<?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-32302496</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:04:48.907-08:00</updated><category term='christmas'/><category term='advent'/><title type='text'>Aunt Tea's Cup- An Encouraging Word</title><subtitle type='html'>Psalms 16:5
LORD, you alone are my inheritance, my cup of blessing. You guard all that is mine.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>22</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-3076753112297832615</id><published>2011-11-01T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T11:08:24.764-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Unplugging Your Playlist</title><summary type='text'>




Often, when a song pops into my head, I don't yet clearly see why it's the song for the moment. Then, as I sing it through, and the lines unfold, I get it. It is that reminder, that reinforcement, that perspective... that I need at that very time.  Sometimes the songs are contemporary, sometimes an old hymn or worship chorus, and sometimes a bouncy sunday school chorus from long ago that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/3076753112297832615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=3076753112297832615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/3076753112297832615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/3076753112297832615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2011/11/unplug-your-playlist.html' title='Unplugging Your Playlist'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UUhudqVR5Jc/TrAzDEX8oAI/AAAAAAAAGzk/VHIaqQlIAV4/s72-c/Wishes%252C+Hopes+%2526+Dreams+5-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-2154128102466464728</id><published>2011-10-19T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-19T11:05:20.649-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tandem Hearts</title><summary type='text'>This morning's listening to "Come Thou Fount" was both soothing and directional. 

"Let thy goodness, like a fetter, bind my wandering heart to thee." 

Ah, the goodness of God toward me...soothing, needed, and not something my heart really wants to wander from. Wanting to stay put in the streams of mercy is something very appealing in a drought weary land. But there is something more to having </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/2154128102466464728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=2154128102466464728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/2154128102466464728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/2154128102466464728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2011/10/tandem-hearts.html' title='Tandem Hearts'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-5957523566077436121</id><published>2010-09-02T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-06T23:13:27.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UPS- Special Delivery: Encouragement.</title><summary type='text'>Not by chance... a praise/worship song from back in the day...so many, many moons ago...popped into my head today. There was a part of it that could easily mix you up, okay, ME up when trying to sing it through so I had nick-named it the UPS song. Uphold. Preserve. Sustain.


The song starts out with, "Rejoice, for the steps of the righteous man, they are ordered of God..." This was the thought </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/5957523566077436121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=5957523566077436121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5957523566077436121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5957523566077436121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2010/09/ups-special-delivery-encouragement.html' title='UPS- Special Delivery: Encouragement.'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-718090896149420411</id><published>2010-04-08T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T00:19:31.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Out loud</title><summary type='text'>I like praying out loud in the car. It's not about lofty stuff. I don't use formal words or rhythms. It's my chance to say, hey God, I'm so glad you're listening. It's usually about the hard stuff in life. The stuff that makes me weary and tries my soul. The stuff that would sink me if God wasn't listening. He's listening. Listening with compassion and affection,  measuring out mercy and wisdom, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/718090896149420411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=718090896149420411' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/718090896149420411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/718090896149420411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2010/04/out-loud.html' title='Out loud'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-5348595642118728740</id><published>2009-07-06T22:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-07T02:26:28.415-07:00</updated><title type='text'>As Lavender</title><summary type='text'>..I want to age like Lavender. This morning as I looked at the Lavender in my garden I felt a little sad in seeing that the flowers were already drying. In a moment I realized that this was the point that the Lavender quality became even more evident. It is when the blooms of the Lavender fade that the fragrance matures. Strong, distinct, lingering. A testimony of it's true character. The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/5348595642118728740/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=5348595642118728740' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5348595642118728740'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5348595642118728740'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2009/07/as-lavender.html' title='As Lavender'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/SlLmw4WBTXI/AAAAAAAADI8/SdUFYkI2zec/s72-c/june2009+093ED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-3067828069557213890</id><published>2009-07-01T23:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T23:09:21.827-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Gardener's Journal-Psalm 143:6</title><summary type='text'>..I stretch out my hands to Thee; My soul longs for Thee, as a parched land. Psalm 143:6</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/3067828069557213890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=3067828069557213890' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/3067828069557213890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/3067828069557213890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2009/07/gardeners-journal-psalm-1436.html' title='A Gardener&apos;s Journal-Psalm 143:6'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/SkxOnDhe9vI/AAAAAAAADEg/vqG12toEKew/s72-c/june2009+157Etxt7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-7317977765070409958</id><published>2009-03-22T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-22T09:15:12.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Almighty</title><summary type='text'>...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/7317977765070409958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=7317977765070409958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7317977765070409958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7317977765070409958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2009/03/almighty.html' title='The Almighty'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-5314182996792155814</id><published>2009-03-17T00:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T00:55:02.449-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refreshment</title><summary type='text'>...For I will pour out water on the thirsty land And streams on the dry ground; I will pour out My Spirit on your offspring And My blessing on your descendants.Isaiah 44:3</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/5314182996792155814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=5314182996792155814' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5314182996792155814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5314182996792155814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2009/03/refreshment.html' title='Refreshment'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/Sb9W7_BwXBI/AAAAAAAACYs/sNYt-OdTkRc/s72-c/Nov2008-340webimg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-7972145563373935633</id><published>2008-12-29T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T11:52:50.495-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is that in the Bible again? : Google tip</title><summary type='text'>If you're like me, you sometimes find yourself with a verse on your mind but can't quite remember where it is. Searching a concordance, even online can be difficult using one key word. This is what I do: type into google as much of the verse that you are pretty sure of (a key part of a sentence) add the word "bible" and hit search. 99.9% of the time there will be tons of hits containing that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/7972145563373935633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=7972145563373935633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7972145563373935633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7972145563373935633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/12/where-is-that-in-bible-again-google-tip.html' title='Where is that in the Bible again? : Google tip'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-7933287756141487212</id><published>2008-12-19T13:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-19T16:03:05.405-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The giving of you...</title><summary type='text'>...As much as we do and do during the holidays, the ministry of relationship is the most important giving you can do.Philippians 2:4Do not merely look out for your own personal interests, but also for the interests of others. (scrapping materials by Mary Fran)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/7933287756141487212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=7933287756141487212' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7933287756141487212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7933287756141487212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/12/as-much-as-we-do-and-do-during-holidays.html' title='The giving of you...'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/SUwVSWMeaGI/AAAAAAAABwA/NkqYoje0mUw/s72-c/bethegiftanna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-8927007907263410682</id><published>2008-12-08T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T12:32:19.755-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='advent'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='christmas'/><title type='text'>One on One: A Personal Advent</title><summary type='text'>With all of the festive and spiritual trimmings of the Christmas season it is easy enough to overlook how personal and one on one our Savior is.  We look back and see how God's plan unfolded in the world's history through the prophesies and the birth, life, and the salvation work of Jesus, yet in our own lives this also rings true. God had a plan from before the beginning of your life and brought</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/8927007907263410682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=8927007907263410682' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/8927007907263410682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/8927007907263410682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/12/one-on-one-personal-advent.html' title='One on One: A Personal Advent'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-9127431082034403454</id><published>2008-11-23T22:57:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:13:54.250-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I am thankful...</title><summary type='text'>(this is a photo of me that I asked my sister to take this summer.)All the way my Savior leads me-What have I to ask beside?Can I doubt His tender mercy,Who through life has been my guide?Heavenly peace, divinest comfort,Here by faith in Him to dwell!For I know, whate'er befall me,Jesus doeth all things well;For I know, whate'er befall me,Jesus doeth all things well.All the way my Savior leads </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/9127431082034403454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=9127431082034403454' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/9127431082034403454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/9127431082034403454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-am-thankful.html' title='I am thankful...'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh6.ggpht.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/SSpQVSP-69I/AAAAAAAABXA/HX8-f_ZBrVg/s72-c/IMG_1695EDrt%5B8%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-1440218178214670188</id><published>2008-11-20T01:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T23:13:20.126-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn Light</title><summary type='text'>O send out Your light and Your truth, let them lead me; Let them bring me to Your holy hill And to Your dwelling places.Psalm 43:3 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/1440218178214670188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=1440218178214670188' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/1440218178214670188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/1440218178214670188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/11/autumn-light.html' title='Autumn Light'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/SSU1BI-TRGI/AAAAAAAABQo/DH2MfFf7BH8/s72-c/oct2008%20843ED%5B7%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-650933117258666695</id><published>2008-11-10T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T01:13:58.234-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Single Pearl</title><summary type='text'>She put the simple black dress on with grace. Even in its understatement there was elegance. The dress had been hers for sometime now. It was a part of her journey. It had been cared for and it was wearing well. The little crimson thread, a mending, was artfully hidden. There had been a stumble and a fall in the dress, but somehow there was a beauty in the damage repaired.When the last covered </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/650933117258666695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=650933117258666695' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/650933117258666695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/650933117258666695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/11/single-pearl.html' title='A Single Pearl'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-8078851191951451026</id><published>2008-10-22T01:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T10:06:42.319-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anthem part 2 (the current song of my heart)</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 28:8 The Lord is their strength, And He is a saving defense to His anointed. Lamentations 3:24"The LORD is my portion," says my soul, "Therefore I have hope in Him."I had planned to come back and share a {current} anthem in my life, and today said song was the soft spot I needed to land in. Today would have been a great day to hear encouraging words, but instead a perfect stranger spoke to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/8078851191951451026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=8078851191951451026' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/8078851191951451026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/8078851191951451026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/10/anthem-part-2-current-song-of-my-heart.html' title='Anthem part 2 (the current song of my heart)'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-9216795837515649361</id><published>2008-10-21T16:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-21T16:33:58.587-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Aunt Tea is asking...</title><summary type='text'>Go here and answer the burning question...    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/9216795837515649361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=9216795837515649361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/9216795837515649361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/9216795837515649361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/10/aunt-tea-is-asking.html' title='Aunt Tea is asking...'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh5.ggpht.com/pkmals.photography/SP5m5av5fnI/AAAAAAAAA6o/ZLEgCuJVYrQ/s72-c/oct2008%20778%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-7359094210531181231</id><published>2008-10-15T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T18:25:20.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a word: anthem</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 42:8 The LORD will command His lovingkindness in the daytime; And His song will be with me in the night, A prayer to the God of my life . anthemn.A hymn of praise or loyalty.A choral composition having a sacred or moralizing text in English.A modern ballad accompanied by rock music instrumentation.[Middle English anteme, from Old English antefn, from Late Latin antiphōna, from Late Greek, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/7359094210531181231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=7359094210531181231' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7359094210531181231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/7359094210531181231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/10/in-word-anthem.html' title='In a word: anthem'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-4336079705157312708</id><published>2008-10-15T02:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T03:08:51.819-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Abide</title><summary type='text'>abide- (remain, tarry, continuously and daily place yourself, and do not depart from)*John 15:4, 9 Abide in Me, and I in you. As the branch cannot bear fruit of itself unless it abides in the vine, so neither can you unless you abide in Me. 9 Just as the Father has loved Me, I have also loved you; abide in My love.1John 1:7But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/4336079705157312708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=4336079705157312708' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/4336079705157312708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/4336079705157312708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/10/abide.html' title='Abide'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh4.ggpht.com/pkmals.photography/SPW8pp6cLSI/AAAAAAAAA2w/JRYYKdaa5ig/s72-c/GRAPETYCHsig%5B2%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-1587914002175803991</id><published>2008-10-08T02:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T14:53:37.099-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust, Dwell, Cultivate...</title><summary type='text'>  (click on image to view large)Aunt Tea also has new photos and content HERE ---</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/1587914002175803991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=1587914002175803991' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/1587914002175803991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/1587914002175803991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/10/trust-dwell-cultivate.html' title='Trust, Dwell, Cultivate...'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://lh3.ggpht.com/pkmals.photography/SOyFAr9Ys5I/AAAAAAAAA0Y/R6ZZaxwBVs0/s72-c/P1120241txtrtext%5B14%5D.png?imgmax=800' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-5124608363227502377</id><published>2008-04-01T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:58:06.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a word: encouragement</title><summary type='text'>Encouragement“Therefore encourage one another and build up one another….” 1 Thessalonians 5:11“that their hearts may be encouraged, having been knit together in love, and attaining to all the wealth that comes from the full assurance of understanding, resulting in a true knowledge of God's mystery, that is, Christ Himself…” Colossians 2:2What if we considered this our life’s work? To encourage </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/5124608363227502377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=5124608363227502377' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5124608363227502377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/5124608363227502377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-word-encouragemnet.html' title='In a word: encouragement'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-6617141049439615176</id><published>2008-04-01T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:38:30.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In a word: kindness</title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 4:32Be kind to one another, tender-hearted, forgiving each other, just as God in Christ also has forgiven you.The Greek word is chrestos. (Strong's 5543)Fit- fit for use, useful, virtuous, good.Manageable-mild, pleasant (as opp. to harsh, hard, sharp, bitter).  of things: more pleasant, of people: kind, benevolent. To be fit for God's use, to be virtuous, and good in His hand, we must </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/6617141049439615176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=6617141049439615176' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/6617141049439615176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/6617141049439615176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/04/in-word-kindness.html' title='In a word: kindness'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-32302496.post-6822255842585120280</id><published>2008-04-01T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-01T15:04:01.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday Stirs the Soul</title><summary type='text'>If we stop to take the time, remembering the cross will first bring a soberness and a gratefulness to your soul. If you continue to linger you will find that the cross will sweeten your cup of difficulty, grief, weariness, regret, loneliness...whatever it is you bear.It was for the joy set before Him that Jesus endured the cross.The joy of being your savior, your friend, your everything.It was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/feeds/6822255842585120280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=32302496&amp;postID=6822255842585120280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/6822255842585120280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/32302496/posts/default/6822255842585120280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aunttea.blogspot.com/2008/04/good-friday-stirs-soul.html' title='Good Friday Stirs the Soul'/><author><name>Aunt Tea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12180367472263904809</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://bp1.blogger.com/_OTqiafqdTfQ/R_IQyf4EwvI/AAAAAAAAAAg/PCPvED_tKxk/S220/P1150228_ppED3.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
