<?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-6877558685970800668</id><updated>2011-11-27T18:19:54.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith Forwards</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>88</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-3271409200919377956</id><published>2011-03-26T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-26T23:55:09.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Faithfulness?</title><summary type='text'>“Faithfulness means you stick to a commitment after the shine wears  off… Faithfulness means you keep saying no a thousand times if you must  to the temptation of cutting a corner and taking the easy way out…  Faithfulness means you refuse to jump ship even when the waves of  adversity are splashing over the decks of your marriage, your  relationship with your children… or your relationship with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3271409200919377956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=3271409200919377956&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3271409200919377956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3271409200919377956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2011/03/what-is-faithfulness.html' title='What is Faithfulness?'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-VfngoLgQ6oA/TY7DHUZMKtI/AAAAAAAAXlA/FTWBnqcAEOo/s72-c/faithfulness1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2668574484117282957</id><published>2010-08-11T20:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-11T20:08:14.958-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When did it happen?</title><summary type='text'> Saw this on my friend's Facebook, and thought it was worth sharing...

"I'm in line behind a mommy holding her four  yr-old son.  My oldest kids are too big for me to carry now.  It just  dawned on me that there was a last time I picked them up.   I don't know  when. It happened without my knowledge that it would be the last time.  If I'd known, I would've held a little tighter and a little </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2668574484117282957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2668574484117282957&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2668574484117282957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2668574484117282957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/when-did-it-happen.html' title='When did it happen?'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TGNJBk1UJuI/AAAAAAAAVHc/RtgIX_98tR0/s72-c/mom_son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8149120790780239703</id><published>2010-08-10T23:44:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-10T23:49:02.804-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                      ‎"I  pray today that, as you embrace your flaws and imperfections, that you  will remember and know in your deepest knowing that God is the master  artist. You have been touched by his hand—that's what makes you real. It  is his touch that makes you authentic, flaws and all." ―Sandi Patty</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8149120790780239703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8149120790780239703&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8149120790780239703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8149120790780239703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/08/pray-today-that-as-you-embrace-your.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TGIropq3b5I/AAAAAAAAVHM/Ed6KdVt9Ndk/s72-c/artist.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-180056831250817723</id><published>2010-07-21T19:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-21T19:44:28.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>FIVE FINGER PRAYER</title><summary type='text'>1.  Your thumb  is nearest you.  So begin your prayers by praying for those closest to you.  They are the easiest to remember.  To pray for our loved ones is, as C. S. Lewis once said, a 'sweet duty.' 2.  The next finger  is the pointing finger.  Pray for those who teach, instruct and heal.  This includes teachers, doctors, and ministers.  They need support and wisdom in pointing others in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/180056831250817723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=180056831250817723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/180056831250817723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/180056831250817723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/five-finger-prayer.html' title='FIVE FINGER PRAYER'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TEeUCw7kgvI/AAAAAAAAVFI/ttJlhPnZr8Y/s72-c/prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2163682043131751042</id><published>2010-07-20T20:23:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-20T20:39:44.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Barber Shop</title><summary type='text'>A man went to a barbershop to have his hair cut and his beard trimmed. As the barber began to work, they began to have a good conversation.They talked about so many things and various subjects.When they eventually touched on the subject of God, the barber said, 'I don't believe that God exists.''Why do you say that?' asked the customer. 'Well, you just have to go out in the street to realize that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2163682043131751042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2163682043131751042&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2163682043131751042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2163682043131751042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/07/god-doesnt-exist.html' title='Barber Shop'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/TEZPsAluCQI/AAAAAAAAVDo/I9RA_I8_45s/s72-c/bc_barber_c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2802234633933916917</id><published>2010-06-06T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-06T20:59:42.917-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Child's View of Thunderstorms</title><summary type='text'>A little girl walked to and from school daily. Though the weather that morning was questionable and clouds were forming, she made her daily trek to school. As the afternoon progressed, the winds whipped up, along with lightning.The mother of the little girl felt concerned that her daughter would be frightened as she walked home from school. She also feared the electrical storm might harm her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2802234633933916917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2802234633933916917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2802234633933916917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2802234633933916917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/06/childs-view-of-thunderstorms.html' title='A Child&apos;s View of Thunderstorms'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2622781593586051055</id><published>2010-04-22T22:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T22:03:20.595-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Memo from God</title><summary type='text'>     To:                        YOU  Date:                  TODAY  From:                 GOD  Subject:             YOURSELF Reference:         LIFE This is God.  Today I will be  handling All of your problems for you.  I do Not need your help.  So,  have a nice day. I love you. And, remember... If life happens to deliver a  situation to you that you cannot handle, do Not attempt to resolve it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2622781593586051055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2622781593586051055&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2622781593586051055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2622781593586051055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/04/memo-from-god.html' title='Memo from God'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-3801395521556285</id><published>2010-04-22T14:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T14:15:46.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be still, and know that I am God...</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 46:10Be still, and know that I  am God: I will be exalted among the heathen, I will be exalted in the  earth.  The city was roaring with noise. Car horns blasted,  construction noise filled the air, radios blared, people shouted. As the  day wore on, the noise steadily increased. After a while, you adjusted.  It wasn't until you were able to move into a quiet place that you  realized how </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3801395521556285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=3801395521556285&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3801395521556285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3801395521556285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/04/be-still-and-know-that-i-am-god.html' title='Be still, and know that I am God...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/S9Cf3XLipxI/AAAAAAAATbA/lXjrqGmlEfs/s72-c/Psalm_46_10.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7886606367953982661</id><published>2010-01-19T09:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T09:50:02.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burnt Biscuits</title><summary type='text'>When I was a kid, my mom liked to make breakfast food for dinner every now and then. And I remember one night in particular when she had made breakfast after a long, hard day at work. On that evening so long ago, my mom placed a plate of eggs, sausage and extremely burned biscuits in front of my dad. I remember waiting to see if anyone noticed! Yet all my dad did was reach for his biscuit, smile </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7886606367953982661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7886606367953982661&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7886606367953982661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7886606367953982661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/01/burnt-biscuits.html' title='Burnt Biscuits'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8717868964504126456</id><published>2010-01-16T16:42:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T16:46:21.955-05:00</updated><title type='text'>KIDS IN CHURCH</title><summary type='text'>3-year-old, Reese: "Our Father, Who does art in heaven, Harold is His name. Amen."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A little boy was overheard praying: "Lord, if you can't make me a better boy, don't worry about it. I'm having a real good time like I am."~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~A Sunday school class was studying the Ten Commandments. They were ready to discuss the last one. The teacher asked if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8717868964504126456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8717868964504126456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8717868964504126456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8717868964504126456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2010/01/kids-in-church.html' title='KIDS IN CHURCH'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2657315610161848292</id><published>2009-11-11T11:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T12:06:17.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Table Cloth</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful story.... makes you understand that things happen for a reason...The brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in early October excited about their opportunities. When they saw their church, it was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done in time to have their first service </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2657315610161848292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2657315610161848292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2657315610161848292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2657315610161848292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/11/table-cloth.html' title='The Table Cloth'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-284185316640503107</id><published>2009-11-04T14:12:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T14:12:05.911-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cell Phone versus Bible</title><summary type='text'>Ever wonder what would happen if we treated our Bible like we treat  our cell phone?What if we carried  it around in our purses or pockets? What if we flipped  through it several times a day?  What if we turned  back to go get it if we forgot it? What if we used it to receive messages from the text?What if we treated it like we couldn't live without it? What if we gave it to Kids as gifts?What if</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/284185316640503107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=284185316640503107&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/284185316640503107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/284185316640503107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/11/cell-phone-versus-bible.html' title='Cell Phone versus Bible'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8194740539255886536</id><published>2009-11-03T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T11:26:44.319-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> "When Satan is knocking at your door, simply say, "Jesus, could you get that for me?" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8194740539255886536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8194740539255886536&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8194740539255886536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8194740539255886536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/11/satan-is-knocking-at-your-door-simply.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6899940560025880856</id><published>2009-10-19T14:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T14:07:10.272-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God vs. Science</title><summary type='text'>A science professor begins his school year with a lecture to the students, 'Let me explain the problem science has with religion.' The atheist professor of philosophy pauses before his class and then asks one of his new students to stand.  'You're a Christian, aren't you, son?' 'Yes sir,' the student says. 'So you believe in God?' 'Absolutely. '  'Is God good?' 'Sure! God's good.' 'Is God </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6899940560025880856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6899940560025880856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6899940560025880856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6899940560025880856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/10/god-vs-science.html' title='God vs. Science'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6606939310870477981</id><published>2009-09-01T22:13:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T22:13:29.991-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Isaiah 65:24</title><summary type='text'>This is a story written by a doctor who worked in Africa.One night I had worked hard to help a mother in the labor ward; but in spite of all we could do, she died, leaving us with a tiny, premature baby and a crying two-year-old daughter. We would have difficulty keeping the baby alive; as we had no incubator (we had no electricity to run an incubator).  We also had no special feeding facilities.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6606939310870477981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6606939310870477981&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6606939310870477981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6606939310870477981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/09/isaiah-6524.html' title='Isaiah 65:24'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-9118820027652285382</id><published>2009-06-18T22:42:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-18T22:42:16.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Maybe...</title><summary type='text'>Just thought I would pass this on……………1. Maybe . . .we were supposed to meet the wrong people before meeting the right one so that, when we finally meet the right person, we will know how to be grateful for that gift.  2. Maybe . . . when the door of happiness closes, another opens; but, often times, we look so long at the closed door that we don't even see the new one which has been opened for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9118820027652285382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=9118820027652285382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/9118820027652285382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/9118820027652285382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/06/maybe.html' title='Maybe...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2188427028103162634</id><published>2009-04-27T10:05:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T10:05:39.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I pray you enough...</title><summary type='text'>Recently, I overheard a mother and daughter in their last moments together at the airport. They had announced the departure. Standing near the security gate, they hugged, and the mother said, 'I love you, and I pray you enough.'  The daughter replied, 'Mom, our life together has been more than enough. Your love is all I ever needed. I pray you enough, too, Mom.' They kissed, and the daughter left</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2188427028103162634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2188427028103162634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2188427028103162634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2188427028103162634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/04/i-pray-you-enough.html' title='I pray you enough...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-4942520505850478502</id><published>2009-03-19T23:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T23:57:38.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Say..."I am a Christian"</title><summary type='text'>When I say..."I am a Christian"I'm not shouting "I am saved" I'm whispering "I was lost"That is why I chose this way. When I say..."I am a Christian" I don't speak of this with pride.I'm confessing that I stumble And need someone to be my guide. When I say..."I am a Christian"I'm not trying to be strong. I'm professing that I'm weakAnd pray for strength to carry on. When I say..."I am a Christian</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4942520505850478502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=4942520505850478502&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4942520505850478502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4942520505850478502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/03/when-i-sayi-am-christian.html' title='When I Say...&quot;I am a Christian&quot;'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-766850632281466116</id><published>2009-03-12T13:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-12T13:26:23.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wisdom in Hot Chocolate</title><summary type='text'>A group of graduates, well established in their careers, were talking at a reunion and decided to go visit their old university professor, now retired.During their visit, the conversation turned to complaints about stress in their work and lives.Offering his guests hot chocolate, the professor went into the kitchen and returned with a large pot and an assortment of cups - porcelain, glass, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/766850632281466116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=766850632281466116&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/766850632281466116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/766850632281466116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/03/wisdom-in-hot-chocolate.html' title='The Wisdom in Hot Chocolate'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SblTqKuNC4I/AAAAAAAAKAo/YnHBDz0oFVw/s72-c/hot-chocolate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-4558035654341957579</id><published>2009-02-09T01:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T01:29:13.131-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christian</title><summary type='text'>Several years ago, a preacher from out-of-state accepted a call to a church in Houston, Texas.  Some weeks after he arrived, he had an occasion to ride the bus from his home to the downtown area. When he sat down, he discovered that the driver had accidentally given him a quarter too much change. As he considered what to do, he thought to himself, 'You'd better give the quarter back. It would be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4558035654341957579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=4558035654341957579&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4558035654341957579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4558035654341957579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/02/christian.html' title='A Christian'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7814235869875291500</id><published>2009-02-04T09:45:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-04T09:45:36.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Window</title><summary type='text'>A young couple moves into a new neighborhood. The next morning while they are eating breakfast, the young woman sees her neighbor hanging the wash outside. "That laundry is not very clean", she said.  "She doesn't know how to wash correctly.  Perhaps she needs better laundry soap." Her husband looked on, but remained silent. Every time her neighbor would hang her wash to dry,  the young woman </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7814235869875291500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7814235869875291500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7814235869875291500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7814235869875291500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2009/02/window.html' title='The Window'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7791972718519430783</id><published>2008-10-26T15:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T15:51:20.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Faith Jewelry - 25% Off for a LIMITED time!</title><summary type='text'>Just a quick note to let you know that I'm running a   &gt;&gt;&gt;   25% OFF SPECIAL  &lt;&lt;&lt;    on my already low prices on ALL jewelry located on my Christian Faith Jewelry website.   Take a look at: http://www.ChristianFaithJewelry.com   Now would be a great time to buy some of those early Christmas presents!   Thanks and God Bless! Robbin P.S.  Don't see what you're looking for?  Take a look at the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7791972718519430783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7791972718519430783&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7791972718519430783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7791972718519430783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/christian-faith-jewelry-25-off-for.html' title='Christian Faith Jewelry - 25% Off for a LIMITED time!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1402663379220766293</id><published>2008-10-21T07:33:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T07:33:39.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Little Penny In The Parking Lot</title><summary type='text'>I found a penny today Laying on the ground. But it's not just a penny, This little coin I've found.  Found pennies come from heaven,   that's what my Grandpa told me. He said Angels toss them down. Oh, how I loved that story.  He said when an Angel misses you, They toss a penny down; Sometimes just to cheer you up, To make a smile out of your frown.    So,  don't pass by that penny When you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1402663379220766293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1402663379220766293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1402663379220766293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1402663379220766293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/10/that-little-penny-in-parking-lot.html' title='That Little Penny In The Parking Lot'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2430287878528453978</id><published>2008-09-17T14:53:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T14:53:45.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Explanation of God</title><summary type='text'>EXPLANATION OF GOD:This was written by an 8-year-old named Danny Dutton, who lives in Chula Vista, CA. He wrote it for his third grade homework assignment, to 'explain God.' I wonder if any of us could have done as well? 'One of God's main jobs is making people. He makes them to replace the ones that die, so there will be enough people to take care of things on earth. He doesn't make grownups, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2430287878528453978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2430287878528453978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2430287878528453978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2430287878528453978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/09/explanation-of-god.html' title='Explanation of God'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7605601913143483002</id><published>2008-09-11T08:46:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T08:50:08.294-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet Me in the Stairwell</title><summary type='text'> You say you will never forget where you were whenyou heard the news On September 11, 2001.Neither will I.I was on the 110th floor in a smoke filled roomwith a man who call ed his wife to say 'Good-Bye.' Iheld his fingers steady as he dialed. I gave him the peace to say, 'Honey, I am not going to make it, but itis OK.. I am ready to go.'I was with his wife when he called as she fedbreakfast to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7605601913143483002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7605601913143483002&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7605601913143483002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7605601913143483002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/09/meet-me-in-stairwell.html' title='Meet Me in the Stairwell'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-432136259223426129</id><published>2008-08-01T10:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T10:40:22.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I am a KEPT woman!</title><summary type='text'>You see, there were a few times when I thought I would lose my mind, but GOD KEPT me sane.(Isa. 26:3)There were times when I thought I could go no longer, but the LORD KEPT me moving.(Gen 28:15)At times, I've wanted to lash out at those whom I felt had done me wrong, but the LORD KEPTmy mouth shut.(Psa. 13)Sometimes, I think the money just isn't enough, but GOD has helped me to KEEP the lights on</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/432136259223426129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=432136259223426129&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/432136259223426129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/432136259223426129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-am-kept-woman.html' title='I am a KEPT woman!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6320194369436887479</id><published>2008-07-10T21:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T21:54:05.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death</title><summary type='text'> What a wonderful way to explain it!A sick man turned to his doctor, as he was preparing to leave the examination room and said,  'Doctor, I am afraid to die, tell me what lies on the other side.'Very quietly, the doctor said, 'I don't know.' 'You don't know?  You, a Christian man, do not know what is on the other side?' The doctor was holding the handle of the door; on the other side came a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6320194369436887479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6320194369436887479&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6320194369436887479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6320194369436887479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/07/death.html' title='Death'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5652346606150813709</id><published>2008-05-27T07:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-27T07:51:38.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls In My Circle</title><summary type='text'>When I was little,I used to believe in the concept of one best friend, And then I started to become a woman.And then I found out that if you allow your heart to open up, God would show you the best in many friends.One friend is needed when you're going through things with your man. Another friend is needed when you're going through things with your mom.Another will sit beside you in the bleachers</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5652346606150813709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5652346606150813709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5652346606150813709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5652346606150813709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/girls-in-my-circle.html' title='Girls In My Circle'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6106185116736839849</id><published>2008-05-19T10:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T10:59:47.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You are the instrument, let God play the song."                                                             ~ Jeannie Gilbert</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6106185116736839849/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6106185116736839849&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6106185116736839849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6106185116736839849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/you-are-instrument-let-god-play-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8473671154739799017</id><published>2008-05-13T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T21:42:49.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ways to Reduce Stress</title><summary type='text'>An Angel says, 'Never borrow from the future. If you worry about what may happen tomorrow and it doesn't happen, you have worried in vain. Even if it does happen, you have to worry  twice.'Ways to Reduce Stress...   1.  Pray   2.  Go to bed on time.   3.  Get up on time so you can start the day unrushed.   4.  Say No to projects that won't fit into your time schedule, or that will compromise your</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8473671154739799017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8473671154739799017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8473671154739799017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8473671154739799017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/05/ways-to-reduce-stress.html' title='Ways to Reduce Stress'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-3845961544700768458</id><published>2008-04-28T07:59:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:15:04.967-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Thought I Wasn't Looking</title><summary type='text'>A message every adult should read because children are watching you and doing as you do, not as you say. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you hang my first painting on the refrigerator, and I immediately wanted to paint another one. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you feed a stray cat, and I learned that it was good to be kind to animals. When you thought I wasn't looking I saw you</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3845961544700768458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=3845961544700768458&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3845961544700768458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3845961544700768458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/when-you-thought-i-wasnt-looking.html' title='When You Thought I Wasn&apos;t Looking'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1806034995423844149</id><published>2008-04-18T13:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-18T14:07:13.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's your number?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1806034995423844149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1806034995423844149&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1806034995423844149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1806034995423844149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/1m4jccom-affiliate-program-for.html' title='What&apos;s your number?'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8402050050305168837</id><published>2008-04-08T09:27:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T09:31:32.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Malachi 3:3</title><summary type='text'>Malachi 3:3 says; 'He will sit as a refiner and purifier of silver.'This verse puzzled some women in a bible study and they wondered what this statement meant about the character and nature of God.One of the women offered to find out the process of refining silver and get back to the group at their next Bible Study.That week, the woman called a silversmith and made an appointment to watch him at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8402050050305168837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8402050050305168837&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8402050050305168837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8402050050305168837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/malachi-33.html' title='Malachi 3:3'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8162102846856699155</id><published>2008-04-07T21:18:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:18:54.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Focus on YOU!</title><summary type='text'>Never think or speak negatively about yourself; that puts you in disagreement with God.Meditate on your God-given strengths and learn to encourage yourself, for much of the time nobody else will.  Don't compare yourself to anybody else. You're unique, one of a kind, an original. So don't settle for being a copy.Focus on your potential, not your limitations. Remember, God lives in you!  Find what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8162102846856699155/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8162102846856699155&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8162102846856699155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8162102846856699155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/04/focus-on-you.html' title='Focus on YOU!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1468919680796960909</id><published>2008-03-15T23:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:36:53.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Are You, Lord?</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1468919680796960909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1468919680796960909&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1468919680796960909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1468919680796960909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/03/who-are-you-lord.html' title='Who Are You, Lord?'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/R9ypUUTwSeI/AAAAAAAACHM/Rhf5Pl8soKM/s72-c/whoami.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1712093980714488002</id><published>2008-01-07T00:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-07T00:19:27.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Deepest Fear</title><summary type='text'>Our deepest fear is not that we are inadequate. Our deepest fear is that we are powerful beyond measure. It is our light, not our darkness, that most frightens us.We ask ourselves, who am I to be brilliant, gorgeous, talented, famous? Actually, who are you not to be?You are a child of God. Your playing small doesn't serve the world. There's nothing enlightened about shrinking so that other people</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1712093980714488002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1712093980714488002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1712093980714488002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1712093980714488002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2008/01/our-deepest-fear.html' title='Our Deepest Fear'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6230591950731432636</id><published>2007-12-29T11:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:48:59.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>John 3:16</title><summary type='text'>In the city of Chicago, one cold, dark night, a  blizzard was setting in. A little boy was selling newspapers on the corner. The  people were in and out of the cold. The little boy was so cold that he wasn't  trying to sell many papers.   He walked up to a policeman and  said:   "Mister, you wouldn't happen to know where a poor  boy could find a warm place to sleep tonight would you? You see, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6230591950731432636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6230591950731432636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6230591950731432636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6230591950731432636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/12/john-316.html' title='John 3:16'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7712813821074569978</id><published>2007-12-29T11:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:25:33.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Room</title><summary type='text'>17-year-old Brian Moore had only a short time to write something for a class. The subject was what Heaven was like. "I wowed 'em," he later told his father, Bruce. "It's a killer. It's the bomb. It's the best thing I ever wrote.." It also was the last. Brian's parents had forgotten about the essay when a cousin found it while cleaning out the teenager's locker at Teary Valley High School . Brian </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7712813821074569978/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7712813821074569978&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7712813821074569978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7712813821074569978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/12/room.html' title='The Room'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-3949685020189544744</id><published>2007-12-27T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T23:47:41.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3949685020189544744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=3949685020189544744&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3949685020189544744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3949685020189544744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/12/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8488824553329307002</id><published>2007-12-27T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-27T22:29:06.629-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We  are not necessarily doubting that God will do the best for us; we are wondering  how painful the best will turn out to be. - C.S. Lewis, Letters of C.S.  Lewis</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8488824553329307002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8488824553329307002&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8488824553329307002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8488824553329307002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/12/we-are-not-necessarily-doubting-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7070146767435935293</id><published>2007-12-07T09:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-07T09:32:55.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Soldier's Christmas</title><summary type='text'>The embers glowed softly, and in their dim light,I gazed round the room and I cherished the sight.My wife was asleep, her head on my chest,My daughter beside me, angelic in rest.  Outside the snow fell, a blanket of white,Transforming the yard to a winter delight.The sparkling lights in the tree I believe,Completed the magic that was Christmas Eve.  My eyelids were heavy, my breathing was deep,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7070146767435935293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7070146767435935293&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7070146767435935293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7070146767435935293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/12/soldiers-christmas.html' title='A Soldier&apos;s Christmas'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6730063911180423409</id><published>2007-12-06T10:07:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-06T10:07:57.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Story of Two Wolves</title><summary type='text'>One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside people.He said, "My son, the battle is between two "wolves" inside us all...   One is Evil.  It is anger, envy, jealousy,  sorrow, regret, greed, arrogance,  self-pity, guilt,  resentment, inferiority, lies, false pride,  superiority, and ego.    The other is Good.     It is joy, peace,  love, hope, serenity, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6730063911180423409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6730063911180423409&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6730063911180423409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6730063911180423409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/12/story-of-two-wolves.html' title='A Story of Two Wolves'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8297188963787527205</id><published>2007-11-29T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-29T21:29:05.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Invisible Woman</title><summary type='text'>It started to  happen gradually. One day I was walking my son Jake to   school. I was holding his hand and we were about to cross the  street when the crossing guard said to him, "Who is that with you, young  fella?""Nobody," he shrugged. Nobody? The crossing guard and I laughed.  My son is  only 5, but as we crossed the street I thought, "Oh  my goodness, nobody?"I would walk into a room and no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8297188963787527205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8297188963787527205&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8297188963787527205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8297188963787527205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/11/invisible-woman.html' title='The Invisible Woman'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-4657975628681357381</id><published>2007-11-21T01:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-21T01:29:29.145-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Day Prayer</title><summary type='text'>With our hearts filled with gratitude and  joy,We thank You, Oh Lord,For bestowing us with cherished friends and  family,For our health and prosperity,For the majestic beauty found in  nature,For Your mercy and forgiveness,And, above all, for  bringingYour Word of salvation into our lives.For these things we are  truly thankful. Amen</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4657975628681357381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=4657975628681357381&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4657975628681357381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4657975628681357381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/11/thanksgiving-day-prayer.html' title='Thanksgiving Day Prayer'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5744252391300841483</id><published>2007-09-22T09:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-22T09:29:15.729-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Why Me God?"</title><summary type='text'>...and you question God -"Why me?"... always look at the bigger picture.... A day without the Lord- Is a day wasted. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5744252391300841483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5744252391300841483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5744252391300841483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5744252391300841483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/09/why-me-god.html' title='&quot;Why Me God?&quot;'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5691882508275656531</id><published>2007-09-04T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-04T08:50:53.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beautiful Story</title><summary type='text'>Beautiful story.... makes you understand that  things happen for a a reason...   T he brand new pastor and his wife, newly assigned  to their first ministry, to reopen a church in suburban Brooklyn , arrived in  early October excited about their opportunities When they saw their church, it  was very run down and needed much work. They set a goal to have everything done  in time to have their </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5691882508275656531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5691882508275656531&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5691882508275656531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5691882508275656531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/09/beautiful-story.html' title='Beautiful Story'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2241285514259496062</id><published>2007-08-27T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-27T15:34:42.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Drawings</title><summary type='text'>Here are a couple of ACEOs I drew recently.  ACEO stands for Art Cards Editions and Originals.  They are small (2-1/2 x 3-1/2" ) works of art - the size of a trading card. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2241285514259496062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2241285514259496062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2241285514259496062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2241285514259496062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/08/drawings.html' title='Drawings'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2545372693559597124</id><published>2007-08-26T11:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-26T11:50:54.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Poem</title><summary type='text'>I knelt to pray but not  for long,I had too much to do.I had to hurry and get to workFor  bills would soon be due.So I knelt and said a hurried prayer,And jumped  up off my knees.My Christian duty was now doneMy soul could rest at  ease.....All day long I had no timeTo spread a word of cheerNo time  to speak of Christ to friends,They'd laugh at me I'd fear.No time, no  time, too much to do,That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2545372693559597124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2545372693559597124&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2545372693559597124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2545372693559597124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/08/poem.html' title='The Poem'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2502207393904674240</id><published>2007-08-07T23:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T23:23:34.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sponges</title><summary type='text'>There are five sponges laying on your kitchen counter. Each member of your family has been cleaning up different areas of your home, but all the sponges look the same. You are curious as to what was cleaned, but you can't tell by looking. They all look the same. So, what do you do? As you squeeze the first sponge you see that cola comes out, and you decide that someone cleaned the kitchen with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2502207393904674240/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2502207393904674240&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2502207393904674240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2502207393904674240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/08/sponges.html' title='Sponges'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2050263291422498555</id><published>2007-08-07T15:51:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T15:51:35.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Man Tours Heaven &amp; Hell</title><summary type='text'>A holy man was having a conversation with  the Lord one day and said, "Lord, I would like to know what Heaven and Hell  are like."The Lord led the holy man to two doors. He opened one of the  doors and the holy man looked in. In the middle of the room  was a large round table. In the middle of the table was a large pot of  stew which smelled delicious and made the holy man's mouth  water.The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2050263291422498555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2050263291422498555&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2050263291422498555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2050263291422498555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/08/holy-man-tours-heaven-hell.html' title='Holy Man Tours Heaven &amp; Hell'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6534888182795322746</id><published>2007-07-10T09:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-10T09:44:11.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cab Ride</title><summary type='text'>Twenty years ago, I drove a cab for a living. When I  arrived at 2:30 a.m. , the building was dark except for a single light in a  ground floor window. Under these circumstances, many drivers would just honk  once or twice, wait a minute, and then drive away.    But I had seen too many impoverished people who depended  on taxis as their only means of transportation. Unless a situation smelled of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6534888182795322746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6534888182795322746&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6534888182795322746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6534888182795322746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/07/cab-ride.html' title='The Cab Ride'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-184650200756732827</id><published>2007-06-18T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-18T23:25:35.442-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee</title><summary type='text'>When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 Hours in a day is not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar and 2 cups of coffee.A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him.  When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a very large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls.He then asked the students if the jar was full</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/184650200756732827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=184650200756732827&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/184650200756732827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/184650200756732827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/06/mayonnaise-jar-and-2-cups-of-coffee.html' title='The Mayonnaise Jar and 2 Cups of Coffee'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1344264554562125557</id><published>2007-06-16T09:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-16T09:37:34.318-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God and the Spider</title><summary type='text'>During World War II, a US marine was separated from  his unit on a Pacific island. The fighting had been intense, and in the smoke  andthe crossfire he had lost touch with his comrades.   Alone in the jungle, he could hear enemy soldiers coming in his direction.  Scrambling for cover, he found his way up a high ridge to several small caves in  the rock. Quickly he crawled inside one of the caves.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1344264554562125557/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1344264554562125557&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1344264554562125557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1344264554562125557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/06/god-and-spider.html' title='God and the Spider'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6627940808896273460</id><published>2007-06-08T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-08T03:35:44.329-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Principles For Living</title><summary type='text'>God knew the  specific purpose you were born to fulfill, so He provided All the gifts you'd  need, including the environment required to put it all together.  Then He looked at you and said, "Very  good."  Can you say that  too?  It's important that you  can.  Why?  Because others will treat you according to how  you treat yourself!  This is not  pride, it's just healthy self-esteem based on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6627940808896273460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6627940808896273460&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6627940808896273460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6627940808896273460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/06/10-principles-for-living.html' title='10 Principles For Living'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-4950255543356527420</id><published>2007-05-23T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-23T09:28:59.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE ANT AND THE CONTACT LENS</title><summary type='text'>A true story by Josh and Karen ZarandonaBrenda was a young woman who was invited to go rock climbing. Although she was very scared, she went with her group to a tremendous granite cliff. In spite of her fear, she put on the gear, took a hold of the rope, and started up the face of that rock.She got to a ledge where she could take a breather. As she was hanging on there, the safety rope snapped </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4950255543356527420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=4950255543356527420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4950255543356527420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4950255543356527420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/05/ant-and-contact-lens.html' title='THE ANT AND THE CONTACT LENS'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-604244917624116355</id><published>2007-05-08T10:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T10:54:28.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When Your Hut is On Fire</title><summary type='text'>The only survivor of a shipwreck was washed up on a  small, uninhabited   island. He prayed feverishly for God to rescue him.   Every day he scanned the horizon for help, but none seemed forthcoming. Exhausted, he eventually managed to build a little hut out of driftwood to protect him from the elements and store his few possessions.  One day, after scavenging for food, he arrived home to find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/604244917624116355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=604244917624116355&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/604244917624116355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/604244917624116355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/05/when-your-hut-is-on-fire.html' title='When Your Hut is On Fire'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5321422581988734763</id><published>2007-04-24T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T09:05:31.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  "God determines who walks into your  life....it's up to you to decide who you let walk away, who you let stay, and  who you refuse to let go."    </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5321422581988734763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5321422581988734763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-determines-who-walks-into-your-life.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5262305200857011375</id><published>2007-04-23T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:16:38.939-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Our children are the only earthly possessions we can take with us to Glory."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5262305200857011375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5262305200857011375&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5262305200857011375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5262305200857011375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/our-children-are-only-earthly.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-3823729293431718687</id><published>2007-04-20T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:36:54.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is Faithful</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 9:12-17</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/3823729293431718687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=3823729293431718687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3823729293431718687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/3823729293431718687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/god-is-faithful.html' title='God is Faithful'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/RimYaXrpFdI/AAAAAAAAARw/_1XNmLuslTo/s72-c/rainbow.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5695282530794861397</id><published>2007-04-13T10:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T10:23:27.124-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions</title><summary type='text'>Lord I ask more questions Than You ask. The ratio, I would suppose, Is ten to one.  I ask: Why do You permit this anguish? How long can I endure it? What possible purpose does it serve?  Have You forgotten to be gracious? Have I wearied You? Have I offended You? Have You cast me off? Where did I miss Your guidance?  When did I lose the way? Do You see my utter despair? You ask: Are you Trusting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5695282530794861397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5695282530794861397&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5695282530794861397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5695282530794861397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/questions.html' title='Questions'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1823816418932871561</id><published>2007-04-12T09:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T09:40:20.469-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It is far better to forgive and forget than resent and remember. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1823816418932871561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1823816418932871561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1823816418932871561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1823816418932871561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/it-is-far-better-to-forgive-and-forget.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-4173456948014548642</id><published>2007-04-12T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T00:41:30.982-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We come before God humbled, grateful, fearful,  wounded and in need of healing, a tangled ball of emotions knowing that God’s  “power at work in us can do far more than we dare ask or imagine ” (Ephesians  3:20b,21, CEV).</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4173456948014548642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=4173456948014548642&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4173456948014548642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4173456948014548642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/we-come-before-god-humbled-grateful.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5463956380724289751</id><published>2007-04-11T22:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T23:00:40.904-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Church Bulletins</title><summary type='text'>Thank God for church ladies with  typewriters.  These sentences actually appeared in church bulletins or were  announced at church services:    The Fasting &amp; Prayer Conference includes    meals.   The sermon this morning: "Jesus Walks on the    Water."  The sermon tonight: "Searching for Jesus."    Our youth basketball team is back in action    Wednesday at 8 PM in the recreation hall. Come out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5463956380724289751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5463956380724289751&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5463956380724289751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5463956380724289751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/church-bulletins.html' title='Church Bulletins'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-1572285597332352463</id><published>2007-04-01T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-01T22:45:35.702-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dash</title><summary type='text'>  I read of a man who stood to speak  At the funeral of a friend.  He referred to the dates on her tombstone  From the beginning to the end.     He noted that first came the date of her birth  And spoke of the following date with tears,  But he said what mattered most of all  Was the dash between those years.     For that dash represents all the time  That she spent alive on earth  And now only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/1572285597332352463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=1572285597332352463&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1572285597332352463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/1572285597332352463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/04/dash.html' title='The Dash'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2429484123161634804</id><published>2007-03-30T15:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T15:11:33.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  "Stop telling God how big your storm is.  Instead, tell the storm how big your God is!"    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2429484123161634804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2429484123161634804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2429484123161634804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2429484123161634804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/telling-god-how-big-your-storm-is.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8643594444739481229</id><published>2007-03-30T13:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-30T13:22:59.688-05:00</updated><title type='text'>JUST PUSH</title><summary type='text'>  A man was sleeping one night in his cabin when suddenly his room filled with light, and God appeared. The Lord told the man he had work for him to do, and showed him a large rock in front of his cabin.  The Lord explained that the man was to push against the rock with all his might.   So, this the man did, day after day.  For many years he toiled from sunup to sundown, his shoulders set </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8643594444739481229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8643594444739481229&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8643594444739481229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8643594444739481229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/just-push.html' title='JUST PUSH'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-4252354694602818342</id><published>2007-03-26T23:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-26T23:25:11.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>True friends are an expression of God's love in our lives. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/4252354694602818342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=4252354694602818342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4252354694602818342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/4252354694602818342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/true-friends-are-expression-of-god-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6844522751217179256</id><published>2007-03-25T19:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:36:54.435-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God in Nature</title><summary type='text'>I went for a walk in the woods with my son and my sister a couple of days ago and we came upon this uprooted tree.    Immediately we noticed the cross in the middle and it reminded us that wherever we are, God is with us.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6844522751217179256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6844522751217179256&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6844522751217179256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6844522751217179256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/god-in-nature.html' title='God in Nature'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/RgcTUw0ZkWI/AAAAAAAAALU/yLGAKvrBUGE/s72-c/tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8101270490981891533</id><published>2007-03-20T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T14:09:55.545-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  “When you are down to nothing ... God is up to something.”           </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8101270490981891533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8101270490981891533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/you-are-down-to-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6286117994056482716</id><published>2007-03-19T09:54:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T09:54:22.521-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyone Can't be in Your Front Row</title><summary type='text'>Life is like a theater, so invite your audiences carefully. Not everyone is holy enough and healthy enough to have a FRONT ROW seat in our lives. There are some people in your life that need to be loved from a distance. It's amazing what you can accomplish when you let go, or at least minimize your time with draining, negative, incompatible, not-going-anywhere relationships, friendships, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6286117994056482716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6286117994056482716&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6286117994056482716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6286117994056482716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/everyone-cant-be-in-your-front-row.html' title='Everyone Can&apos;t be in Your Front Row'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5669486569522217227</id><published>2007-03-19T00:59:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T00:59:02.781-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saying Grace in a Restaurant</title><summary type='text'>Last week, I  took my children to a restaurant. My Six-year-old  son asked if he could say grace. As we Bowed our  heads he said, "God is good, God is great.  Thank you for  the food, and I would even thank you More if Mom  gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty And justice  for all!   Amen!"   Along with the  laughter from the other customers Nearby, I  heard a woman remark, "That's what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5669486569522217227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5669486569522217227&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5669486569522217227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5669486569522217227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/saying-grace-in-restaurant.html' title='Saying Grace in a Restaurant'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6640476582218004052</id><published>2007-03-12T17:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T17:19:57.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><summary type='text'>After a hardy rainstorm filled all the potholes in the streets and alleys,a young mother watched her two little boys playing in the puddle through her kitchen window.The older of the two, a five-year-old lad, grabbed his sibling by the back of his head and shoved his face into the water hole.  As the boy recovered and stood laughing and dripping, the mother runs to the yard in a panic. "Why on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6640476582218004052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6640476582218004052&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6640476582218004052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6640476582218004052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6205089418171448644</id><published>2007-03-12T10:56:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-12T10:56:37.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you know your HYMNS?</title><summary type='text'> Do you know your HYMNS?Dentist's Hymn...........Crown Him with Many Crowns Weatherman's Hymn...There Shall Be Showers of BlessingsContractor's Hymn.........The Church's One Foundation  The Tailor's Hymn................Holy, Holy, HolyThe Golfer's Hymn.........There's a Green Hill Far AwayThe Politician's Hymn..........Standing on the PromisesOptometrist's Hymn.......Open My Eyes That I Might See</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6205089418171448644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6205089418171448644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6205089418171448644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6205089418171448644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/do-you-know-your-hymns.html' title='Do you know your HYMNS?'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6678483246588179550</id><published>2007-03-09T08:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T12:41:21.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      I am a little pencil in the hand of a writing God who is sending a love letter to the world. ~ Mother Teresa</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6678483246588179550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6678483246588179550&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6678483246588179550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6678483246588179550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/03/i-am-little-pencil-in-hand-of-writing.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8401288902250801558</id><published>2007-02-22T22:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T22:36:23.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Note from my son...</title><summary type='text'>This morning, I woke up and my 8 year old son handed me a letter and this is what it said...     Dear Mom,    I Love you and dad but I Love God most    and let God be with you on this nice day    and reameber with God nothing is't posbol.    Love,   JT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8401288902250801558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8401288902250801558&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8401288902250801558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8401288902250801558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/this-morning-i-woke-up-and-my-8-year.html' title='Note from my son...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-2059146944458916521</id><published>2007-02-21T16:46:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-21T16:46:23.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Sisters In Christ</title><summary type='text'> Dear Sisters in Christ, THIS SAYS IT ALL: Time passes. Life happens. Distance separates. Children grow up. Jobs come and go. Love waxes and wanes. Men don't do what they're supposed to do. Hearts break. Parents die. Colleagues forget favors. Careers end. BUT... Sisters are there, no matter how much time and how many miles are between you. A girl friend is never farther away than needing her can </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/2059146944458916521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=2059146944458916521&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2059146944458916521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/2059146944458916521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/dear-sisters-in-christ.html' title='Dear Sisters In Christ'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5758632429032796545</id><published>2007-02-16T02:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-16T02:56:44.937-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 Principles</title><summary type='text'>1.       Never think or speak negatively about yourself; that puts you in disagreement with God.   2.       Meditate on your God-given strengths and learn to encourage yourself, for much of the time nobody else will.   3.       Don't compare yourself to anybody else. You're unique, one of a kind, an original. So don't settle for being a copy.  4.       Focus on your potential, not your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5758632429032796545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5758632429032796545&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5758632429032796545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5758632429032796545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/be-encouraged.html' title='10 Principles'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6932160281738589243</id><published>2007-02-14T01:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-14T01:15:17.581-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines Day!</title><summary type='text'>   </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6932160281738589243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6932160281738589243&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6932160281738589243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6932160281738589243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/happy-valentines-day.html' title='Happy Valentines Day!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6911877695397828292</id><published>2007-02-13T10:27:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T16:23:07.452-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Angel at the P.O...</title><summary type='text'>   Our dog, Abbey, died Aug. 23, and the day after Abbey died, my 4 year old, Meredith, was SO upset.  She wanted to write a letter to God sothat God would recognize Abbey in heaven.  She told me what to write, and I did.  Then she put 2 pictures of Abbey in the envelope.  We addressed it to God in Heaven, put two stamps on it (because, as she said, it could be a long way to heaven.) We put our </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6911877695397828292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6911877695397828292&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6911877695397828292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6911877695397828292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/angel-at-po.html' title='Angel at the P.O...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6759003294955409952</id><published>2007-02-12T22:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-12T22:35:52.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ice Cream is good for the Soul...</title><summary type='text'> Last week, I took my children to a restaurant. My six-year-old son asked if he could say grace. As we bowed our heads he said, "God is good, God is great.   Thank you for the food, and I would even thank you more if Mom gets us ice cream for dessert. And Liberty and justice for all!   Amen!"      Along with the laughter from the other customers nearby, I heard a woman remark, "That's what's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6759003294955409952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6759003294955409952&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6759003294955409952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6759003294955409952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/ice-cream-is-good-for-soul.html' title='Ice Cream is good for the Soul...'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-9002547433077320540</id><published>2007-02-09T08:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:41:01.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Duck &amp; the Devil</title><summary type='text'>There was a little boy visiting his grandparents on their farm.  He was given a slingshot to play with out in the woods. He practiced in the  woods; but he could never hit the target.  Getting a little discouraged, he headed back for dinner.  As he was walking back he saw Grandma's pet duck.Just out of impulse, he let the slingshot fly, hit the duck square in  the head and killed it.  He was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/9002547433077320540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=9002547433077320540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/9002547433077320540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/9002547433077320540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/duck-devil.html' title='The Duck &amp; the Devil'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5292535295094275640</id><published>2007-02-05T09:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T09:41:01.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Priceless!</title><summary type='text'> A man was being tailgated by a stressed out woman on a busy boulevard. Suddenly, the light turned yellow, just in front of him.  He did the right thing, stopping at the crosswalk, even though he could have beaten the red light by accelerating through the intersection.  The tailgating woman was furious and honked her horn, screaming in frustration as she missed her chance to get through the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5292535295094275640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5292535295094275640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5292535295094275640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5292535295094275640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/priceless.html' title='Priceless!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-6409347310919188806</id><published>2007-02-05T00:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T00:22:02.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"While I know myself as a creation of God, I am also obligated to realize and remember that everyone else and everything else are also God's creation." ~ Maya Angelou </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/6409347310919188806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=6409347310919188806&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6409347310919188806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/6409347310919188806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/i-know-myself-as-creation-of-god-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-7540749262063349429</id><published>2007-02-04T01:00:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-04T01:16:19.684-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Walking with God we hope for, pray for and expect the best of times.   However, walking with God we stand prepared, by His grace, to endure with courage, patience and calmness the worst of times." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/7540749262063349429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=7540749262063349429&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7540749262063349429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/7540749262063349429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/with-god-we-hope-for-pray-for-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-832974270780588306</id><published>2007-02-03T00:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T00:37:53.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Akiane Kramarik - Spiritual Young Artist - Video</title><summary type='text'> </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/832974270780588306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=832974270780588306&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/832974270780588306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/832974270780588306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/02/akiane-kramarik-spiritual-young-artist.html' title='Akiane Kramarik - Spiritual Young Artist - Video'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-5524952514819074128</id><published>2007-01-31T01:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:36:54.734-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Akiane - An Amazing Child of God</title><summary type='text'>This little girl is blessed by God with talent beyond measure!The Prince of Peace, Age 8© Copyright Akiane KramarikTake a look at her website!http://www.artakiane.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/5524952514819074128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=5524952514819074128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5524952514819074128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/5524952514819074128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/akiane-amazing-child-of-god.html' title='Akiane - An Amazing Child of God'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/RcA8WENYjjI/AAAAAAAAAAY/-P-1KVO-Cdg/s72-c/prince.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-8118871718807673944</id><published>2007-01-29T22:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T18:36:54.907-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God Bless You!</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/feeds/8118871718807673944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6877558685970800668&amp;postID=8118871718807673944&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8118871718807673944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6877558685970800668/posts/default/8118871718807673944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://faithforwards.blogspot.com/2007/01/god-bless-you.html' title='God Bless You!'/><author><name>Robbin K. Tungett</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13275840487965244137</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='22' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/SCfN_S3ItQI/AAAAAAAACr8/2526TWLMD_s/S220/robbin08.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_XoQAYN1SFlg/Rb7CnkNYjiI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Hf02G8pQvSM/s72-c/bless.gif.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6877558685970800668.post-3087549968612636668</id><published>2007-01-29T22:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-29T22:55:47.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books of the Bible Brain Teaser</title><summary type='text'>There are names of 16 books of the Bible mentioned in the paragraph below. See how many you can find.   I’ve highlighted one – LUKE. I once made a remark about the hidden books of the Bible. It was a lulu; kept people looking so hard for facts...and for others it was a revelation. Some were in a jam, especially since the names of the books were not capitalized. 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