<?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-7401773900855567902</id><updated>2011-11-02T22:53:45.623-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Light from Lot 5: Stories and thoughts from two brothers</title><subtitle type='html'>Random thoughts and revelations and stories and whatever the h*ck we feel like bloggin about!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.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-7401773900855567902.post-2405079187985204692</id><published>2011-04-15T23:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-15T23:14:59.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'>MIA</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like you're not in the fight anymore? Like... You've been beaten? Like you don't even know what happened or how you fell, yet the battle rages all around you? And there's this type of cold complacency that takes over; your fate has been accepted, and all that's left is to watch your friends charge past you into the thick of the fight. They'll meet their own fates, whether they become heroes or fall like you have will be decided soon. Is there a medic to save your life, or is it too late? For now, I'll just close my eyes, and block out the noise of the battle....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-2405079187985204692?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/2405079187985204692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2011/04/mia.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/2405079187985204692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/2405079187985204692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2011/04/mia.html' title='MIA'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-1102469611094811469</id><published>2010-03-02T22:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T22:31:02.041-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Doubt (written by Bob Hartman of Petra)</title><content type='html'>There are times when you feel like you can't go on &lt;br /&gt;There are times when you feel like giving in &lt;br /&gt;And there are times when you feel like you can't try anymore &lt;br /&gt;There are times of trouble in believing &lt;br /&gt;This test of your faith will last &lt;br /&gt;As long as it takes to pass &lt;br /&gt;Till you have no more doubt you'll endure &lt;br /&gt;And your faith will emerge true and pure &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt it'll be alright &lt;br /&gt;With God it'll work together for good &lt;br /&gt;No doubt in the end it will be understood &lt;br /&gt;No doubt it'll all work out &lt;br /&gt;With faith He can move any mountain for us &lt;br /&gt;No doubt in the power of Jesus &lt;br /&gt;And after all is done we find out &lt;br /&gt;All we really need to have is no doubt &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a time to take a reckless leap of faith &lt;br /&gt;There's a time to be cautious and to wait &lt;br /&gt;And there's a way of learning from the past &lt;br /&gt;That this time of trouble won't last &lt;br /&gt;And sometimes we want to think we know &lt;br /&gt;The ways He will choose to make us grow &lt;br /&gt;But it's never the way of our choosing &lt;br /&gt;And we can't always see what He's using &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There will be winters in the seasons of our soul &lt;br /&gt;With a cold and bitter wind that chills our lives &lt;br /&gt;But our faith can be building a fire &lt;br /&gt;That will warm us till springtime arrives&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-1102469611094811469?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/1102469611094811469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-doubt-written-by-bob-hartman-of.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/1102469611094811469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/1102469611094811469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2010/03/no-doubt-written-by-bob-hartman-of.html' title='No Doubt (written by Bob Hartman of Petra)'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-8612835337990477302</id><published>2010-02-15T12:50:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-15T13:19:53.942-05:00</updated><title type='text'>LIFE  Can't live without it...</title><content type='html'>Live by Faith not by Pride&lt;br /&gt;Or else you get torn up inside.&lt;br /&gt;Down a drain up a creek&lt;br /&gt;Weeks can leave me oh so weak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take my Body take my Heart&lt;br /&gt;Give my day a brand new start.&lt;br /&gt;Use this Mind use my Soul&lt;br /&gt;Don't leave me Stale Lord that's my goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take on Life ride the wave&lt;br /&gt;Don't spend your Life trapped in a cave.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to drive take the wheel&lt;br /&gt;Lead my Spirit don't leave it still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where's the Light I wanna see&lt;br /&gt;I know that God is leading me.&lt;br /&gt;God take the pain take the Strife&lt;br /&gt;Make yourself strong in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God take me before I go insane&lt;br /&gt;And my whole Life goes down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;I'll Undertake a Brand new day&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here God don't go away.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-8612835337990477302?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/8612835337990477302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-by-faith-not-by-pride-or-else-you.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/8612835337990477302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/8612835337990477302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2010/02/live-by-faith-not-by-pride-or-else-you.html' title='LIFE  Can&apos;t live without it...'/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-6089087274912941869</id><published>2009-12-17T12:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T13:01:47.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So I saw this post on facebook and laughed really hard so i thought i would share it with people who aren't my friend or hers.  ENJOY!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="UIIntentionalStory_Header"&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;                                                                 &lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/katie.bernier?ref=mf" onclick="'ft("&gt;Katie Berniers post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="UIIntentionalStory_Names" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;name&amp;quot;}"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;"Men are like Waffles, Woman are spaghetti" according to Chad from the Revolve Tour, I was hanging out with some of the Girls that went with me on the Tour and I hear " hey look there is a toaster waffle!" or "Look a burnt one! " after having a good laugh because that's not at all what Chad meant I wondered- "so if &lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;you get a tan are you now a whole wheat Spaghetti?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And her Comments&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="feed_comments"&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8474792"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=545458752" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Andrew Towner"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22939/993/88/q545458752_3756.jpg" alt="Andrew Towner" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=545458752" class="comment_author"&gt;Andrew Towner&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b7312380b568e0b" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;at least were organized... we have little squares.... spaghetti is just everywhere!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:21:06 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8475125"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=604999688" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Lisa Karr"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v229/1780/104/q604999688_1792.jpg" alt="Lisa Karr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=604999688" class="comment_author"&gt;Lisa Karr&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b73a1ff330b881a" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;We're too hip to be square! ;)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:31:17 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8475691"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1209447616" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Mary Benedict Giovinazzo"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22943/1140/40/q1209447616_9396.jpg" alt="Mary Benedict Giovinazzo" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1209447616" class="comment_author"&gt;Mary Benedict Giovinazzo&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b73a5d63501bbde" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Actually that's a title of a very cool book by Bill and Pam Ferrel.  It's funny but so true!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 07:46:49 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8476439"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=545458752" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Andrew Towner"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22939/993/88/q545458752_3756.jpg" alt="Andrew Towner" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=545458752" class="comment_author"&gt;Andrew Towner&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b73a9cb31be43c1" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;I can't win LOL&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:07:17 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8477359"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1513377213" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Alyssa Yablonski"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22942/1238/74/q1513377213_3793.jpg" alt="Alyssa Yablonski" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1513377213" class="comment_author"&gt;Alyssa Yablonski&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b73e35616ec4cb7" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;hahaha that was so fun&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 08:33:20 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8478608"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Natalie.Stanfield.Thomas" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Natalie Stanfield Thomas"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v229/1805/26/q1320794388_4454.jpg" alt="Natalie Stanfield Thomas" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/Natalie.Stanfield.Thomas" class="comment_author"&gt;Natalie Stanfield Thomas&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b73eee85742e618" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;You might not have known this, but a lot of non-living objects are actually either male or female.  Here are some examples:&lt;br /&gt;FREEZER BAGS:&lt;br /&gt;They are male, because they hold everything in, but you can see right through them.&lt;br /&gt;PHOTOCOPIERS:&lt;br /&gt;These are female, because once turned off; it takes a while to warm them up again. They are an effective reproductive device if the right buttons are pushed, but can also wreak havoc if you push the wrong Buttons.&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;... &lt;span class="text_exposed_link"&gt;&lt;a onclick="'CSS.addClass($("&gt;See More&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIRES:&lt;br /&gt;Tires are male, because they go bald easily and are often over inflated.&lt;br /&gt;HOT AIR BALLOONS:&lt;br /&gt;Also a male object, because to get them to go anywhere, you have to light a fire under their butt.&lt;br /&gt;SPONGES:&lt;br /&gt;These are female, because they are soft, squeezable and retain water.&lt;br /&gt;HAMMERS:&lt;br /&gt;Male, because in the last 5000 years, they've hardly changed at all, and are occasionally handy to have around.&lt;br /&gt;EGG TIMERS:&lt;br /&gt;Egg timers are female because, over time, all the weight shifts to the bottom.&lt;br /&gt;THE REMOTE CONTROL:&lt;br /&gt;Female. Ha! You probably thought it would be male, but consider this: It easily gives a man pleasure, he'd be lost without it, and while he doesn't always know which buttons to push, he just keeps trying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 09:11:37 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8478926"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jbastarache2" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Janine Bastarache"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v22942/1513/97/q1460958819_5207.jpg" alt="Janine Bastarache" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jbastarache2" class="comment_author"&gt;Janine Bastarache&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b7496ef214e79b5" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Oh my goodness that is hilarious I couldnt stop laughing&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 09:21:18 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8479018"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=604999688" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Lisa Karr"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/v229/1780/104/q604999688_1792.jpg" alt="Lisa Karr" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=604999688" class="comment_author"&gt;Lisa Karr&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b74a53c06989336" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;Hahahahahahahaaaaa! :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 09:23:15 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ufi_section  UIImageBlock clearfix" id="comment_1108642341_208400658119_8479123"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jeremy.holden" class="UIImageBlock_Image UIImageBlock_SMALL_Image" title="Jeremy Holden"&gt;&lt;img class="UIProfileImage UIProfileImage_SMALL" src="http://profile.ak.fbcdn.net/profile5/288/86/q1140813017_8192.jpg" alt="Jeremy Holden" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="UIImageBlock_Content UIImageBlock_SMALL_Content"&gt;&lt;div class="comment_text"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/jeremy.holden" class="comment_author"&gt;Jeremy Holden&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div id="text_expose_id_4b2a69b74a8f211b4bdbf" class="comment_actual_text"&gt;wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="comment_actions"&gt;&lt;abbr class="timestamp" title="Thu, 17 Dec 2009 09:26:05 -0800"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/abbr&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-6089087274912941869?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/6089087274912941869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-saw-this-post-on-facebook-and.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/6089087274912941869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/6089087274912941869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/12/so-i-saw-this-post-on-facebook-and.html' title='So I saw this post on facebook and laughed really hard so i thought i would share it with people who aren&apos;t my friend or hers.  ENJOY!!'/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-4419654478506060866</id><published>2009-12-01T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T15:55:40.101-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You have to watch this video it's very cool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.vimeo.com/7774391"&gt;http://www.vimeo.com/7774391&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-4419654478506060866?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/4419654478506060866/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-to-watch-this-video-its-very.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/4419654478506060866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/4419654478506060866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/12/you-have-to-watch-this-video-its-very.html' title='You have to watch this video it&apos;s very cool'/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-1306318617155298626</id><published>2009-11-20T14:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T14:02:34.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only in America</title><content type='html'>1.       Only in America......can a pizza get to your house faster than an       ambulance.                     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Only in America......are there       handicap parking places in front of our skating rinks.        3. Only in America......do       drugstores make the sick walk all the way to the back of the store to get       their prescriptions, while healthy people can buy cigarettes at the front.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;4.       Only in America......do people order double cheeseburgers, large fries,       and a Diet Coke.       &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;5. Only in America......do banks       leave both doors open and then chain the pens to the counters.&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;br /&gt;6. Only in America......do we       leave cars worth thousands of dollars in the driveway and put our useless       junk in the garage.&lt;br /&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;7. Only in America......do we use       answering machines to screen calls and then have call waiting so we won't       miss a call from someone we didn't want to talk to in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Only in America......do we buy       hot dogs in packages of ten and buns in packages of eight.                    &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Only in America......do we use       the word 'politics' to describe the process so well: 'Poli' in Latin       meaning 'many'  and 'tics' meaning 'bloodsucking creatures'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-1306318617155298626?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/1306318617155298626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-in-america.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/1306318617155298626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/1306318617155298626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/only-in-america.html' title='Only in America'/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-3736572966076966577</id><published>2009-11-20T13:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-20T13:58:19.757-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;"&gt;Do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why the sun       lightens our hair, but darkens our skin?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why women can't put       on mascara with their mouth closed?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why don't you ever       see the headline&lt;br /&gt;      "Psychic Wins Lottery"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why is it that       doctors call what they do "practice"?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why is it that to       stop Windows 98, you have to click on the "Start" button?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why is lemon juice       made with artificial flavor, and dish washing liquid made with real lemons?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:BaaBookHmkBold;font-size:180%;"&gt;Why is the man who       invests all your money called  a broker?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-3736572966076966577?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/3736572966076966577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-know-why-sun-lightens-our-hair.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/3736572966076966577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/3736572966076966577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/do-you-know-why-sun-lightens-our-hair.html' title=''/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-238613356479595144</id><published>2009-11-06T16:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T16:50:14.985-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Time of the Year</title><content type='html'>I haven't been feeling very inspired lately... But I do feel the need to write why I love fall so much. It is, after all, the best time of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Smells-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of decaying leaves on the ground. The golden, ruby, emerald, and every-color-in-between leaf carpet has a distinct smell that speaks of fertilizing the ground in a cycle begun by the magnificent Creator. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of woodsmoke in the air. This smell promises the weary traveler warmth and comfort. It is the welcoming smell that warms the heart before warming the body.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The smell of Home. Home never smells as good as it does in the fall. Whether produced by an apple or pumpkin pie in the oven, or a simple candle burning on a livingroom coffee table, Home always smells the best in autumn. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Sights-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leaves. Again, the leaves are the forerunners of fall spirit. No retail store can be entered without seeing decorations, napkins, greeting cards, or any other novelty that has multi-colored leaves on them. However, the true beauty is not in any store. It is found in the rare moments when the setting sun catches a blazing tree and dazzles our eyes, captivating every other sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The people. People in the fall usually like to wear sweaters. I like sweaters. I love being able to comfortably wear a sweater on a breezy, cool day. Other peolpe, too, seem to enjoy the same thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The trees. After all the leaves are gone, the trees silhouetted against a darkening sky somehow is breathtaking for me. I like it even more when a harvest moon rises behind a branchy tree. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The Tastes-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple pie. Apple pie is one of the best autumn-time treats. With a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream and a spoon of whipped cream, it is by far one of the top "fall of famers" when it comes to seasonal foods. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pumpkin pie. One of my personal favorites, when done right. Accompanied by whipped cream, it tastes like home on a plate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turkey. Fall just isn't fall without a good ol' Thanksgiving turkey. I like the white meat, maybe you like the dark. There's a piece of the turkey for everyone! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cranberry sauce. A simple yet flavorful member of the Thanksgiving table. It has a well-balanced amount of tartness and sweetness. Dinner is made complete with a dish of cranberry sauce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is amazing. Through every season, He is creative. Spring, summer, and winter all have their uniquities  that make them special. Fall, however, seems to be God's favorite season, too. After all, He made it the most beautiful.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-238613356479595144?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/238613356479595144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-time-of-year.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/238613356479595144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/238613356479595144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/best-time-of-year.html' title='The Best Time of the Year'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-671520951583684758</id><published>2009-11-04T18:19:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-04T18:36:35.384-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Sayings and Quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I found these on a site and liked them so i thought i would share them with you guys.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A compromise is an agreement whereby both parties get what neither of them wanted. Anybody can win, unless there happens to be a second entry.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Youth is a malady of which one becomes cured a little every day. He’s turned his life around. He used to be depressed and miserable. Now he’s miserable and depressed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Always laugh when you can. It is cheapest medicine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laughter is the shock absorber that eases the blows of life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;An optimist is someone who falls off the Empire State Building, and after 50 floors says, 'So far so good!'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You can't have everything....where would you put it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say will be misquoted, then used against you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you tell the truth you don't have to remember anything. - Mark Twain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you wish to live wisely, ignore sayings including this one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A consultant is someone who takes a subject you understand and makes it sound confusing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;If you can't see the bright side of life, polish the dull side.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;When everything's coming your way, you're in the wrong lane. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;You know the speed of light, so what's the speed of dark?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Nothing can confound a wise man more than laughter from a dunce&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Going to church doesn’t make you a Christian any more than standing in a garage makes you a car.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-671520951583684758?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/671520951583684758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-sayings-and-quotes.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/671520951583684758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/671520951583684758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/11/random-sayings-and-quotes.html' title='Random Sayings and Quotes'/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-3746327188019957053</id><published>2009-10-27T22:00:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-27T22:32:59.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A simple Poem of things running thru my head</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choices Choices Choices&lt;br /&gt;That i have to Choose&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lord i want&lt;br /&gt;you to help me out&lt;br /&gt;so that i don't end up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;     all bruised.&lt;br /&gt;Some fast, Some slow&lt;br /&gt;Some hard, Some not&lt;br /&gt;we make choices an awful lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Voices Voices Voices&lt;br /&gt;your the voice i wanna hear&lt;br /&gt;I wanna just belong to You&lt;br /&gt;Lord make the others disappear&lt;br /&gt;Oh Why Oh why&lt;br /&gt;is it so hard to discern&lt;br /&gt;your voice from all other voices&lt;br /&gt;I guess it all comes back to&lt;br /&gt;making lots of choices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Micah here, I have a lot in my head right now so i thought i would give you a glimpse into some of the things going &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;thru&lt;/span&gt; my head,&lt;br /&gt;Many others are to but i have to take a shower and get up at five so i had better save some for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-3746327188019957053?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/3746327188019957053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-poem-of-things-running-thru-my.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/3746327188019957053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/3746327188019957053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/simple-poem-of-things-running-thru-my.html' title='A simple Poem of things running thru my head'/><author><name>Micah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14617087128646482104</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_l3yDf20g3BQ/SuYdWyVsCAI/AAAAAAAAAAM/1JSPPXNf1IE/S220/Micah+hat+twisted.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-8981375701846530908</id><published>2009-10-26T17:31:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T17:48:51.985-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Over my head!!</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like God led you somewhere but then wondered if it was really His hand guiding you? Suppose He set a task before you (actually I'm sure you don't have to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;suppose; &lt;/span&gt;I'm sure He's set tasks before you as you read this.) I will use an example. This morning, as I drove towards a customer's house on a service call, I was praying a lot. I believe God called me to the coal business, at least for the time being. A few months ago, I probably would have told you this is only a temporary venture. Now, I'm not so sure. He may have me here longer than I expect to be. I prayed He would help me to impact the lives of the people I came into contact with. I got to the house where the service call was, changed a few wires around, and left. Did I impact anyone? I don't know. I hope so. Later today, after lunch, I went with Howard to deliver eight ton of bulk coal to a customer. No one was home when we got there. The bin already had coal in it, and I was doubtful about whether we would fit 16,000 pounds of coal into it. But God seemed to say "No worries Colin. I have led you here. Have faith." With something as small as not worrying about this delivery, God still had something to say. Essentially, there was a parallel drawn for me. Sometimes God calls us to do things that seem impossible. We tend to think or say "There is no way I can do this! Who does God think I am??" And that leaves the door open for God to say "Of course you can't do this alone. Apart from Me, you are nothing." Oh yeah... Sorry I got to thinking I was big enough to handle my own affairs again. Whether it's building a skyscraper or writing a check; flying a plane or walking to the post office; preaching to thousands or saying a simple prayer, we can't do any of it without God. An encouragement to anyone who feels out of their league right now! Lean on God now and always!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-8981375701846530908?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/8981375701846530908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-my-head.html#comment-form' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/8981375701846530908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/8981375701846530908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/over-my-head.html' title='Over my head!!'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-6917569238217385031</id><published>2009-10-16T22:52:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T23:18:07.530-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time... This time not in a bottle!!</title><content type='html'>Remember my blog about time in a bottle and Jim Croce? Well this blog is about another secular artist's view of time. Pink Floyd's song "Time" focuses on time being a valuable thing. The lyrics are sung: "Ticking away the moments that make up a dull day/ you fritter and waste the hours in an offhand way/ kicking around on a piece of ground in your hometown/ waiting for something or someone to show you the way.... And like I said before, if you are interested enough in the rest of the lyrics, there are plenty of places online you can find them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to get stuck preaching about time and how valuable it is all the time. But of all the things God has gifted us with, time is one of the most precious. Why? For starters, once used, time can never be reclaimed. It's like soft clay, as soon as we make our mark on time, it's there for eternity. Nothing we do now can change what we have done. Another reason time is valuable is that we never truly know how much we have. I could walk outside tomorrow and be bitten by a rabid squirrel. On my way to the hospital to get a rabies shot, I could get a flat tire. And while fixing that tire, a rattlesnake could bite me. And when the ambulance comes to pick me up off the side of the road, its brakes might fail. And as it swerves to miss me, it may strike a telephone pole. And though the pole may miss me by a couple feet, I will still be electrocuted by the flailing power lines. Hopefully by this point, my heavenly Father will have called me home! I'm not trying to make light of our situation. The chances of those things happening are extremely slim, but the point is there are many things that we do not expect that could cost us our life at any moment. "Redeeming the time for the days are evil." Take the time to read Ecclesiastes. It follows Proverbs and precedes Song of Solomon. The entire book seems to be devoted to making the most of the time we have.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, please don't be scared of rabid squirrels or failing brakes. The point of this is not to scare you away from life, but to remind you that life is short, time is precious. One line in one of Petra's songs says "Hurry up and wait upon the Lord." If we are waiting on the Lord and His direction, our time will not be spent on nothing. He will lead us to where we can glorify Him most. So be not afraid, be of good cheer,  and redeem the time!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-6917569238217385031?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/6917569238217385031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-this-time-not-in-bottle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/6917569238217385031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/6917569238217385031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/time-this-time-not-in-bottle.html' title='Time... This time not in a bottle!!'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-1126878481003972462</id><published>2009-10-16T21:57:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-16T22:51:59.975-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jujitsu and other fun stuffs</title><content type='html'>Jujitsu!&lt;br /&gt;Did a red flag kinda raise when you read that? I know at one point in time, I was extremely wary about martial arts. Traditionally, martial arts seem to teach two things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) How to hurt people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) Various forms of eastern mysticism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being wary is not a bad thing. In fact, the Bible teaches that we should constantly guard our heart. This teaching is meant to permeate every aspect of our being. However, the Bible also teaches us to be guardians, protectors, of those who are weaker. God is not willing that any should perish. He is a loving God. Yet, He is not a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;pacifist&lt;/span&gt;. There are numerous examples in His Word that would suggest quite the opposite. As a Christian, I want to be like Christ. I want to be able to show His love to the world. In John chapter 2, Jesus goes to Jerusalem. When He went to the temple, there were merchants doing business there. The scriptures tell us that He made a whip of cords and drove them from the temple. It does not say whether He actually &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hit &lt;/span&gt;anyone with the whip, but He did drive them out of the temple. One of the teachings of Jujitsu as a form of self defense is how to identify a fight and avoid it. Another teaching is how to stop a fight with the smallest amount of people getting hurt. It combines self defense with the defense of others who cannot defend themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm just trying to say that tonight was the best night of practicing jujitsu because we talked about our role as Christians in this world and in jujitsu. At the end of our workout and practice, we prayed. It's interesting that with a small change of heart, every aspect of our lives can become a sacrifice. This includes jujitsu! Although many have learned and taught mysticism through martial arts, it doesn't have to be that way. God gives us the ability to reclaim lost ground for His glory. I am thankful for those who are learning jujitsu alongside me while keeping Christ in our foremost thoughts. Thanks to all of you who are there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-1126878481003972462?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/1126878481003972462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/jujitsu-and-other-fun-stuffs.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/1126878481003972462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/1126878481003972462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/jujitsu-and-other-fun-stuffs.html' title='Jujitsu and other fun stuffs'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-5848519465637122127</id><published>2009-10-07T17:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T00:42:22.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Church can be... Fun?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so maybe an 'edgy' title for a blog entry. But I'm gonna be honest. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Church&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;fun &lt;/span&gt;are words I wouldn't normally put in the same sentence. Unless, of course I would say, "Ya know, church needs to be more fun."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not trying to disrespect the church here. I know church is not meant to be fun, not meant to entertain, not meant to be a leisurely pass-time. However, I am fairly positive God doesn't really want us to sit in our pews falling asleep. I have been in quite a few different churches growing up, and rarely did I think it was enjoyable. Unless, of course, refreshments were shared afterward.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So how exactly did I come to find church to be enjoyable?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They put in a gym! Just kidding. Actually, God changed my heart. He has given me a drive to learn about Him and grow in Him even more. So now, church is fun right? Eh, not exactly. When God gives us the desire to learn more about Him, we need to find a place to be edified in a way that glorifies Him. If there is indeed a change of heart, it may also be a change of direction. So, not every church will necessarily be 'fun,' but God will bring a peace to us when we are in the place we need to be. Sometimes we are in the right location, but are called to make a change. Sometimes we are told to move on. Listen to God. Be where He wants you to be. I am trying to find my place now. Prayers are appreciated!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-5848519465637122127?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/5848519465637122127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-can-be-fun.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5848519465637122127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5848519465637122127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/church-can-be-fun.html' title='Church can be... Fun?'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-5492786216431810099</id><published>2009-10-07T07:56:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T08:08:48.344-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am forgiven?</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I have had a lot going through my head lately. I don't know what triggered my contemplations, but I have been feeling 'unforgivable' lately. Memories of past sins come floating back to me , and I am left wondering if I ever confessed them to God. And sometimes I feel like even so, how could I be forgiven? I understand that I am washed by Christ's blood and my sins are covered eternally, but that doesn't always make sense to me. I think that I, having a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;finite&lt;/span&gt; mind, cannot comprehend fully the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;infinite&lt;/span&gt; love of God. I tend to think "I have committed xxxx amount of sins, God now hates me xxxx amount. I know this isn't true. God said my sins are in the depths of the ocean, they are as far as the east is from the west. So how do I overcome these lies about God hating me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) By recognizing that they are indeed lies&lt;br /&gt;2) By praying that God will help me to accept His forgiveness&lt;br /&gt;3) Realizing that all I am doing is taking my salvation into my own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We cannot pay for what we have done, from the 'smallest' white lie to the worst thing you can think of that you have ever done. It's covered, it's paid for, it's bought at a price we couuld never afford. Praise God!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-5492786216431810099?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/5492786216431810099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-forgiven.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5492786216431810099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5492786216431810099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/i-am-forgiven.html' title='I am forgiven?'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-8245201118786332827</id><published>2009-10-04T23:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T23:35:30.214-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Weekend!</title><content type='html'>The weekend was great!! It started out on Saturday with a very fun barn dance at the Bernier's barn. The trip out was alot of fun... I taught Elise a game that is too hard to explain in a blog.... Okay maybe not too hard but I just don't wanna explain it right now. And Christine was kinda dazed from some sinus medication. So we got to the barn and I learned a bunch of new dances which I am sure to forget until next time, but it was a blast!!! Then we left (four hours later) and ate at Applebees where we all talked about dreams and stories and writing and such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today, Sunday, we went to church at the Guthrie's household. Mom Guthrie made a bunch of stew which was magnificent!!!! And mom Holden made cheesey biscuits which were amazingly deciduous! The church service was good too. Mark actually had the congregation preach his message for him, though he tied everything together at the end. It was pretty neat. Oh, and during the worship service we had a good prayer time.... And i cried..... But Micah was a true friend and cried right alongside me! Then his sister, Elise, in true sister form, cried alongside us! Jake afterwards said I was a jerk cause I almost made &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;him&lt;/span&gt; cry. And Rachel was crying too.... But it was great. God gave us emotions for a reason, and I have been keeping things too bottled up inside lately. So we all prayed for each other, and were brought closer together through it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after food and church, we shot guns! There were probably 30 guns there! (don't tell Obama) And we probably shot over 3 thousand rounds at clay pigeons and a globe and home grown veggies and a washing machine.... I don't know how the washing machine offended Mrs. Guthrie, but I'm not sure if it deserved what we put it through! And I rediscovered that I'm not a great skeet shooter. But it was fun all the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it was a busy but enjoyable weekend filled with great friends, family, food, fun, and fellowship. I am so thankful for this church family that God has blessed me with. Thank you all for being there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-8245201118786332827?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/8245201118786332827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-weekend.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/8245201118786332827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/8245201118786332827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/good-weekend.html' title='Good Weekend!'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-6519571622761827241</id><published>2009-10-01T23:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T23:36:32.284-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ins and outs and ups and downs....</title><content type='html'>Ever feel like you don't know how you feel? Like lately there are times when I'm sad without a reason, overjoyed without cause, contemplative without solutions, and driven, but not sure exactly where I'm driving. It's kinda like being on a roller coaster on a ship lost at sea during a hurricane... I think. Not that I have ever been on a roller coaster on a ship lost at sea during a hurricane, but maybe you get my drift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the bright side, even though I may be on said coaster-shipamabob, I know I'm not alone. Someone is sitting right next to me, going with me through everything. Jesus is the only constant in my life. I think part of the reason I have been feeling this way is because of the book I recently read. It is entitled "The Trouble With Jesus" and was written by Joseph Stowell. The book really stirred up my spirit and really got me fired up! Sometimes when I think about it, I feel like I'm not doing enough to really stand up for Jesus. And in our day and age, how can we aford not to!? This kinda tears at me and I just wanna do more to glorify His precious name. But ya know, sometimes it can be a bad thing to be running at full speed for Him. We need to remember to rest in Him too. And when we are running on high, we can get burned out and lose focus as quickly as we obtained it. There is a precious balance, and I think it's something I haven't yet learned. It's kinda like Mary and Martha when Jesus came to visit. Martha was trying to do too much! There is a time and place for everything, and I am learning to recognize the times and places for every aspect of my life. I know it's a long process to finding this balance, but I am thankful for Jesus, and for the friends and family that God has blessed me with. There are so many people in my life that encourage me and help me keep my focus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to any of you in one of the cars on this roller-shipamacoaster, remember you are not alone!! Jesus and your friends are right there with you!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-6519571622761827241?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/6519571622761827241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/ins-and-outs-and-ups-and-downs.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/6519571622761827241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/6519571622761827241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/10/ins-and-outs-and-ups-and-downs.html' title='Ins and outs and ups and downs....'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-7850184146716100185</id><published>2009-09-29T12:55:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T12:58:54.091-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back from the dead!!</title><content type='html'>Well I recently canceled both my Facebook and Myspace pages. So, some people may be saddened by this (or maybe you really don't care), but it gives me more time to blog!!! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have time to blog right now though... Lunchtime soon (I hope). My stomach be rumblin'!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-7850184146716100185?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/7850184146716100185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-dead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/7850184146716100185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/7850184146716100185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-from-dead.html' title='Back from the dead!!'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-5615743187113781980</id><published>2009-05-09T22:44:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:50:11.097-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture of a blog!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUwb1teI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UFexBJDO1Kw/s1600-h/fatfrog.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334021534010160610" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 225px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUwb1teI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UFexBJDO1Kw/s320/fatfrog.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUg06t1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/f0w_DuIkUe4/s1600-h/CobraCoFatCeramicFrogFFRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334021529820378962" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUg06t1I/AAAAAAAAAAc/f0w_DuIkUe4/s320/CobraCoFatCeramicFrogFFRG.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUpp0JMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v2GrRPejjIo/s1600-h/blog.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334021532189729986" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 232px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUpp0JMI/AAAAAAAAAAU/v2GrRPejjIo/s320/blog.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, a blog is a shortened word for the combined words "bloated" and "frog." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So... Here are three blogs. enjoy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-5615743187113781980?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/5615743187113781980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-of-blog.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5615743187113781980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5615743187113781980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/05/picture-of-blog.html' title='Picture of a blog!'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_s84sO5hx4UY/SgZAUwb1teI/AAAAAAAAAAk/UFexBJDO1Kw/s72-c/fatfrog.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-3019005069185013793</id><published>2009-05-09T22:41:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:44:04.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Secret???</title><content type='html'>I was recently asked by someone via a comment on my blog... Will my next post be about the secret?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The answer: (drum roll please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEP!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This post is entirely dedicated to the guarding of that secret. Sorry to get your hopes up Abbey....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-3019005069185013793?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/3019005069185013793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/3019005069185013793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/3019005069185013793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/05/secret.html' title='The Secret???'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-5994656377153690626</id><published>2009-05-08T19:44:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T21:05:18.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Perspective</title><content type='html'>Jim Croce wrote a song called "Time in a bottle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note. After writing that line, I looked up the song on wikipedia, to make sure he had written it, and not just performed it. I came across a sad bit of info there. The song was a number-one hit, reaching the top of the charts in December, 1973, three months after his death. That adds a bit to what I was going to say anyway. However, it's more sobering a thought now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jim Croce wrote a song called "Time in a bottle." I could write out all the lyrics for you, but if you are that interested in them, you will undoubtedly search them yourself. The line that really is the main focus of the song is: "If I could save time in a bottle/ the first thing that I'd like to do/ is to spend every day 'til eternity passes away, then I'd spend them with you..."&lt;br /&gt;Okay sorry that was more than a line. More like a verse. Haha. But can you see the point he is trying to make? The plight of a man who realized that time is precious, yet powerless to do anything with that realization. Do you ever feel that way? That urgent drive to make the most of the little time we have? God says in the bible that life is "but a vapor." The truth of this statement can cause even the best of us to lose hope. Yet, however dark and hopeless a fact, situation, or thought may be, it only takes a bit of an adjustment in our thinking to overcome the void. Jesus Christ has left this earth to "prepare a place for us." We don't need to save time in a bottle. God holds time in the palm of His hand. When I breathe my last on this earth, and my soul leaves my body, do not mourn me. I am a sinner, saved by grace. My life will not be over. Truly it will have just begun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7401773900855567902-5994656377153690626?l=lightfromlot5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/feeds/5994656377153690626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/05/jim-croce-wrote-song-called-time-in.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5994656377153690626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7401773900855567902/posts/default/5994656377153690626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lightfromlot5.blogspot.com/2009/05/jim-croce-wrote-song-called-time-in.html' title='New Perspective'/><author><name>Colin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06270490469697084706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='25' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-hveml7-6Jb4/TrIB_xewtcI/AAAAAAAAADM/8kAJxEqof-8/s220/tree-silhouette-on-blue-1094-p.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7401773900855567902.post-8195471625270896254</id><published>2009-05-05T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T23:16:56.857-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random facts</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Mmk&lt;/span&gt;. Just a few random facts about me, to help you get to know me better. Or... Maybe you already know these things. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; spontaneous. I like to have a flexible schedule. If things aren't set in stone, then my world doesn't suddenly come to a screeching halt if plans fall through the cracks. Some call it care-free.. But that makes me sound like a hippie. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;IM&lt;/span&gt; NOT A HIPPIE. Maybe call it... Um. Free-of-care. Or um.... I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;dont&lt;/span&gt; know.&lt;br /&gt;I like to read. But the book has to really capture my interest. If I get bored with it, I usually will put it down and never read it again. I like fantasy stories. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; not completely sure why, but I think it has something to do with my longing for adventure. I enjoy the Inheritance series by Christopher &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Paolini&lt;/span&gt;, boy genius. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Eregon&lt;/span&gt;, Eldest, and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Brisingr&lt;/span&gt; are very well written. Although, I have to add, the series got darker as it went on. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; still looking forward to the final (I hope) installment of the (intended) trilogy. My favorite of all time fantasy series would have to be Narnia. Extremely well written series by the great C.S. Lewis, The Chronicles of Narnia are a must read for anyone. Each book uncovers more hidden truths, through chains of events and new characters, and, of course, adventures!!! The conclusion of the series in book seven, The Final Battle, was a rather tough read. For those who enjoyed the series as I have, you may know what I mean. It seemed so hopeless at times that I didn't even want to finish the book. But the ending was &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;phenomenal&lt;/span&gt;. So if you are stuck in the doldrums of book seven, keep reading!! For an easterly wind is blowing, and it will propel you to an unforeseen amazing destination.&lt;br /&gt;Okay! Whew, that was a long paragraph. I am the same way with movies. It has to be good. And it has to make me think... Unless it is a comedy, but &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; beside the point. A good movie, to me, is one that can hold my interest, keep me guessing, and be real. If its not believable, within its own parameters, I can't handle it. Also, movies that sugarcoat reality, or movies with frivolous killing. This description probably leaves you more confused than before, alas I apologize. Talk to me about a good movie someday, and you will understand. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Haha&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I like sports. In fact, I just got done playing volleyball. I was on the floor more than I was on my feet. Ask Micah!! I like to dive. My favorite all-time sport is hockey. I started playing when I was five. It's an expensive sport, however, and I couldn't continue. I played street hockey as much as possible growing up. Long summer days were spent honing my skills in the driveway. Good memories of my childhood friend Jason flood back when I think of those days... Anyway, I used to dream about playing hockey with a team. When I came back from college, I did a little research and found a roller hockey league in Rochester. I joined and played for a summer. This past winter, I discovered pick-up hockey in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Canandaigua&lt;/span&gt;, and I learned to play on ice for the first time since I was five. Talk about a dream come true!! There is no better feeling than releasing a quick wrist shot that finds the back of the net.&lt;br /&gt;I like to play my guitar. I like to sing. I guess you could say I just plain like music. I can play the piano too, and the tin whistle. Or a least I try to play the tin whistle. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Lol&lt;/span&gt;. Some of my favorite bands are: &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Relient&lt;/span&gt; K, Pink Floyd, Petra, and... well after that it is more about favorite songs. I enjoy a wide variety of music, mostly rock, but also the occasional country or rap song. I could listen to Irish folk music all day long. I think. I have never actually tried doing that.... But my favorite genre is probably classic rock. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;CCR&lt;/span&gt;, Yes, Pink Floyd, Led Zeppelin, Crosby Stills and Nash, Neil Young, Crosby Stills Nash and Young, Jim Croce, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Jimi&lt;/span&gt; Hendrix, Foreigner, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;ELO&lt;/span&gt;, Rush, The Beatles, Simon and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;Garfunkle&lt;/span&gt;, America, The Birds, The Who, The Eagles, The Guess Who, Paul McCartney and Wings, Heart, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Fleetwood&lt;/span&gt; Mac.... The list could continue... &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_21"&gt;Im&lt;/span&gt; just tired of &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_22"&gt;thinkin&lt;/span&gt; of all these names!!! To me, this is the golden age of music. It's unfortunate there were not as many Christian artists during that era... Keith Green, Petra, and Phil &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_23"&gt;Keaggy&lt;/span&gt; are the only real Christian rock names I can think of that were birthed and thrived in that time-frame.&lt;br /&gt;One last thing to note: I sometimes like using big words. It started out as an effort to sound smarter, but when I realized that one less-known word in the place of a multiple common words is easier on the tongue and can actually get my point across in a more accurate manner.&lt;br /&gt;Okay it's time to stop boring you!!! 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