<?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-8308518670738748537</id><updated>2011-11-27T17:10:32.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Child Of The King</title><subtitle type='html'>"For I know the plans I have for you," declares the LORD, "plans to prosper you and not to harm you, 
plans to give you hope and a future."
   Jeremiah 29:11 - NIV</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8308518670738748537.post-7024782539546962720</id><published>2009-09-08T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T18:09:23.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE BUILDING</title><summary type='text'>Ten Little Christians, standing in a line, One disliked the pastor, then there were nine. Nine little Christians stayed up very late, One slept too late on Sabbath, then there were eight. Eight little Christians on their way to Heaven, One took the low road, then there were seven. Seven little Christians chirping like some chicks, One disliked the music, then there were six. Six little Christians</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7024782539546962720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=7024782539546962720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/7024782539546962720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/7024782539546962720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2009/09/building.html' title='THE BUILDING'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-4129168376502168070</id><published>2009-05-14T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-14T08:30:15.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>PRAISING GOD FOR CLOSED DOORS</title><summary type='text'>We need to learn to praise the Lord as much for a closed door as we do an open door. The reason God closes doors is because He has not prepared anything over there for us. If he didn't close the wrong door, we would never find the right door.God directs our path through the closing and opening of doors. Once a door closes, it forces you to change your course. Another door closes, it forces you to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4129168376502168070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=4129168376502168070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/4129168376502168070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/4129168376502168070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2009/05/praising-god-for-closed-doors.html' title='PRAISING GOD FOR CLOSED DOORS'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-1052244029694555395</id><published>2009-02-25T13:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T13:44:05.125-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Becoming A Woman Of Excellence</title><summary type='text'>A woman of excellenceIs what I long to beFilled with your godly wisdomSo it is part of meA woman of integrityNo matter what I faceStanding up for righteousnessAnd for your saving graceA woman of destinyLiving out your planKnowing where you’d have me walkBeing guided by your handA woman of promiseStanding on your wordHolding on to all the truthsWhile carrying out your workA woman of compassionFor </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/1052244029694555395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=1052244029694555395' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/1052244029694555395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/1052244029694555395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2009/02/becoming-woman-of-excellence.html' title='Becoming A Woman Of Excellence'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-6509199419590385038</id><published>2008-12-28T07:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T07:56:47.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because</title><summary type='text'>Just because no one has been fortunate enough torealize what a gold mine you are,Doesn't mean you shine any less.Just because no one has been smart enough to figure outthat you can't be topped,Doesn't stop you from being the best.Just because no one has come along to share your life,Doesn't mean that day isn't coming.Just because no one has made this race worthwhile,Doesn't give you permission to</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6509199419590385038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=6509199419590385038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/6509199419590385038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/6509199419590385038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/12/just-because.html' title='Just Because'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-493952125821707185</id><published>2008-11-25T20:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:43:25.118-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am A Soldier In The Army Of God</title><summary type='text'>“I am a soldier in the army of God. The Lord Jesus Christ is my commanding officer. The Holy Bible is my Code of Conduct. Faith, prayer, and the Word are my weapons of warfare. I have been taught by the Holy Spirit, trained by experience, tried by adversity and tested by fire.I am a volunteer in this army and I am enlisted for eternity. I will either retire in this army at the rapture or die in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/493952125821707185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=493952125821707185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/493952125821707185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/493952125821707185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-soldier-in-army-of-god.html' title='I Am A Soldier In The Army Of God'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-2721670831638161607</id><published>2008-11-16T06:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T16:40:55.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Willing To Come Forth As Gold</title><summary type='text'>I have always felt the need to vindicate myself when I get into a difficult situation.  My whole life I felt I had to defend myself in more ways than one and because of this I am always on the defensive side.  Many times I have it all planned out as to how I am going to clear my name or prove that I am right and I will fight to the very end to ensure that I am not thought ill of.  However, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2721670831638161607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=2721670831638161607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/2721670831638161607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/2721670831638161607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/11/willing-to-come-forth-as-gold.html' title='Willing To Come Forth As Gold'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-7305619053264095008</id><published>2008-06-30T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:08:17.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THE INCOMPARABLE CHRIST</title><summary type='text'>More than nineteen hundred years ago there was a man born contrary to the laws of life.  This man lived in poverty and was reared in obscurity.  He received no formal education and never possessed wealth or widespread influence.He never travelled extensively.  He only once crossed the boundary of the country in which He lived.  But this man’s life has changed the course of history.In infancy He </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7305619053264095008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=7305619053264095008' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/7305619053264095008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/7305619053264095008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/06/incomparable-christ.html' title='THE INCOMPARABLE CHRIST'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-6553493157255410395</id><published>2008-03-28T17:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-28T17:18:43.524-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's True.  I Don't Own A Television.</title><summary type='text'>I took two years but I finally did it.  I got rid of my television.  Why, you ask?  Well for starters, it is full of filth, foul language and sexually suggestive content.  Shall I continue?  Yes, I know it is 2008 and everyone else on the planet has this “great invention” sitting proudly on its own special table in the centre of the family room. In my life, the television became my friend, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6553493157255410395/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=6553493157255410395' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/6553493157255410395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/6553493157255410395'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/03/its-true-i-dont-own-television.html' title='It&apos;s True.  I Don&apos;t Own A Television.'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-4344302879988715265</id><published>2008-01-25T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-25T19:53:51.177-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real World:Christian Oppression</title><summary type='text'>Todays class was very very eye opening for me in terms of who has rights and who doesn't. Who's core beliefs are more important than who's? Well, returning to college after 5 years has certainly made me more aware of how the world truly operates today.In class, we were given case studies and after reading them we were to simply state our thoughts and feelings on the cases presented. The first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/4344302879988715265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=4344302879988715265' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/4344302879988715265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/4344302879988715265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/real-world-christian-oppression.html' title='The Real World:&lt;em&gt;Christian Oppression&lt;/em&gt;'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-2713403165463248575</id><published>2008-01-05T05:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-06T15:46:21.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Year!!</title><summary type='text'>2007 flew by so quickly for me as I was the busiest I had ever been. My business did the best it had done, ever. I travelled every single month except February but made up for that by going out of town 2x in other months. I ran a 2 week summer camp at my church which turned out to be quite successful and was asked to run it again in 2008. The real gift of the year was that the Lord also gave me </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2713403165463248575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=2713403165463248575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/2713403165463248575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/2713403165463248575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-year.html' title='A New Year!!'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-6421721256034806924</id><published>2007-10-29T11:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-29T12:42:08.098-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Norwalks One Day Meeting</title><summary type='text'>On Saturday I met my pastor and a few of our saints in the Norwalk Assembly. Also in attendance; Bro Antoine from Westbury, NY, Bro Remy from Boston, MA, and Bro Ermlieus from Philadelphia, PA along with some of their saints. The greatest surprise was Bro Cesar. We have not seen him in a meeting in a ong time and it was nice to see him doing so well after his recent illness.Bro Moses, pastor of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/6421721256034806924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=6421721256034806924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/6421721256034806924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/6421721256034806924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2007/10/stamford.html' title='Norwalks One Day Meeting'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-7991648193183452870</id><published>2007-10-08T16:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:03:11.852-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THANKSGIVING WEEKEND</title><summary type='text'>We had a beautiful weekend of fellowship in our local assembly this past weekend.  Thanksgiving, overtime has become a day of excused gluttony, rather than a day of remembering our Creator as it was originally intended.We had a few out of town visitors, the spirit of the Lord was rich and I realized just how much I had to be thankful for. Bro Rudy from the Elmont assembly spoke about the process </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/7991648193183452870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=7991648193183452870' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/7991648193183452870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/7991648193183452870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2007/10/thankgiving-weekend.html' title='THANKSGIVING WEEKEND'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-3572496126834731508</id><published>2007-08-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:11:35.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOT YET</title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I ask the question, "My Lord, is this Your will?"It's then I hear You answer me, "My Precious Child...be still."Sometimes I feel frustrated, 'cause I think I know what's best.It's then I hear You say to me, "My Busy Child...just rest."Sometimes I feel so lonely and I think I'd like a mate.Your still small voice gets oh so clear and says, "My Child...please wait.""I know the plans I have</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/3572496126834731508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=3572496126834731508' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/3572496126834731508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/3572496126834731508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/not-yet.html' title='NOT YET'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-2834297258403768369</id><published>2007-08-24T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:10:04.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BAMBOO</title><summary type='text'>Once upon a time, in the heart of the Western Kingdom, lay a beautiful garden. And there, in the cool of the day, the Master of the garden was wont to walk. Of all the denizens of the garden, the most beautiful and most beloved was gracious and noble bamboo. Year after year, bamboo grew yet more noble and gracious, conscious of his Master’s love and watchful delight, but modest and gentle withal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/2834297258403768369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=2834297258403768369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/2834297258403768369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/2834297258403768369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/bamboo.html' title='BAMBOO'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-5836936166679995905</id><published>2007-08-20T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:12:13.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>CHRISTIAN DEDICATION</title><summary type='text'>When I think of words to describe God I think of just, love, kind, faithful and so forth. As I consider this further I think of how my aim as a Christian is to be more like Him. With this in mind, I realize that I have to put more thought into my everyday life for these words to represent me.I don't have ungodly friends. I don't attend ungodly functions. I don't follow the lifestyles and fashions</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/5836936166679995905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=5836936166679995905' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/5836936166679995905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/5836936166679995905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/christian-dedication.html' title='CHRISTIAN DEDICATION'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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-8308518670738748537.post-9204541108773901871</id><published>2007-08-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:13:22.060-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WARREN YOUTH MEETING</title><summary type='text'>I have never left church convention of any kind feeling more rejuvenated, inspired or loved. Philippians 2 vs. 14 &amp; 15 was the foundation of thought over the weekend, and what precious thoughts were provoked by this scripture. I realized so much about myself and my walk with God this weekend that I spent so much of Sundays service in the Warren Youth Meeting wiping away tears of joy and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/feeds/9204541108773901871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8308518670738748537&amp;postID=9204541108773901871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/9204541108773901871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8308518670738748537/posts/default/9204541108773901871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://annie-asparrow.blogspot.com/2007/08/westbury-youth-meeting.html' title='WARREN YOUTH MEETING'/><author><name>Annie</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13429748994528158244</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></feed>
