time! Meryl was great, she really sings very well,and the movie was excellent. Another case of me judging something before the fact.I'm guilty of that big time, a lot of the times with people. Appearances, things told to me,reputations, cloud my perception,and cause me to judge.It's inexcusable.Will Rodgers said it right"I never met a man I didn't like". Huh? He explained that how could he dislike someone that he just met?He didn't even KNOW them.Lord, forgive me for those many,many times that I have pre- judged situations,and most of all, people.May I take Will's words to heart,and remember that You said we are not to judge others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-8070596577135037203?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/8070596577135037203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=8070596577135037203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8070596577135037203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8070596577135037203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/08/mamma-mia.html' title='Mamma Mia!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7240466936117011695</id><published>2008-07-31T02:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T02:41:09.748-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trade Deadline</title><content type='html'>It's the trade deadline in baseball today. I love it,teams are trying to improve for the stretch run.A lot of times, though,after a trade,I say"Why did they do THAT"?,only to find out later(sometimes even years later),that the team knew what it was doing, and did the right thing. I'm like that with God a lot of times. A setback,an unexpected thing, a loss of someone,an illness,gets me thinking, even saying sometimes," Lord,why did You do that"? But a later time,I see Him in these things, and understand what He was doing, or see the good that came of it.Some things I won't understand, but I have to trust His goodness and sovereignty. Thank you Lord, for baseball,trades, and the lessons from them. You amaze me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7240466936117011695?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7240466936117011695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7240466936117011695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7240466936117011695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7240466936117011695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/07/trade-deadline.html' title='Trade Deadline'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7744275074926484773</id><published>2008-07-25T02:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T03:06:01.695-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Now it's ok</title><content type='html'>A lot of times when I feed Boots and Hattie, one of them is not there.They are off roaming around,sleeping, whatever cats do.It's funny, no matter which one is missing, the other one really doesn't eat well. They are constantly looking for their brother to come. When they do, then they are relaxed and both eat great. As long as their brother is ok, all is well.It's another good lesson for me. I need to get my eyes off myself, and be concerned about my fellow man, make sure they are well, try to do what I can to help them,especially bring them before The Lord in prayer.When I concern myself with them, I take a back seat,and the selfishness which snares me goes bye- bye. Lord, thanks for Boots and Hattie. Little did I know that when you sent them to me, they would teach me so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7744275074926484773?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7744275074926484773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7744275074926484773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7744275074926484773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7744275074926484773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/07/now-its-ok.html' title='Now it&apos;s ok'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5972869291595488718</id><published>2008-07-24T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T02:41:41.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson from cats</title><content type='html'>Boots and Hattie are amazing. They are 9 and one half years old, and have lived their entire lives outdoors.They like all of the varieties of food I give them, some better thaan others, but they eat it all, and seem grateful for it. Malchus, the visiting cat, on the other hand, seems to be getting spoiled. He is turning his nose up at some of the food,not eating it,taking it for granted,expecting it,instead of being appreciative. How often am I like him! I take God's blessings for granted,get spoiled by all of His goodness to me, instead of, like Boots and Hattie, being grateful and thankful, and "eating them up" as they are provided to me by His loving hand. After all,it ALL comes from Him,right down to the very breath I breathe. Thanks cats,for the lesson.Lord, don't let me ever forget it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5972869291595488718?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5972869291595488718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5972869291595488718' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5972869291595488718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5972869291595488718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/07/lesson-from-cats.html' title='A lesson from cats'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1539817295768228075</id><published>2008-07-23T02:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-23T02:40:55.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lost art</title><content type='html'>Everywhere we go ,I see it.People on their cell phones,talking, texting, playing games, surfing the net. To me, it's sad. We've lost the art of being quiet, of thinking, of reflection. We have to have something to amuse ourselves. What ever happened to good old fashioned silence? No radio in the car, no TV, no computer.Getting quiet is good for the soul. It allows me to think and relect on God,how good He is to me, how much He has done and does for me. The biggest beneficiary of this technical age is the devil himself. Lord, help me to take those quiet times, look forward to them, and most of all, SEE and HEAR You in them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1539817295768228075?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1539817295768228075/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1539817295768228075' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1539817295768228075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1539817295768228075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/07/lost-art.html' title='A lost art'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-8942725011600883699</id><published>2008-07-09T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T06:27:53.438-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Special delights</title><content type='html'>I had a bad day at work yesterday,not much went right. Plus I reached a new level of stupidity.I amaze myself sometimes at how really clueless I am. I was feeling a little down,but The Lord sent a couple of cool things my way to make me feel better. A duck came to the bird feeder to eat, and then a little yellow finch came to get some water before going to sleep. I love those special delights from God. Thank You Lord, for them,may I never grow tired of them, or take them or Your love for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-8942725011600883699?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/8942725011600883699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=8942725011600883699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8942725011600883699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8942725011600883699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/07/special-delights.html' title='Special delights'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3873408605528128490</id><published>2008-06-30T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T15:29:16.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seminar</title><content type='html'>We went to our annual seminar last week from work. It's the same every year,asbestos and bloodborne pathogens.3 hours long. It gets really boring at times. Every year though,if I'm paying attention, the instructor gives some new info or twist. My Bible reading can get like that. It can become routine, boring,just going through the motions to say that I did it. BUT, if I am paying attention, listening, looking, those same passages and words are full of new lessons.I have heard people say that they have read a passage dozens of times, and then they see: a new thought or lesson or blessing is theirs. It's true. I just have to get out of the "routine" and put on my spiritual eyes and ears. Lord, let me NEVER view Your word as the same old thing. It is Your love letter to me.Give me eyes to see and ears to hear what You are saying.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3873408605528128490?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3873408605528128490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3873408605528128490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3873408605528128490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3873408605528128490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/06/seminar.html' title='Seminar'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-645674120700518370</id><published>2008-06-18T06:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T06:49:56.772-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas</title><content type='html'>My friend Mark and I had to cancel our baseball trip to the midwest because of the outrageous price of gas. I already had the tickets for a Cards game, then a Royals game. I was able to sell them through a ticket broker. The buyers are a person from Minnesota, and one from Pennsylvania.Since the games are in St.L and KC., they must be pretty happy getting them ,and must really want to go to these games. That's God for you. He takes disappointment(mine) and uses it to bless someone else. He is an amazing God. He is always active, doing things, blessing, providing, working. All I have to do is look.Lord,give me eyes to see You in ALL THINGS. Sometimes I may have to look hard,but I KNOW You are there,and I thank You so much.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-645674120700518370?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/645674120700518370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=645674120700518370' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/645674120700518370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/645674120700518370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/06/gas.html' title='Gas'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6038690055885108512</id><published>2008-06-16T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-16T15:31:18.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What a lesson/legacy</title><content type='html'>Tim Russert tributes are everywhere. Deservedly so.One of the most powerful and influential people in the media,and yet what a kind, humble, caring man he was.I read stories of his notes to his fellow journalists,phone calls of encouragement to our local newspeople,just hanging out with common people when he visited here.He really was a remarkable man,and deserving of all the accolades.Really though,he was living life as it is supposed to be lived,how Jesus said we should live.Tim just flat out cared for people,made time for them,made them feel special,was grateful for all he had, was never full of himself, put his family and his God first.WHAT AN EXAMPLE!THAT'S how were supposed to live.I have the opportunity to be remarkable, too,and it has nothing to do with success as the world defines it.Let's see... be remarkable by the world's standards or the Russert standard. That's a no brainer. Give me Russert any day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6038690055885108512?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6038690055885108512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6038690055885108512' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6038690055885108512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6038690055885108512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/06/what-lessonlegacy.html' title='What a lesson/legacy'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2219666234892940163</id><published>2008-06-12T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T18:45:37.667-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Comatose</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a while.I just turned 50,and decided to review my life so far. It was so boring, it put me into a deep, deep coma. I didn't think that I was going to come out of it,but I guess the Lord has a few more insomniacs He wants me to help.We spent a few days in California with my cousin and his family.He was very sick many years ago,but The Lord reached down and touched him.He and his wife both have spent and spend a lot of time working with learning disabled kids.They are amazing.The Lord touched my cousin,he reaches out and touches others. That's how it's supposed to work.Lord,you have reached down and touched me more times than I can even count. Help me, like Bob, to stretch out my hands to help someone.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2219666234892940163?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2219666234892940163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2219666234892940163' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2219666234892940163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2219666234892940163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/06/comatose.html' title='Comatose'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6189319558731961752</id><published>2008-05-21T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T20:53:14.975-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Boy, Jesus was right.</title><content type='html'>The Lord said that it is more blessed to give than to receive.So true.I just had a birthdayand people were very generous, giving me cards,gift cards, a cake, and good wishes. Made me feel uncomfortable.I know I don't deserve any of it,that's for sure. I'd much rather be on the other end,giving to someone. There's no better feeling for me than giving,other than giving annyomously. That's the tops.It's a contrary mind set for sure,but the rewards are much better.Lord, thank you that Your ways go against the grain. When I go Your way, it's the BEST one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6189319558731961752?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6189319558731961752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6189319558731961752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6189319558731961752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6189319558731961752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/05/boy-jesus-was-right.html' title='Boy, Jesus was right.'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2643030566677220949</id><published>2008-05-20T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T20:39:06.659-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Like you've been there before"</title><content type='html'>The old coach of the Bills, Marv Levy said about scoring a touchdown"When you get to the end zone, act like you've been there before". In other words, no ridiculous celebrations, just give the ball to the official, and go on with your job. I appreciated that. That's what you're supposed to do,not dance and high five someone just because you made a tackle.Hey, that's what they pay you to do,remember?I love to hear people pray who have "been there before". They are so at ease with God, and just talk to Him from their heart.I could listen to them pray all day. That's the way to do it,not bring a grocery list of wants to Him.Marv's advice about acting like we've been there before applies in the spiritual realm,too. The more we go "there" to Him in prayer, the more natural and easy it will be&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2643030566677220949?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2643030566677220949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2643030566677220949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2643030566677220949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2643030566677220949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/05/like-youve-been-there-before.html' title='&quot;Like you&apos;ve been there before&quot;'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1927708631597985944</id><published>2008-05-16T20:43:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T20:47:42.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern hospitality</title><content type='html'>We spent a few days in Georgia this past week. What nice people down there!Everywhere we went,very helpful,friendly people. My brother's friends all were very, very nice. It just came naturally to them, it seemed.That's how I'm to be in my walk with The Lord. He should come out of me naturally, easily, effortlessly. I'm not there yet by any means,but that's what I strive for. Lord, help me to have "God hospitality".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1927708631597985944?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1927708631597985944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1927708631597985944' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1927708631597985944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1927708631597985944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/05/southern-hospitality.html' title='Southern hospitality'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-650051159717476029</id><published>2008-05-07T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T20:31:54.777-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After grass snackies</title><content type='html'>It's a tradition.I get out the lawn mower, fire it up,and Boots and Hattie take off. They don't like it, or the noise it makes. After I'm done though, they come out,and we go to the picnic table for some snacks.This has been going on for years now. Boots always comes back out, Hattie most of the time. Yes, I can count on that Booties to show up every time.Got me thinking about God. In spite of my failures and sins, I can count on Him to "show up" in my life every day,all the time without fail.He is always there for me,and I thank Him so much for that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-650051159717476029?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/650051159717476029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=650051159717476029' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/650051159717476029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/650051159717476029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/05/after-grass-snackies.html' title='After grass snackies'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5247375220061211871</id><published>2008-05-02T08:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-02T08:46:51.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Escape Artists</title><content type='html'>Harry Houdini was the most famous, David Blaine is doing it ow. All they want to be is "turned loose",to escape.I need to be an escape artist. I need to turn loose of those things that God has given to me.Himself, faith, money, time, talent,to name a few.I still need to  take in these,but  I need to let them escape, turn them loose,distribute them to my fellow man. I will be judged not on how much I took in, but by how much I let get out. Lord, make me a good escape artist!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5247375220061211871?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5247375220061211871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5247375220061211871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5247375220061211871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5247375220061211871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/05/escape-artists.html' title='Escape Artists'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-985247578323429392</id><published>2008-05-01T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T07:43:14.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"You just want to use their pool"</title><content type='html'>That was the accusation in the neighborhood every summer when I was growing up.All the kids got accused,myself included. It was said that we were hanginng around certain kids when the weather got warmer,so we could swim in their pool.We had nothing to do with them when swimming season was over, just hung around them for what we could get out of them.True?In my case, not really. I had to pay people to be my friends, so this case didn't apply to me.What about God and me? Why do I "hang around with Him?To get blessings out of Him? For "hell insurance"?Or is it becuse I love Him,and am grateful for the very breath He gives me, and in gratutde for how He's changed my life?Is it because I'm so grateful that want to serve Him and my fellow man? Lord, may my answers not disappoint you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-985247578323429392?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/985247578323429392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=985247578323429392' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/985247578323429392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/985247578323429392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-just-want-to-use-their-pool.html' title='&quot;You just want to use their pool&quot;'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4746595074504520773</id><published>2008-04-29T20:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T21:03:43.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obedience</title><content type='html'>I remember when Billy Graham came here.I signed up to work after each one of the meetings, processing follow up mail to pastors who would be in touch with those who made a commitment to Christ that evening.It was a great experience.Since I worked after the meeting, I was able to play in our baseball game the first night. However afterwards,the team was going to have a little get together. Boy, I wanted to go!I realized though,that I had to obey God and go work for Billy. I really wasn't sure how to even get to The Christian Center,but I set out anyway.I thought I was going the right way,and then I noticed a car with a Billy Graham bumper sticker right in front of me. You'd better believe I felt God then, and for sure I followed that care which went right to the Christian Center!What a lesson: be obedient,and you will see God show up.True then, still true today. Help me Lord,to obey,for then I will see YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4746595074504520773?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4746595074504520773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4746595074504520773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4746595074504520773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4746595074504520773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/obedience.html' title='Obedience'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-881097388395038113</id><published>2008-04-22T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-22T20:41:57.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekends are great...really?</title><content type='html'>It's true,they are great.For those who work Monday-Friday,weekends are what we look forward to.I enjoy my weekends very much,I get to spend time with my bride,have fun, cram a lot of living into those 2 days. But I'm also concerned that weekends are not so great for me spiritually.I seem to get out of my pattern of Bible reading, praying,serving,singing that is fairly consistent during the work week. Days off are great, but days off from The Lord are not.In fact,I CAN'T and SHOULDN'T take a weekend from God. I need Him,and the world needs to see Him in me 24-7-365.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-881097388395038113?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/881097388395038113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=881097388395038113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/881097388395038113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/881097388395038113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/weekends-are-greatreally.html' title='Weekends are great...really?'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4748485827187503450</id><published>2008-04-16T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T21:02:47.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing me, knowing you</title><content type='html'>Another ABBA song.It literally says that's the best I can do,it's the way I am, I'm not going to change."Knowing me, knowing you,there is nothing we can do...  Knowing me, knowing you, it's the best I can do".It's a catchy tune,I really like it.I can't be like that song, however. I need to be willing to try to change,to put off some of those old ways of thinking, of doing things, those old attitudes. For a person who's picture is in the dictionary under the word stubborn,it's not an easy thing to do. But I'm trying,and Lord I thank You for your patience with me,and the progress that You have helped me to make.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4748485827187503450?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4748485827187503450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4748485827187503450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4748485827187503450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4748485827187503450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/knowing-me-knowing-you.html' title='Knowing me, knowing you'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1580022456144537151</id><published>2008-04-14T20:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T20:49:08.942-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why is that in there?</title><content type='html'>"Call upon Me and I will answer you, and show you great and mighty things, which you knowest not"Jeremiah 33:3.Sometimes some of the promises in the Bible take a lot of faith to believe.But guess what? This verse is so true,I've seen it firsthand. People literally on death's door,restored,miraculously as a result of prayer(calling upon Him). A believer's home preserved untouched in the midst of a hurricane which damaged and destroyed much property all around. Yes, people called upon The Lord.I could relate many other instances of direct answers to calling upon The Lord,people shown amazing mercy, medical issues being healed, people feeling the presence of God on and all around them,all a result of calling upon Him.Great and mighty things? FOR SURE,I believe that promise, I KNOW it to be true. Wait a minute, if THAT one is true, could it be that the other promises in the Bible are too? Could it be? ABSOLUTELY, POSITIVELY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1580022456144537151?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1580022456144537151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1580022456144537151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1580022456144537151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1580022456144537151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-is-that-in-there.html' title='Why is that in there?'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-326312458283195373</id><published>2008-04-09T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-09T20:50:16.052-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if?</title><content type='html'>Working the graveyard shift was weird. I went in to work when  just about everything was closed. All kinds of companies, most restaurants,gas stations,just about everything was dark.Then I would come home in the morning, lights would be on, places would be open, people would be working, and out and about. I wondered what would happen if everybody decided not to show up for work,open these places up. Let's face it, most people aren't all that thrilled about getting up and going to work. We do it only because we have to, to pay the bills.I admire all those out there who go to battle every day, be it first, second or third shift.Thanks for being there, even if it's just because you have to be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-326312458283195373?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/326312458283195373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=326312458283195373' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/326312458283195373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/326312458283195373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-if.html' title='What if?'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3378437830158620578</id><published>2008-04-08T21:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T21:09:52.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The King</title><content type='html'>Hattie is the king. He struts around the yard like he knows it,too. The other cats seem to respect him.Fields was at it again,though. He got too close to Hattie,and tried to get some of his food. WHOP! Hattie bopped him in the head. The thing about it was that it was a closed paw,no nails came out. Hattie had mercy on Fields, he could have cut him real badly. The "King" showed mercy.Got me thinking...The KING OF KINGS has mercy upon me every day, every minute.The very breath I breathe is a result of His mercy.Lord, never let me take that or You for granted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3378437830158620578?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3378437830158620578/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3378437830158620578' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3378437830158620578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3378437830158620578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/king.html' title='The King'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2475538379427594376</id><published>2008-04-07T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:06:45.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields vs. Malchus</title><content type='html'>The 2 visiting cats got into a brawl a few days ago. Fields beat up Malchus. He had a mouthful of his hair after they rolled around in the grass,going at each other. Malchus doesn't come by too much now, but when he does, he keeps his distance from Fields.Fields is in his spot, watching. It reminds me of when I sin.The Lord is there, watching, waiting for me to come to Him.I keep my distance, though, ashamed, afraid, putting off the inevitable, as though He didn't see. The awesome thing is that He waits, and watches for me, and when I do come, His arms are open wide,welcoming me,forgiving me.I don't think Malchus can expect that same treatment from Fields,but Lord, I'm so thankful for the way you treat me when I "brawl" with You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2475538379427594376?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2475538379427594376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2475538379427594376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2475538379427594376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2475538379427594376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/fields-vs-malchus.html' title='Fields vs. Malchus'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3777320064971254290</id><published>2008-04-02T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T20:34:18.521-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ashamed and grateful</title><content type='html'>We're working on our house. We've had the bathroom done, we did the bedroom, and now we are doing the kitchen. We live in a dump. Our house is a dump,I'm ashamed of it. We don't invite people over( other than family, or very close friends who are like family) due to the fact that our house is an embarassment.I'm ashamed of it, yet I'm grateful to God for it. He is there, and lots of love is there.Ashamed and grateful,kind of a contridiction,but it's how I feel about my walk with The Lord, too. Ashamed of the life I lived before finding Him, ashamed of some of the things I still do today, but GRATEFUL for His unending mercy and forgiveness.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3777320064971254290?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3777320064971254290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3777320064971254290' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3777320064971254290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3777320064971254290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/04/ashamed-and-grateful.html' title='Ashamed and grateful'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6226293871956688377</id><published>2008-03-31T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-31T20:43:38.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Put your tongue in your mouth,Pipey!</title><content type='html'>My boy Pipe used to sit there with his tongue sticking out.He did it a lot. We think he was a little slow as a result of breathing in too much exhaust when he was a kitten. I used to tell him"Put your tongue back in your mouth"! Boy, I wish someone had told me that BEFORE the MANY times I have spoken stupid, hurtful things.Yes, boring man,(raca) put your tongue in your mouth. Take it out to bless, encourage, strengthen, praise,lift up.It is a very powerful force, the tongue. Lord, help me to use mine for good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6226293871956688377?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6226293871956688377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6226293871956688377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6226293871956688377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6226293871956688377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/put-your-tongue-in-your-mouthpipey.html' title='Put your tongue in your mouth,Pipey!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1798516749166904472</id><published>2008-03-27T20:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T20:43:36.548-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Useless trivia</title><content type='html'>I am an expert in it. Usless trivia that is.My bride says that my mind is full of it,and she's right.I know a lot about stuff that really is insignificant,or that not a lot of people know.For example,when Batman and Robin fired up the Batmobile, Robin always said the same thing. I know what he said,verbatum. Stuff like that I know, useless stuff.It sometimes seems that my life is full of useless,trivial things. But The Lord uses all of it,to teach,to discipline, to strengthen,to encourage,to help me relate to others,to minister to others.When I look back on some of those"trivial"things, I realize that nothing is insignificant with God. He can and does use those things in my life.Thank You Lord for trivia,and the lessons that come with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1798516749166904472?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1798516749166904472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1798516749166904472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1798516749166904472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1798516749166904472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/useless-trivia.html' title='Useless trivia'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1869687592720151804</id><published>2008-03-26T07:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T07:58:05.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Acts 20:24</title><content type='html'>I am a sportsaholic.Not as much as I used to be though.I still get pretty bummed sometimes when my favorite teams lose, or the teams I don't like,win.In the grand scheme of things,though,it really doesn't matter. Acts 20:24 says"None of these things move me, neither do I count my life dear unto myself,that I may finish my course with joy, and the ministry which The Lord Jesus has given me, that I might testify to the gospel of the grace of God".Thanks,Lord ,for putting that verse in the Bible.I want to be an Acts 20:24 disciple.Dear Lord,please bring this verse to me when those insignificant things try to weigh me down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1869687592720151804?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1869687592720151804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1869687592720151804' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1869687592720151804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1869687592720151804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/acts-2024.html' title='Acts 20:24'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4501544201817025997</id><published>2008-03-19T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T20:51:17.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who knew?</title><content type='html'>1982. The last video."Under Attack". 1982,the last tv appearance, the last appearance together as a group. Yep,ABBA.The end of the video shows them walking together in a warehouse,then a delivery door opens and they walk out into the sunshine. It was pretty sad to watch,actually. It was all over,though nobody knew it then.You just never know when the"last time" will be.If I treated every person as if it was going to be the last time I ever saw them,man,that would revolutionize my life.Imagine if we all took that attitude. It would change the world! Lord, help me to start that change today!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4501544201817025997?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4501544201817025997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4501544201817025997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4501544201817025997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4501544201817025997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-knew.html' title='Who knew?'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6039616557750890733</id><published>2008-03-18T20:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T20:54:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I just couldn't help it</title><content type='html'>I've said that many times, heard it many times, too. Sometimes you have no explanation for why you do something, or you wonder why someone did what they did, and that's the response, "I just couldn't help it".Peter and John got  called on the carpet for preaching Jesus to the people. The "religious" leaders told them to stop, and they said they just couldn't help it. Jesus is so wonderful that they just can't stop talking about Him.AWESOME! Let that be me, Lord,in my life, in my speech.Let them be reflections of you... "Hey, I just couldn't help it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6039616557750890733?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6039616557750890733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6039616557750890733' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6039616557750890733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6039616557750890733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-just-couldnt-help-it.html' title='I just couldn&apos;t help it'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5928966804336215133</id><published>2008-03-17T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:51:56.825-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Fellas(and T.C.)</title><content type='html'>Today my 2 outdoor cats, and one indoor (used to be outdoor) cat are 9 years old.My boys, Boots and Hattie,are nearing the end of their 10th winter living outside. Only by the grace and mercy of The Lord have they come this far.Their sister, T.C.,spent 1 winter out there and decided that inside was much better.Thank You Lord for Your mercy upon them, Your mercy and guidence upon me,and thanks so much for all the joy that You have given me through these 3 great cats.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5928966804336215133?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5928966804336215133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5928966804336215133' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5928966804336215133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5928966804336215133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/happy-birthday-fellasand-tc.html' title='Happy Birthday Fellas(and T.C.)'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5391899483399690936</id><published>2008-03-13T20:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:39:59.459-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snooze Alarm</title><content type='html'>I love that thing.Too much,according to my bride.9 extra minutes of sleep.We've even moved the radio,so we have to get up to shut off the alarm or hit the snooze. It doesn't matter to me.I get up,hit the snooze,and zzzzzzzzzzzzzz,back to sleep.It's because I don't want to get up RIGHT NOW, I'll get up a little later.Sadly, I must confess I've hit the snooze alarm with The Lord many times. Make that phone call, do that kindness,pray for that person, read some Scripture...Ok,Lord,just a little later...snooze. Cmon,Lord, just 1 more time...snooze.Fortunately,God in His mercy gives me second and 3rd and 4th chances to do the thing He wants me to do. Sometimes though,He does not.The opportunity is gone, lost.It really is true, you snooze, you lose.Not only do I ,but sometimes others do, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5391899483399690936?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5391899483399690936/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5391899483399690936' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5391899483399690936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5391899483399690936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/snooze-alarm.html' title='Snooze Alarm'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1811183192741214973</id><published>2008-03-10T20:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T20:48:20.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ultimate Legacy</title><content type='html'>It's almost a year ago now.The husband of one of the ladies who is active in our school passed away. 44 years old. He woke up during the night saying he was not feeling well.A short time later, he was gone, heart attack. It hit our school very hard.He was a street cleaner for the town, a very common, ordinary man.The wait to get into the funeral home was 45 minutes to an hour,just to get in!The Buffalo News wrote a half page article on him titled"An Extrordinary Ordinary Man".Wow, what a legacy. Let's face it, most of us fall into the ordinary category,especially me.(boring too)We're called by God,not to do exceptional things for Him,but TO BE EXCEPTIONAL IN ORDINARY THINGS.If I can do THAT,if I can BE that, perhaps I could get close to the kind of legacy that Eric left,which continues to inspire me to this day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1811183192741214973?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1811183192741214973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1811183192741214973' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1811183192741214973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1811183192741214973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/ultimate-legacy.html' title='The Ultimate Legacy'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5114069658564821645</id><published>2008-03-05T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T08:07:23.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SOS</title><content type='html'>One of my favorite ABBA songs,if not THE favorite.SOS,save our ship,a distress call,a call put out in a crisis. How many times do I put out an SOS to The Lord,call on Him only in a crisis, or when I need something? Shame on me,too many times.SOS =Seek Our Saviour. Not just in crisis times, not just in needful times, but ALL THE TIME.Thank You Lord, that You are there when my SOS signal comes to YOU,help me to remember that You would love for me to call on You when there is no SOS.To say hello,to say thanks,to talk, to just fellowship.Those are precious times,thank You for them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5114069658564821645?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5114069658564821645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5114069658564821645' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5114069658564821645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5114069658564821645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/sos.html' title='SOS'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7713164917111537065</id><published>2008-03-03T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T20:36:08.377-08:00</updated><title type='text'>La Brea Tar Pits</title><content type='html'>We were fortunate last year to get to see the La Brea Tar Pits in California.They really are just pits, filled with tar and sludge and gunk. Every  few seconds, tar comes bubbling up to the surface at different spots in the pits.You look and there's nothing, then all of a sudden you see a bubbling spot. It is really cool. If I stay myself on God, and keep close to Him, He will come bubbling out of me. It will just happen. It's up to me to cultivate that close relationship with Him. I won't have to force His "bubbles" to come out, they will, naturally. Just like the La Brea Tar Pits.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7713164917111537065?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7713164917111537065/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7713164917111537065' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7713164917111537065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7713164917111537065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/03/la-brea-tar-pits.html' title='La Brea Tar Pits'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1635327210609727470</id><published>2008-02-29T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T08:11:18.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful force</title><content type='html'>I think I know the most powerful force in the universe. It's not a tornado, hurricane,blizzard, lightning,or wind.I believe it is prayer.I am blessed to have people in my life that I can call on to pray for me, or people and/or situations,that are on my heart. They are the true "movers and shakers".It makes ALL THE DIFFERENCE in the world to know that people are praying.I consider it an honor to be asked to pray.Lord, never let me be flippant about it,but to realize that people are counting on me to take their needs before you.THANKS for that priveledge,and most importantly, help me to remember thati t's not my prayers that do it, but YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1635327210609727470?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1635327210609727470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1635327210609727470' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1635327210609727470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1635327210609727470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/powerful-force.html' title='Powerful force'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3812362949772508959</id><published>2008-02-25T20:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T20:39:29.563-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I owe,I owe...</title><content type='html'>So off to work I go. I've seen a lot of those bumper stickers.It sure is true. Most of us,I think, work only because we owe,not because we want to. Being  a follower of Jesus, I owe. I owe it to my fellow man to be my best,to be a good representative of Christ to them. They have that right,I owe that to them.Sometimes I don't fel like it or fall short of it,but I have learned that if I stay close to The Lord,He will shine out of me naturally, even when I am not at my best.I owe,I owe, so off to "work" I go. Lord,help me to be a good employee for YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3812362949772508959?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3812362949772508959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3812362949772508959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3812362949772508959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3812362949772508959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-owei-owe.html' title='I owe,I owe...'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2572056461687837276</id><published>2008-02-21T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-21T20:56:45.591-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nameless, but special</title><content type='html'>I have had at least 4 people come up to me this year, and tell me how clean our school building is.They were parents from other schools, or people here for meetings that are held in our school.People that I had never met, and maybe will never see again. They blessed me,went out of their way to encourage me. Those comments,probably not much to them, meant and still mean a lot to me. It's amazing what an encouraging word will do for someone. Lord, help me to be a good encourager, as these nameless, yet very special ones, were to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2572056461687837276?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2572056461687837276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2572056461687837276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2572056461687837276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2572056461687837276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/nameless-but-special.html' title='Nameless, but special'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3278178609211336885</id><published>2008-02-20T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-20T20:57:44.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fields</title><content type='html'>We have a cat who showed up last summer. He's all white with one green eye, and one blue one. We called him WC(white cat),but changed it to Fields.At first he would hang around all day,eat,lay in the yard, lay with the other cats, just hang out. Now he just comes for food.He eats, then he leaves.He gets what he wants, then doesn't come back until he wants something(more food). His actions have made me ask myself if I'm like that in my walk with The Lord. Do I just come to Him when I want something, or do I like just "hanging out" with Him,not for what He can give me, but because I enjoy His company? Lord, help it to be the latter,and thanks, Fields, for the lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3278178609211336885?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3278178609211336885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3278178609211336885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3278178609211336885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3278178609211336885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/fields.html' title='Fields'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7227936613608757372</id><published>2008-02-18T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T20:47:07.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Part of a Team</title><content type='html'>I played a lot of sports when I was younger.Organized baseball,basketball,in school and after I got out.It was really cool being part of a team,(even though no one really sat next to me or talked with me because I was such a terrible player) all on the same page, after the same goal.I miss it even to this day.I'm on another team now, GOD'S TEAM.My teammates are the most wonderful people in the world, and my coach..HE IS AWESOME!Thank you Lord, for allowing me to be on your team.Please help me to do my best for my teammates,and FOR YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7227936613608757372?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7227936613608757372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7227936613608757372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7227936613608757372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7227936613608757372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/part-of-team.html' title='Part of a Team'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4481680116822279712</id><published>2008-02-14T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-14T06:38:05.421-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Leaving a witness</title><content type='html'>There was a terrible incident at a hockey game the other day. A player had his corotid artery cut by a skate. Those skates are razor sharp. He left a trail of blood all over the ice. He had the presence of mind to skate toward his bench,and it "just so happened" that a doctor was sitting in the stands right near the bench and was able to attend to him.The doctor's actions and presence and this player's own wisdom probably saved his life, the doctors would say after performing surgery."He was lucky" "Fortunate that the doctor was there".These were some of the comments. BALONEY. THE LORD was in control and helped him, HE saved his life.Another witness by The Lord that He is in control. He leaves them all the time,in big ways and little ways. We need to WAKE UP and realize that it is HIM,not luck,fate, good fortune, coincidence, BUT GOD. Lord,give us,give me, eyes to see YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4481680116822279712?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4481680116822279712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4481680116822279712' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4481680116822279712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4481680116822279712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/leaving-witness.html' title='Leaving a witness'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6912100689578381842</id><published>2008-02-11T07:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T08:04:07.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bursting Into Song</title><content type='html'>Sometimes my bride will start singing at the drop of a hat. About the weather, God, people,whatever she is thinking about at that time. I ask her why, and she says" I just had to burst into song". When I think of all that The Lord has done for me, I am apt to burst into song too,songs of praise.When people or situations pop into my mind, I try to burst into prayer. Great ways to keep the lines of communication open between God and me. Thanks,Lord,for the "burster",who blesses me every day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6912100689578381842?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6912100689578381842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6912100689578381842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6912100689578381842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6912100689578381842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/bursting-into-song.html' title='Bursting Into Song'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4653667348808938864</id><published>2008-02-06T19:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-06T20:06:52.825-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Purse</title><content type='html'>It happened a couple years ago.I was at work when a couple came in saying that their daughter had lost her purse,and may have left it at the school.She was a little girl(1st or 2nd grader,as I remember),and this little purse meant the world to her.A co worker of mine, Kathy, and I looked in a few places,and lo and behold, we found the little purse.The parents were tremendously happy and thankful, and couldn't wait to get home to give their daughter back her favorite thing.A little effort, a little kindness, not really very hard to do, but what an impact it had on the dad, mom, and little girl.Thank you for the lesson,Lord. Please keep it fresh in my mind when those opportunities come my way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4653667348808938864?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4653667348808938864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4653667348808938864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4653667348808938864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4653667348808938864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/purse.html' title='The Purse'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5869824960244508159</id><published>2008-02-04T20:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T20:51:28.624-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruined</title><content type='html'>18 straight wins. One more for a perfect season. The Patriots couldn't do it. They lost. All that hard work wasted.All it took was one slip up, one defeat, one loss,and everything was  ruined. I'm so thankful that that's not the case in my following Christ.I slip up all the time, make mistakes, act without thinking,in other words, sin. Does it ruin me? THANK GOD,NO! He is a forgiving God, who's mercy is endless.I need that  mercy every day. Thank you, Lord,that I can call for it, thank you MORE for giving it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5869824960244508159?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5869824960244508159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5869824960244508159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5869824960244508159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5869824960244508159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/02/ruined.html' title='Ruined'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4696331949085809042</id><published>2008-01-31T07:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T08:12:39.459-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power outages</title><content type='html'>We had a huge wind storm yesterday. The gusts reached over 70 miles an hour in some spots.We usually lose power wheni t gets windy, but thankfully we didn't this time. Others were not as fortunate. A lot lost power. Driving home from work last night(12:30am) I saw some crews out,and at breakfast this am., I saw some come in to eat. They were either working all night, or getting an early start. These are the real heroes. Doing really thankless, dangerous work,tying to get people up and running again.I'm so thankful for them. It takes  a lot for the powere to go out sometimes. In my walk with The Lord I have to be careful not to let "the power" go out. It can happen pretty easily if I neglect Him,get lazy in my Bible reading/devotions, get"too busy" to give Him proper place and attention.Proverbs says it best:"A little sleep, a little slumber, a little folding of the hands to rest; so shall your need come in like a robber, and your want like an armed man".(I apply that spiritually)Lord, help me to be consistant in my walk with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4696331949085809042?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4696331949085809042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4696331949085809042' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4696331949085809042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4696331949085809042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/power-outages.html' title='Power outages'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-8017687424900158146</id><published>2008-01-29T19:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-29T19:59:20.662-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Game Piece</title><content type='html'>I bought a box of cat food the other day. They are giving away some prizes and cash,and on the box it said that there was a game piece inside.I opened the box, no game piece. I dumped all the cat food out, and sorted through it, no game piece. False advertising. Very dissapointing.How much worse though, when I claim to be a Jesus follower, and my actions and/or words don't back it up. False advertising. A much worse form than no game piece in a box of cat food. Lord, forgive me for those times that I was a false advertiser of who You are to me. Help me to be true in EVERY way.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-8017687424900158146?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/8017687424900158146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=8017687424900158146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8017687424900158146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8017687424900158146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/game-piece.html' title='Game Piece'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1117139103636543021</id><published>2008-01-25T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T12:13:53.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Birds</title><content type='html'>The place where I get my birdseed ran out this week. I got some today. The lady who waits on me all the time said"I can't believe all the people who came in yesterday ,looking for birdseed"(We knew it was coming in then). She added"I can't believe how many people feed the birds".Jesus said that the birds don't worry about food, our Heavenly Father feeds them. Could it be that He uses all of us,including me, who has absolutely nothing to offer Him,to feed His birds? I believe it.That's so cool of Him! Can He also use me for some of His other purposes? FOR SURE! Lord, help me to be ready,AND WILLING when you call.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1117139103636543021?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1117139103636543021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1117139103636543021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1117139103636543021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1117139103636543021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/birds.html' title='The Birds'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-277704562293315808</id><published>2008-01-24T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-24T20:17:24.942-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Report Cards</title><content type='html'>I remember getting our report cards in grammar school. Sometimes they would get one of the parish priests to come and hand them out.He would call your name, and open up your report card in front of whole class and look at it. It better have been good, or else he would embarass you in front of the whole class,especially if the conduct (misbehaving) mark was bad. Pretty cruel, looking back on it. I hope that's not how they do it today. When I come to the judgement day,the books will be opened, and my"report card" will be looked at by the Righteous Judge. He won't embarass me,He'll welcome me home, and dispense any rewards I may have coming. Lord, help my life to honor You,so I can take those rewards and lay them at Your feet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-277704562293315808?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/277704562293315808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=277704562293315808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/277704562293315808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/277704562293315808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/report-cards.html' title='Report Cards'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2149232363163495576</id><published>2008-01-23T08:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T08:12:32.191-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Fab 4</title><content type='html'>1964. I remember it well. I was 6 years old. The Beatles.Man, they were great,took the country by storm.What a sound,so different,unique for that time. Their music made you feel good, happy.Without a doubt,the greatest band of all tme, EVER. The Fab 4 they were called. I know of another Fab 4. Matthew,Mark, Luke, John,the gospel writers. They recorded the words, and chronicled the life of the greatest man ever to set His feet on the earth.The Gospels,chock full of Jesus,showing us what God is like, instructing us how to live,showing us what love is,and how to flesh it out. I'm happy the Fab 4 came here from England and left us their music. I'm thankful the other "Fab 4" followed Him,and recorded it, so I can follow Him, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2149232363163495576?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2149232363163495576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2149232363163495576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2149232363163495576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2149232363163495576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/fab-4.html' title='The Fab 4'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3096070902643350396</id><published>2008-01-21T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-21T20:35:14.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How can they prove THAT?</title><content type='html'>No two snowflakes are alike. Who said that? How can they prove it? Billions and ga-zillions of snowflakes have fallen since the beginning of time(one is too many for me),and no two are alike? C'mon, how can that ever be proven? I have to take it on faith that it is true.There are many things in my walk with The Lord that I have to take on faith. Forgiveness for one. To think that His death on the cross was payment for all of my sins,and when I screw up now, and ask for His forgiveness, and HE DOES FORGIVE ME,takes faith.I can't prove that my sins are forgiven, I can't prove that Jesus forgives me now when I ask,but by FAITH, I BELIEVE IT,I ACCEPT IT,in fact, I STAKE ETERNITY ON IT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3096070902643350396?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3096070902643350396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3096070902643350396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3096070902643350396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3096070902643350396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/how-can-they-prove-that.html' title='How can they prove THAT?'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7919658630355569519</id><published>2008-01-16T20:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-16T20:42:50.348-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Show and Tell</title><content type='html'>I really don't remember it at school,show and tell.We were supposed to bring something in,and then tell about it.I'm sure we did it,I'm pretty sure they still do it today,I just don't remember ever taking anything to school for it,or even having it at all.I heard a minister say that Christianity is a "Show and Tell" religion.You have to show people what Jesus is like, THEN you can tell others about Him. I don't know who said this but it is so true: "It is of no use to walk anywhere to preach unless we preach everywhere as we walk".AMEN.Lord, please help my life back up my words.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7919658630355569519?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7919658630355569519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7919658630355569519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7919658630355569519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7919658630355569519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/show-and-tell.html' title='Show and Tell'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5429719721554630453</id><published>2008-01-10T20:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T20:51:07.392-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots,Hattie,and the BIG BIG snow</title><content type='html'>It was a Thursday,a few years ago, 7  I think. It started snowing, it didn't stop for a long time.3 feet!Our outdoor cats,Boots and Hattie weren't in the garage where they spend most of the winter. They were out in all that snow. I shoveled a path for them over to the house next door which they go underneath sometimes. No sign of them. Overnight 4 more feet of snow! 7 feet,I measured it myself. No sign of Boots and Hattie. I was afraid they were holed up somewhere and unable to get out. I shoveled till I thought my arms would fall off,and walked and shoveled in hip deep snow all the way across the street to another garage,calling the boys to come home. Nothing.I called my mother and asked her to pray. I could hear the concern in her voice as she said she would for sure.Friday came and went,we had to walk to the store because we couldn't get off the street.They actually had the National Guard come in and remove some of the snow.On the way to the store a neighbor said that if Boots and Hattie don't come home soon,they may never. I knew he was right.My mother called to check on the boys, but I had no news for her. In going across the street,I had managed to trudge a little path(along with shoveling) back to the house. It was around 8pm Friday night,I was out shoveling the cars out.I looked up and I saw them,Boots and Hattie! They were in the street,coming from across it.I called to them,they came to me,and I hugged them all over and kissed them and cried tears of thankfulness to God for bringing them home.I went in and annouced the news,and immediately called my mother. She was SO HAPPY.I truly believe that her prayers were INSRUMENTAL in bringing Boots and Hattie home. How fitting that her last words to me were"PRAY".I do,mom,and I will,as long as The Lord gives me breath. THANKS.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5429719721554630453?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5429719721554630453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5429719721554630453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5429719721554630453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5429719721554630453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/bootshattieand-big-big-snow.html' title='Boots,Hattie,and the BIG BIG snow'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3296529901981956314</id><published>2008-01-08T20:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-08T20:52:02.762-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ABBA The Music</title><content type='html'>My bride and the Woppinger sisters went to see ABBA The Music a couple years ago. They were a band that performed the music of ABBA.They dressed liked them,talked like them, and most importantly,sounded JUST LIKE them.I remember closing my eyes and thinking that it was just like being at a real ABBA concert.It was amazing, almost a perfect imitation.Can I be that close to imitating Jesus to those that I come in contact with? I try.If I can come nearly as close as this band did in imitating my favorite group,then He will be pleased.Even a glimpse of HIM in me...Lord, let it be!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3296529901981956314?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3296529901981956314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3296529901981956314' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3296529901981956314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3296529901981956314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/abba-music.html' title='ABBA The Music'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6492303972641255282</id><published>2008-01-07T20:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T20:39:41.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No time</title><content type='html'>"I just don't have any time".I don't know how many times I've said it ,or heard other people say it.It really is a bunch of hooey. If something is important enough,I'll make the time for it.It's a matter of prioritizing.I hear it a lot about praying, getting alone with God. "I'm too busy,I just can't fit that alone time with Him in".It is hard, I know. One way that helps me is leaving the radio off as I drive, and pray instead,talk to my heavenly Father. Of course, since I am unable to drive and pray(as well as walk and chew gum) at the same time, I have to wait for lights to turn red.But it can be done.The alone time with Him is VITAL in my walk,be it in the car,kitchen,shower,wherever. I'm not busy 24 hours a day,(boring yes,busy, no)certainly I can find some time for Jesus. In fact, I MUST.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6492303972641255282?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6492303972641255282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6492303972641255282' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6492303972641255282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6492303972641255282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/no-time.html' title='No time'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4642081858694058993</id><published>2008-01-03T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T20:33:35.799-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"We were trying"</title><content type='html'>I remember a ball game we played many years ago. We were ahead going into the bottom of the last inning, but we kicked the game away,we lost. There were a few errors in that inning, I know I made one, I think it was my ninth or tenth of the game.Afterwards, our coach hollared at us for screwing up and blowing the game.We alrady felt badly,and that didn't help.I remember someone saying"Hey,we were trying".I'm thankful that The Lord isn't like our coach.He knows that I'm trying, and doesn't yell or condemn when I screw up,which is thousands upon thousands of times.On the contrary,He says: "Come to me,I'll forgive you,just ask Me".Thank you Lord, that you know me so well, and love me anyway.Ps. The kindergarten kids have an "I Can Tie My Shoe Club" in their classroom. I have been practicing really hard, and hope to take the test for membership in this club very soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4642081858694058993?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4642081858694058993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4642081858694058993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4642081858694058993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4642081858694058993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/we-were-trying.html' title='&quot;We were trying&quot;'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5992919914365739066</id><published>2008-01-01T21:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:22:25.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Customer Service</title><content type='html'>I had to take our car in for a brake job. I went to a place where I have gone before,but when I went in I recieved very poor customer service. They seemed almost bothered that I was there, and didn't even try to accomodate me with a request I asked of them. I left. Took my business elsewhere. It got me thinking about my "customer service".I come in contact with many "customers" during my day.My job is to reflect Jesus out to them. Do I scare them off, and/or do they go elsewhere because of my indifference,or lack of concern?Lord,may that not be said of me,that I gave poor customer service to my fellow man. Help me to go "the extra mile" for them,and for YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5992919914365739066?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5992919914365739066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5992919914365739066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5992919914365739066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5992919914365739066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2008/01/customer-service.html' title='Customer Service'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7070143051079253647</id><published>2007-12-26T20:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-26T20:42:21.519-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Exchanges</title><content type='html'>With thanks to one of our pastors,Deone,most of this blog came about after reading  a letter that he wrote from our church. It's amazing how many people go to the stores the day after Christmas to exchange a present they recieved. We saw it ourselves when we went out this evening.Speaking of exchanging, what a great time of year to reflect on things that I need to exchange in the coming year. Bad qualities for good qualities.I would be in line at the Lord's exchange counter for many,many, many hours if I tried to exchange all the bad qualities I have. But with His help,I will try to exchange at least a couple, and be a better person, and follower of HIM in the coming year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7070143051079253647?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7070143051079253647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7070143051079253647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7070143051079253647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7070143051079253647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/exchanges.html' title='Exchanges'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1454503872525273393</id><published>2007-12-21T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-21T16:24:21.672-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If we only knew...</title><content type='html'>My childhood friend Dave and I invented snowboarding.We really did. Dave had a great hill in his back yard,and we used to get it all nice and icy,take one of those saucers,and instead of going down the hill on our stomachs,we got a running start,jumped on it,and rode it down like a surfboard. We would spend hours out there,it didn't matter how cold it got. Now, snowboarding is an Olympic sport. Geesh! If we only knew,we would be rich today.I'd still be boring,but I'd be a rich boring man.I believe The Lord knew that I would have probably blown the money instead of investing it.I believe that's the reason I don't have a lot of money today,He knows I'd blow it. Thank you Lord(I think) for knowing me so well. Sure would have been fun blowing that money...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1454503872525273393?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1454503872525273393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1454503872525273393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1454503872525273393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1454503872525273393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/if-we-only-knew.html' title='If we only knew...'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-7417335686975546481</id><published>2007-12-17T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-17T20:50:55.955-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Letters</title><content type='html'>dis or en.  What a difference. DIS couragement can sap the life out of you. It can do great harm.Satan was aked one day if he could have only one thing to afflict people with, what would it be?Discouragement. He said that all of his other tools would work much more easily on a discouraged soul,a ripple effect. EN couragement can make all the difference in the world in someone's life. To build someone up,lift them when they are down, pray for them when they are in need,stand by them when they're alone, encourage them to keep going,can literally change someone's life. Only The Lord knows how many lives have been turned around by an encourager. Lord, help me to be THAT for many. Ps. Thanks, sister's E and M for your encouragement this past weekend.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-7417335686975546481?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/7417335686975546481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=7417335686975546481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7417335686975546481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/7417335686975546481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/5-letters.html' title='5 Letters'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5484564744848071970</id><published>2007-12-13T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-13T21:24:35.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Lesson Learned...finally</title><content type='html'>I've finally learned how to clean our cars off when it snows. I just sweep a little peephole off so I can see, then I pull the cars into the street.I sweep all the snow off into the street, and let the cars run it over, or the plows clean it up.All these years I have been cleaning the cars off in the driveway, and making more work for myself.Duh! It only took me 48 years, but I've figured it out.Sometimes it seems it takes that long to learn a lesson The Lord is trying to teach me.I'm thankful He is patient. Sometimes He brings the same things to me over and over again,and then poof!, the lightbulb goes off and I see what He is getting at.It can be the same way when reading Scripture. I my read the same passage 20 times, then the 21st time, I really SEE what God is saying to me.Thank you Lord,for lessons learned.May there be many more.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5484564744848071970?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5484564744848071970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5484564744848071970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5484564744848071970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5484564744848071970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/lesson-learnedfinally.html' title='A Lesson Learned...finally'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4472474686734622284</id><published>2007-12-10T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-10T20:39:39.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Adolph's</title><content type='html'>I remember watching my mother, and now my bride,prepare meat(steak,roast,etc.) They pounded it and pounded it with this wooden thing with all these bumps on it,and then out came the Adolph's Meat Tenderizer.Man,that stuff is good,it really makes the meat tender, "melts in your mouth" tender.It like that with me,somewhat. The world pounds me and pounds me and pounds me.It's hard not to get angry,bitter, cynical,or to despair at all the evil. I need the "tenderizer"of The Lord to soften my heart.I ask Him for it a lot,not often enough. I need to ask Him more:"Tenderize my heart, Lord, help me to see people as You see them, and love them as You do".Without that Adolph's tenderizer that piece of meat would be tough,hard to chew,not pleasant at all. Without HIS tenderizer,that's how I am. Thank you Lord, for Your tenderness with me. Help me to be that way with others.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4472474686734622284?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4472474686734622284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4472474686734622284' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4472474686734622284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4472474686734622284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/adolphs.html' title='Adolph&apos;s'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3205627707959739339</id><published>2007-12-07T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T19:10:42.268-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks Verizon!</title><content type='html'>I see where Verizon is going to eliminate pay phones.Understandable with the cell phone craze.That means no more phone booths, either.Where is the boring man fan club going to meet NOW? Thanks a lot Verizon.Speaking of them,they send me a letter every month wanting me to sign up for all their services, voice mail,caller id,high speed internet,etc. for one price.Every month it comes, every month I throw it out. Boy, they are persistant though. The Lord told us to be persistant in prayer.I don't think that means that we bring own selfish desires before Him,and keep asking Him for them.For me it means persistantly and passionately praying for others,interceeding for them.Sometimes I don't feel like it,but then I think that maybe no one else is praying for them that particular day,and that helps me to pray on.Only The Lord knows how many people are blessed by our faithfully praying for them. Maybe in heaven He will show us,maybe not,but that is not important. I will pray on!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3205627707959739339?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3205627707959739339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3205627707959739339' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3205627707959739339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3205627707959739339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/thanks-verizon.html' title='Thanks Verizon!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-8668935911479140184</id><published>2007-12-04T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-04T21:03:36.569-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What a bargain!</title><content type='html'>I got the book My Utmost For His Highest,at a garage sale. It cost me 50 cents.It is my favorite book,a daily devotional that I have used for going on 4 years now. There isn't enough space on this blogsite to describe how much God has blessed me and taught me through that book.Speaking of bargains... I have a better one. 2 Corinthians 5:21.To me, the most amazing verse in the Bible. "He made Him to be sin who knew no sin, that in Him we might become the rightousness of God".I give Jesus my sin,He gives me His righteousness.(Right standing before God) It cost Him EVERYTHING,it costs me nothing. Match that Wal Mart,KMart, Target and all you other stores that claim you have great bargains. This bargain from Jesus is the only one that I need.Thank you,Lord, for offering it to me. Ps. A very happy birthday to my bride's friend Wassinger. She is a true servant,and you will not find a more giving person.I admire her a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-8668935911479140184?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/8668935911479140184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=8668935911479140184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8668935911479140184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8668935911479140184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/what-bargain.html' title='What a bargain!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5741166665505618665</id><published>2007-12-03T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-03T21:00:58.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie</title><content type='html'>Another ABBA song.It's about what goes on in the middle of the night, the wee hours. A line in it says"There's not a soul out there, no one to hear my prayer" Not so with my Lord. Thank God His Throne Room is open all night long: 7 days a week, 365 days a year. Lord, help my prayer times with You not to be like the title of this song,where I'm always asking You to "gimmie, gimmie gimmie".You will,and You do,but how much better it is just to fellowship with You and  listen,enjoy Your company,intercede for others. When I do that my own needs are of no concern, and yet it is there that they are met.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5741166665505618665?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5741166665505618665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5741166665505618665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5741166665505618665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5741166665505618665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/12/gimmie-gimmie-gimmie.html' title='Gimmie, Gimmie, Gimmie'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5383869458504220809</id><published>2007-11-30T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-30T08:13:18.964-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Boy Pipe</title><content type='html'>We lost our cat yesterday. Pipe was almost 15 when he passed away.He was the most talkative cat that I have been around. He always had something to say.People would want to hear him talk when we paid them to come over for a visit.He always did.What he was saying,I'm not sure, but he was a great cat, gentle, accepting of other cats that came into the house, and he had a great disposition.I found him wedged in the tailpipe/muffler area of my car on a cold November morning many years ago. He moved into our house with us, so he has always been here. It feels strange without him. The vet said he had a very strong heart.He sure touched mine, and broke it,too. Thank you Lord for giving him to us. Thanks, Pipe for all the joy you brought. See you in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5383869458504220809?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5383869458504220809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5383869458504220809' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5383869458504220809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5383869458504220809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/my-boy-pipe.html' title='My Boy Pipe'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6065806785205628115</id><published>2007-11-28T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:02:48.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sticks and Stones</title><content type='html'>"Sticks and stones can break my bones, but names will never hurt me". What a ridiculous statement.It's not the compliments or nice things said about you that you remember,but the hurtful,nasty things. At least it's like that with me. I still remember things said to me many many years ago,and I shudder to think of the things that I've said over the years that have hurt and may still be hurting people.Lord, help me with my tongue.Let my words be gracious,like You have been, and are, to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6065806785205628115?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6065806785205628115/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6065806785205628115' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6065806785205628115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6065806785205628115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/sticks-and-stones.html' title='Sticks and Stones'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-817662984534367004</id><published>2007-11-27T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T21:03:30.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Earless Cat</title><content type='html'>We have a cat that has been visiting us. He looks like he only has one ear. The left ear is almost missing,that's why I call him the earless cat.I'm pretty sure he has a home,he just comes over to mooch food.He's really a friendly chap,but the other day he hissed at me,and then 5 seconds later rubbed all over me,real friendly like.It's real easy to be a great Christian when I'm in church,or rubbing shoulders with fellow believers.Then I get out in the world,and situations arise,and I start hissing, just like the earless one,and sometimes just as quickly. That ought not to be.Lord,I'm sorry for that contradiction that is way too evident in my life. Help me to be a more consistant follower of you.I always chuckle when a cat hisses, even if it's at me.Lord,help me to realize that my "hissing" is no laughing matter to You,but something that needs to be worked on and fixed with the help of Your amazing grace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-817662984534367004?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/817662984534367004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=817662984534367004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/817662984534367004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/817662984534367004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/earless-cat.html' title='The Earless Cat'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1698068196406460741</id><published>2007-11-26T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-26T20:58:04.457-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring Ring</title><content type='html'>We went through a period a few years ago where we lost something  like 12 people,family and friends,to death.Throw in my mother's sickness,emergency calls in the middle of the night,calls at work,and I became very uneasy every time the phone would ring. I still am,in fact.We do have the caller id that identifies who is calling,but I still get nervous when I see certain names come up.I wonder what the Lord thinks when He sees my name come up on His caller id.Do I call on Him only in a crisis,or when something bad has happened?Sadly,that has been the case sometimes.Lord,help me to call on You ALWAYS,not just in times of trouble, but all the time,even just to say thanks. We can sit and chat and fellowship together.I may never feel at ease when the phone rings, but I want The Lord to smile when my name comes up on His machine, and I want Him to look forward to talking with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1698068196406460741?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1698068196406460741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1698068196406460741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1698068196406460741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1698068196406460741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/ring-ring.html' title='Ring Ring'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6469655489528564808</id><published>2007-11-19T20:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T21:05:33.467-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Patriots</title><content type='html'>Watching New England manhandle the Buffalo Bills Sunday night,and what the coach and players said afterwards,got me thinking.The Patriots were focused,driven, not at all complacent,or taking the Bills lightly.As a Christ follower,I need to exhibit those qualities also.FOCUSED on Him,not distracted or swayed by the things of this world. DRIVEN to be a good representative of Him to others,and a good servant.NOT COMPLACENT,neglecting studying His Word,praying,serving,or taking "days off" in my Christian walk.Not ever,no NEVER taking His sacrifice for me and all that He does for me,and has done for me, LIGHTLY.Even though it came at the expense of my Bills,thanks for the lesson, Patriots.May I be that good for Jesus.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6469655489528564808?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6469655489528564808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6469655489528564808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6469655489528564808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6469655489528564808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/patriots.html' title='Patriots'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6989226357572502178</id><published>2007-11-15T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T20:14:33.504-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One chance</title><content type='html'>I played alot of football when I was growing up,mostly touch football in the street.Frequently though,we had "big games",when the older guys would play,and they would let us play with them. There were a few of us who were about 10 years younger than them. I think they let us play just to make the game bigger,and sometimes to even out the teams.In just about every game with the big guys,they would say" Let's throw the boring kid a pass".(Yes,even way back then I was boring) I had to be ready,I never knew when my one chance was coming. It didn't matter if I made a great catch or dropped the ball,one chance was all I got. There were no more plays for me in that game,no second chances.I'm SO thankful that The Lord is not like that. He has been called "The God of Second Chances" Wow,it's so true.Thank you,Lord for your amazing forgiveness,and the countless, countless,countless second chances that you have given,and continue to give me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6989226357572502178?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6989226357572502178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6989226357572502178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6989226357572502178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6989226357572502178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/one-chance.html' title='One chance'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1155878272885968910</id><published>2007-11-12T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T21:05:11.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Uh oh,he's up!"</title><content type='html'>That's what I want the devil to say when I roll out of the rack in the morning.No,I'm not going to be preaching to hundreds of people,or handing out Gospel tracts to everyone I see.But I'll be out there,in the world.I can "preach" with my life,be polite,be kind,encourage others,do good deeds,best of all PRAY for others during the day,as they are put on my heart.In a nutshell,I am to be about my Master's business,shining out for Him,being a good representative of Him in this world. I absolutely don't have it in me to do it on my own. But HIS grace is sufficient,all I need to do is ask,there is an endless supply.Lord,I sure do need it today and every day.Thanks that I can come to You and receive,and then go out and give.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1155878272885968910?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1155878272885968910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1155878272885968910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1155878272885968910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1155878272885968910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/uh-ohhes-up.html' title='&quot;Uh oh,he&apos;s up!&quot;'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6145189866948954173</id><published>2007-11-10T20:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-10T20:51:48.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Deal!</title><content type='html'>I usually don't write anything on weekends,but I worked today.I think it's the first time in 9 years at the school that I worked a Saturday.It was not mandatory,they needed help,and asked me,so I went. The 3 ladies that ran the school play,and needed the help, are the nicest people,very kind,and fun,some of the best people that I've encountered here. That's why it was no big deal for me to go in and help them,it was a pleasure.I did get paid for it,of course,but that wasn't the only reason I went. I like them,they are always very nice to me,so it was fitting for me to repay their kindness.Besides,it's what I'm supposed to do as a follower of Jesus,it's no big deal,it's "walking the walk".It was easy to go help out.Could I have done it for someone  I don't get along with,someone who hasn't been,or isn't nice to me? Sadly,I can't say that I would have for sure. Maybe.That's where the rubber meets the road,that's where I need His grace and help.Big deal,I went to help some of my friends,that's what a Christ follower does. Lord,forgive me for those many times that I've failed on the other end,with those that I'm not especially close to. Bring some more of those opportunities my way,and help me to just go and "be" for them,and FOR YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6145189866948954173?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6145189866948954173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6145189866948954173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6145189866948954173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6145189866948954173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/big-deal.html' title='Big Deal!'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3865262086721185039</id><published>2007-11-09T20:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-09T20:47:34.609-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat Voice</title><content type='html'>Not many people have heard it. My bride has heard it for 22 years,and some of my immediate family have heard it. Cats respond to it. My 4 know it,and when they hear it,they know I am specifically talking to them. I can call our outdoor cats using the cat voice,and they will come running.In fact, I use the cat voice almost exclusively when dealing with our cats. Lord,help me to be that sensitive to YOUR voice,help me to listen for it,and then like Boots,Hattie, TC.,and Pipe,help me to come running,'cause it's there,with You, that I'll find everything I need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3865262086721185039?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3865262086721185039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3865262086721185039' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3865262086721185039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3865262086721185039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/cat-voice.html' title='Cat Voice'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3107011347217138764</id><published>2007-11-06T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-06T20:48:24.212-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bang A Boomerang</title><content type='html'>It's the title of an ABBA song,not one of their more well known ones.It has a line in there that has been true for this boring man."Every feelin' you're showin',is a boomerang you're throwin". It's true.If I walk around with a sour puss on,or a bad attitude,it comes back to me,and things usually don't go very well. But,give someone a smile,do a good deed for someone, be pleasant, be polite,good comes back to me most of the time. I have a chance to put the "bang a boomerang" theory into practice at the school this week. Something I'm not looking forward to at all is happening on Friday. I'm going to embrace it though,have a good attitude,and I'll just bet that it will be fine,even good. Lord,help me to learn this lesson.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3107011347217138764?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3107011347217138764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3107011347217138764' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3107011347217138764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3107011347217138764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/bang-boomerang.html' title='Bang A Boomerang'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5940572038593914344</id><published>2007-11-05T07:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-05T07:28:57.425-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'll be there for ya'"</title><content type='html'>It was something my double play partner/2nd baseman Rick would say to me . He was telling me that if a ball was hit to me,he would be at 2nd base,there to cover so we could get a force out or double play. In spite of the tremendous amount of bad throws I made to him, ,and the several pulled muscles he suffered trying to catch those wild tosses, he was always there for me. Kind of like God. He's always there for me, no matter how many times I screw up,or have need of His grace and mercy and help,He says,"I'm here for ya'".Thank you Lord  that You are,and thank you that You always will be.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5940572038593914344?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5940572038593914344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5940572038593914344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5940572038593914344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5940572038593914344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/ill-be-there-for-ya.html' title='&quot;I&apos;ll be there for ya&apos;&quot;'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4755040801867762212</id><published>2007-11-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-11-01T20:47:44.454-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Side jobs</title><content type='html'>My father was a carpenter. A great one,for sure. My brother picked up his skills,I of course,did not. In any event,he had his regular job with a remodeling company during the day,but he would also do side jobs in the evenings.We always knew when he got paid for those side jobs. Bags full of potato chips,dip,pop, ice cream,stuff we didn't get very often,and really appreciated when we got it.It's nice to reflect back,it makes me thankful.Thankful for my father,thankful that he took such good care of us,thankful that those treats were rare occasions.It made us appreciate them more. Yes,it's good to reflect back.But it's better to reflect OUT. That others would see a reflection of Jesus in me,that I may shine out for Him.Lord help me to reflect...BACK and OUT.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4755040801867762212?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4755040801867762212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4755040801867762212' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4755040801867762212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4755040801867762212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/11/side-jobs.html' title='Side jobs'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-5436368393481737642</id><published>2007-10-31T20:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T20:42:20.744-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking on air</title><content type='html'>I signed up to pray while our 11 o'clock church service service was going on. A few would gather in the little chapel and ask God's blessings upon the service.After I signed up,I thought: "How in the world am I going to pray for an hour? I'll run out of things to pray a lot faster than that". Let me tell you,it was one of the greatest experiences of my life.There were 4 of us,Ray and John,whom I had never met,and my dear brother Steve,who was our small group Bible study leader,and who's name on the sign up sheet encouraged me to sign up,too.We prayed and cried out to God,and that hour just flew by.The Lord met with us there,we felt His presence.It was an amazing feeling. Walking to our cars, Steve said he felt like he was walking on air.He was so right,it felt as if my feet weren't even touching the ground.Man,to be in His presence.Lord,instead of bringing my own "laundry list" of needs to You,help me just to talk with You, worship You, listen to You,bring OTHER'S needs before you.When I do that,I KNOW that you will be pleased,I KNOW that You will meet with me,I know that You will take care of those unspoken needs that I have.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-5436368393481737642?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/5436368393481737642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=5436368393481737642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5436368393481737642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/5436368393481737642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/walking-on-air.html' title='Walking on air'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2404304754024074865</id><published>2007-10-30T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-30T20:57:48.168-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wall</title><content type='html'>When I was working the graveyard shift,my uncle Hank told me that about 3 0r 4 in the morning,every morning, I would hit "a wall". My body would want to shut down and go to sleep. It was like it was saying"Hey,you should be sleeping"!He was so right,it happened all the time. I had to battle through it,and keep going,and then I would get my second wind and be ok. Sometimes it's like that in my walk with Jesus. I hit a wall.Nothing much happening, the hum drum of everyday life,work, routine,not much excitement.Same solution as the 3am sleepies. KEEP GOING. Keep at it for Jesus,keep connected to Him,keep moving for Him,don't go to sleep.People out there need to see Him in me.Lord,thanks for the many "second winds"  You have given to me. Thank you that when I need more, I can come to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2404304754024074865?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2404304754024074865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2404304754024074865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2404304754024074865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2404304754024074865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/wall.html' title='The Wall'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-2596128477439539633</id><published>2007-10-29T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T20:51:59.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tammie and the pill</title><content type='html'>A buddy that I grew up with had a dog named Tammie. The dog had some sort of ear infection,and had to take pills. They couldn't get this dog to swallow the pills no matter what they did. I told them that I would take care of it. So I had them give me a couple pieces of meat,threw them to the dog one at at time,the dog caught them in the air,swallowed them,not knowing that the second piece contained the pill.My buddies' family were beside themselves.You'd have thought I had cured a disease or something. As a matter of fact,my sister ran into my friend's mom and sister(this was a couple years ago,and some 20 years after the pill episode),and they mentioned the pill to her. A seemingly insignificant thing to me still had an impact on others 20 years later. A sobering thought,for sure. Lord help me to realize that those things that I say and do,no matter how small,no matter how insignificant,may impact other lives. Please help those words and deeds to be good,loving,helpful,encouraging,reflecting YOU to those I contact.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-2596128477439539633?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/2596128477439539633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=2596128477439539633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2596128477439539633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/2596128477439539633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/tammie-and-pill.html' title='Tammie and the pill'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-4493492622706594068</id><published>2007-10-26T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-26T07:56:11.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Zoned in</title><content type='html'>I played a lot of baseball games in my time. Shortstop most of the time. I made a ton of errors,so many in fact,I had to wear a football helmet on the field to protect myself from the objects people disgustingly threw at me. There was one game, however where I was zoned in. Caught everthing hit to me, made a couple of "highlight reel" plays. I was saying"C'mon, hit it to me". They couldn't have gotten a BB by me that day. I need to be zoned in when I attend church this Sunday.Too many times I've stayed up way too late and been to tired to focus,or I've let my mind wander to other things.It's a great feeling to be in zoned in,nothing distracts you,you are completely focused. Lord, after all You do,and have done for me,  the least I could do  is to be focused on You,"zoned in" on You. Please help me get to that place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-4493492622706594068?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/4493492622706594068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=4493492622706594068' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4493492622706594068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/4493492622706594068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/zoned-in.html' title='Zoned in'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-6331221210376900576</id><published>2007-10-24T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T20:18:00.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks, coach</title><content type='html'>It was a pretty busy night at the school,as usual. The girl scouts had a Halloween party(I have my mask on 365 days a year),there was a vollyball game,and a couple of practices. One of the coaches went the extra mile, and in doing so,helped me out.He said"That's what we do".It was like he was saying: that's normal for us,nothing out of the ordinary.It's a lesson that hit home. I'm a Christian,a follower of Jesus,so when I do something nice for someone, show kindness, go the extra mile,it should be nothing out of the ordinary,it should be "that's what I(as a Jesus follower) do".Like it or not,I am an exhibitionist,people are watching what I do,seeing if my actions back up my words. May they say to one another about me, "No surprise,that's what Christians do". As my brother Steve says, "Don't just talk the talk,WALK THE WALK". Lord,let it be natural for me to follow You,let it be "that's what I do".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-6331221210376900576?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/6331221210376900576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=6331221210376900576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6331221210376900576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/6331221210376900576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/thanks-coach.html' title='Thanks, coach'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1787772812811936297</id><published>2007-10-23T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-23T20:44:31.457-07:00</updated><title type='text'>DDD</title><content type='html'>I think most of us live pretty routine lives.My niece posted a "Day in the Life" blog on her site. I couldn't do that,this page would be completely blank. The only purpose it might serve is curing a few insomniacs.In any event,It's pretty easy to feel all holy and spiritual when you are in church,or at a Bible  study,or prayer meeting,or when you are singing and worshipping God.At least it is for me.But to quote Oswald Chambers from "My Utmost For His Highest",  "It takes the supernatural grace of God to live the the 24 hour life as a saint,to do the Daily Drugery as a Disciple". The 3 d's. Daily drugery as a disciple. He's just saying that most of us just do life. There's not a lot of fanfare, not a lot of tremendously exciting things going on, we're just out here,doing our thing, doing life, whatever that may entail. It's in the nuts and bolts of life that  I need that supernatural grace of God that Chambers talks about. Thank you Lord that it's available,thank you that I can come to You when I need it,which is SO OFTEN,and thank you for how it has seen me through.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1787772812811936297?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1787772812811936297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1787772812811936297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1787772812811936297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1787772812811936297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/ddd.html' title='DDD'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1196907730211940521</id><published>2007-10-22T19:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T20:58:31.085-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Red Umbrella</title><content type='html'>My bride and I were blessed to be able to go to Pasadena last year,and witness the Tournament of Roses Parade in person.It was truly an amazing experience.1 MILLION people there,lining the 5 mile parade route.It was a pretty good hike from the bus to our seats,and Joan,our tour director,came up with the great idea of carrying a red umbrella,and holding it high,so we wouldn't get lost or separated from the group in the midst of the throng of people.Let me tell you,there were a couple of times where we lost sight of her,and panic was starting to set in.Then I remembered,"Look up,look for the red umbrella".There it was,there she was,what a relief!Lord,when those fearful times come,when those anxious thoughts come,when I feel like I'm losing my way,help me remember to LOOK UP.It's there that I find peace,it's there that I find YOU.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1196907730211940521?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1196907730211940521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1196907730211940521' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1196907730211940521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1196907730211940521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/red-umbrella.html' title='The Red Umbrella'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1811199657386600798</id><published>2007-10-19T07:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-19T08:07:36.107-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dangerfield</title><content type='html'>I remember a joke Rodney Danderfield told on the Tonight Show. He said he went out with a girl so ugly,that when you looked up the word ugly in the dictionary,her picture was there. Johnny Carson almost fell out of his chair. Very funny stuff. It got me thinking though. Is my picture by any words? How about, lazy,selfish,unmotivated,timid, comfortable,pizza,baseball,cats to name a few.Look those up in the dictionary,you just may see my mug there. I know a few people who have their picture next to good words, good qualities. Just mention their name,and immediately those words and qualities come to mind. If my name comes up,what words come to mind? Lord,please help me to be the kind of person where those words are good,and pleasing to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-1811199657386600798?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/1811199657386600798/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=1811199657386600798' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1811199657386600798'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/1811199657386600798'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/dangerfield.html' title='Dangerfield'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-421546298598288421</id><published>2007-10-17T07:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T07:51:22.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Buddies</title><content type='html'>I think they were buddies,then something went terribly wrong. Or they struck up a friendship somehow.In any event,this day lives in my memory today. It was at a baseball game in Pittsburgh a few years ago.2 guys,both in their late 20's I would say,were in front of us, one healthy, one in a wheelchair.The guy in the wheelchair was either severely brain damaged(maybe from an accident?),or had severe cerebral palsy. But boy,he loved his baseball! It was in the high 90's that day,and humid. This guy's buddy had one of those little portable fans. He fanned his friend ,wiped his brow, gave him water through a straw, all the while while they hung out together and watched some ball. It was the greatest act of human kindness that I have ever seen, and haven't seen since. THAT'S how I'm supposed to love! THAT"S how I'm supposed to treat my fellow man. Lord, please help me to be somewhere near that love, and to realize that acts of love towards others may touch lives unknown to us, as this one has done for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-421546298598288421?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/421546298598288421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=421546298598288421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/421546298598288421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/421546298598288421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/buddies.html' title='Buddies'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-604511832269218052</id><published>2007-10-16T06:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T07:07:14.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Glitter</title><content type='html'>Glitter is one of the hardest things to clean up. They seem to use a lot of it at the school where I work. It gets everywhere. You can vaccum it,sweep it, use a wet mop on it,use your fingers, and you think you get it all, but you don't. Sometimes it looks like you didn't even attempt to clean it . I like to say that it is a "process" though. You just keep at it, and eventually you get it all.That's how my walk with the Lord is,it's a process. I would like to be like Him all the time,but I'm not.I keep at it.He helps me,forgives me when I fail, and reminds me that, like cleaning glitter, becoming a good relection of Him is a process,a work in progress. Thanks Lord,for your patience.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-604511832269218052?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/604511832269218052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=604511832269218052' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/604511832269218052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/604511832269218052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/glitter.html' title='Glitter'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-3949920803828494700</id><published>2007-10-12T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-12T20:43:44.358-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elephant Ears</title><content type='html'>I have huge ears,I mean HUGE. I was told it's because I rolled them up,and then unrolled them when I was a kid. I sometimes can hear dogs barking 3 miles away,I have to put lead in my shoes on windy days or I go airborne,"No you can't shave your head,you'll look like a loving cup",that's how big they are.Still though,I sometimes don't hear well. It just depends on whether I'm really listening, really paying attention. Lord,when I  go to your house this Sunday,and the music is sung,and the message is given,help me to put my spiritual ears on,and hear what you have to say to me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-3949920803828494700?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/3949920803828494700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=3949920803828494700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3949920803828494700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/3949920803828494700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/elephant-ears.html' title='Elephant Ears'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-8259126006088715222</id><published>2007-10-10T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T20:43:43.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A lesson from Meow</title><content type='html'>I remember having the flu many years ago,when we were living in our apartment. I woke up in the middle of the night,sick as a dog,and proceeded to puke my guts out.During the middle of the ralphing,I looked next to me,and there was our cat,Meow. He had squeezed in between the bathtub and toilet,and he was laying there, watching me upchuck repeatedly.He just wanted to be with me. After I cleaned up, I thought it was really cool of that cat to be there for me,offering what support he could.It taught me a good lesson.That's how I am supposed to be to my fellow man:there,available,willing to help,alongside them in their time of need.Hmm... sounds a lot like how The Lord IS to me ALWAYS.He'll get right in those tight places with us,and we'll have HIS presence, and HIS support,and HIS help. Thanks, Meow,for the lesson. See you in heaven.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-8259126006088715222?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/8259126006088715222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=8259126006088715222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8259126006088715222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/8259126006088715222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/lesson-from-meow.html' title='A lesson from Meow'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-544627370605038666</id><published>2007-10-09T20:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T20:47:15.257-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Disco</title><content type='html'>I love disco music! I didn't always. I hated it in the 70's when I was in high school.It was an amazing fad that burst on the scene,was unbelievably popular,and then just as quickly faded and died. Good riddance back then. Now I like the music, it's too bad that I'm too old and feeble to dance to it.There have been a lot of fads come and go over the years,the hula hoop,pop rocks, bed races,flower power,paisley ties to name a few. A lot of the Jewish leaders thought that this religion founded by Jesus, this Christianity,was a fad,and that it would fade away.Well,2000 years later, Jesus is still going strong.Millions of changed lives(mine included) are proof of that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6183810368670949218-544627370605038666?l=eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/feeds/544627370605038666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6183810368670949218&amp;postID=544627370605038666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/544627370605038666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6183810368670949218/posts/default/544627370605038666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://eeed-lifeofaboringman.blogspot.com/2007/10/disco.html' title='Disco'/><author><name>eeed</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01960181112995876838</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6183810368670949218.post-1846499383590275804</id><published>2007-10-05T07:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-05T08:03:05.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sound Of Music</title><content type='html'>I saw The Sound Of Music at the drive in , 1963 or 1964.I was 5 or 6 years old. Then we got the record album with all the songs from it. We played it over and over. "My Favorite Things" was a song from that flick. "When the dog bites, when the bee stings, when  I'm feeling sad, I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad". Great song. With apologies to Julie Andrews, the 2007 version goes: "I'm so boring, now you're snoring, makes me feel so sad. But I simply remember my favorite things, and then I don't feel so bad". Here are a few of them, in no particular order:  Pizza,with triple cheese,triple pepperoni   cold,wet cat noses,   baseball trips with my friend Mark,  my bride's french toast(NOBODY makes it better),  watching George Brett swing a bat, The Match Game,  lasagna,  college football Saturday with Mark(the women shop,the men eat junk food and watch football), The Chapel at Crosspiont,  Court TV(Forensic Files, Body of Evidence)  Birds bathing or drinking , A Dairy Queen Blizzard, Leave It To Beaver and The Munsters. A side note: The do not call list is expiring.Now I will have all sorts of  salespeople calling and listening to my message on the answering machine. I may cure an insomniac or two. 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