<?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-1099063933934147561</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:28:18.159-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Really Gettin Real</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>3wild1sMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535784435781285274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099063933934147561.post-5806683966937450362</id><published>2008-10-07T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:28:20.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time</title><content type='html'>A year has come and gone.  My friend Colleen still struggles everyday to get a step closer to the person she was.  Someone took her life away from her.  Shawn and Brook have moved, they are not with us every day like before.  They moved to improve their lives and reach their dreams. All of these friends are in my heart still, but it shows me just how short our time can be.  With friends, with family, at a home.  But we are all bless with the gift of endless time in heaven together.  Colleen will be talking my ear off, Shawn and Brook will be close.  So take your time to love those around you.  Friends, Family, everyone that comes into your life because our time here together maybe be short and precious, but we do have forever together thanks to our LORD!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099063933934147561-5806683966937450362?l=3wild1s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/feeds/5806683966937450362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099063933934147561&amp;postID=5806683966937450362' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/5806683966937450362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/5806683966937450362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/2008/10/time.html' title='Time'/><author><name>3wild1sMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535784435781285274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099063933934147561.post-12597838852243754</id><published>2008-04-14T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T18:03:07.292-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons</title><content type='html'>I have really been thinking about the "reason" for stuff.  Like the statement "When bad things happen to good people" .  People always say there is a reason for everything.  I wonder how often we really know the reason or if we just think we know that reason that makes sense to us.  The last 7 months have been a hard time for me to find a "reason" for my friend's accident.  The "reason" her life was saved, but the  "reason" she is not better yet.  God does have a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;lesson&lt;/span&gt; for us and a reason for everything.  We as humans may not understand that for now.  But we can pray for help with understanding and we can read his word to find understanding.  I am not the first person to think this nor will I be the last.  Kids think we adults have all the answers for the big stuff but we don't.  We need to show our kids that we are just like them and we don't understand everthing.  That we turn to God for answers on stuff all the time.   I think that will help them follow our example and turn to God for answers not to the wrong person. &lt;br /&gt;Hey maybe that is the reason .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099063933934147561-12597838852243754?l=3wild1s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/feeds/12597838852243754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099063933934147561&amp;postID=12597838852243754' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/12597838852243754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/12597838852243754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons.html' title='Reasons'/><author><name>3wild1sMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535784435781285274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099063933934147561.post-3222385779754726280</id><published>2008-03-16T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-16T13:21:46.371-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It has been a LONG hard week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;It has really been a hard week.  I have really been trying to help my youngest son do better in his classes.  He is in the 7th grade and is a really smart kid but his grades lately have not reflected that.  So much of it is lack of caring, listening and forgetfulness.  It is really a struggle trying to make him care that he has a B in a class when he should have an A.  I can yell at him, ground him, make his life boring but what I have discovered is I can't make him care.  I can't make him want to work hard enough for that A.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;I wonder if that is how God feels about us sometimes.  He can offer us the world.  He can offer us the best of everything.  He can offer us love so special we don't need anything else. He does this and more.  But we sit back and do things the way we want.  He must shake his head at us like a par net.  He can't make us care like I can't make my son care.  He wants us to hold on to him with everything we have and offers us everything we need to have it all through him but sometimes we just are happy with just getting by.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;So I guess the next time I look at one of my children and think I know best for them and try and make them see things my way.  I may need to stop and look inside and make sure I am doing the say.  Seeing things GOD's way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#66ffff;"&gt;Just a thought....  :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099063933934147561-3222385779754726280?l=3wild1s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/feeds/3222385779754726280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099063933934147561&amp;postID=3222385779754726280' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/3222385779754726280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/3222385779754726280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/2008/03/it-has-been-long-hard-week.html' title='It has been a LONG hard week'/><author><name>3wild1sMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535784435781285274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099063933934147561.post-5649532157450199617</id><published>2008-03-01T12:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T12:40:44.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>They are my Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;OK, I was the first of the "Cool Kids" to post like Shawn asked us, but I was the least creative.  All of my friends have some really deep, thought provoking looks into their lives.  Wow....  here I am the oldest of the group (since Jeff hasn't blogged yet) and each and everyone one of my friends had a lesson for me.  That leads right back to my first blog and God giving us fellow believers to uplift us.  What an awesome gift.  My friends are super Christians, super parents, super people.  We are an odd mix of people, but that is what Jesus does.  He picks the least likely people to do extraordinary things.  Each one of you are amazing.  You are all just a great example of what God can do when he truly lives inside of a person.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;I pray that I can live up to being the kind of friend God wants me to be to them. I love each and every one of you!  I thank God for the blessings you all are to me!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099063933934147561-5649532157450199617?l=3wild1s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/feeds/5649532157450199617/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099063933934147561&amp;postID=5649532157450199617' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/5649532157450199617'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/5649532157450199617'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/2008/03/they-are-my-friends.html' title='They are my Friends'/><author><name>3wild1sMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535784435781285274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1099063933934147561.post-5021711427929553917</id><published>2008-02-19T16:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-19T16:39:43.976-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffccff;"&gt;Ok &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;guys , Shawn said to start a blog so we can talk with you guys.  I am new to this.  I am not even sure I have ever read someone's blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;So I will just give you a Bible verse I read today.  It will be a great way for us to start:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Father, please bring stong believers into my life so that we may be mutually encouraged by each other's faith.  (Romans 1:12)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;That pretty much sums it up.  We as part of the Get Real group are here for each other.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Let me know what you think :)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1099063933934147561-5021711427929553917?l=3wild1s.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/feeds/5021711427929553917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1099063933934147561&amp;postID=5021711427929553917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/5021711427929553917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1099063933934147561/posts/default/5021711427929553917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3wild1s.blogspot.com/2008/02/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>3wild1sMom</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06535784435781285274</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
