<?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-1544992772598810436</id><updated>2012-02-02T07:54:04.050-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed Mama</title><subtitle type='html'>Everyday thoughts</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>35</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-2529053358144189330</id><published>2012-02-02T07:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T07:54:04.054-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sign of the Times</title><content type='html'>&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;There was a time in my life that it did not matter what was going on in my life, I knew if I could make it to the house of God that everything would be allright. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;  It did not matter if my car had brakes, or gas I was determined that everything was going to work out if I could just make it.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;  Where is that faith now? What happened?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;  When I recieved the Holy Ghost, I was in a good place. I went to a church that was serious about God. A praying church. An anoited place. I was very sheltered from the ways of the world.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;  As time went on, I went other places and started to see things that disapointed me. Ugly attitudes that where so far removed from Jesus. The ugly side of chritianity. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;  Now I am very causious. Slow to trust. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;  I know without a shadow of a doubt that we are living in the last days. People have no love for the things of God anymore.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;Please God give me back the joy of my salvation. &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span   &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-2529053358144189330?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/2529053358144189330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=2529053358144189330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2529053358144189330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2529053358144189330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2012/02/sign-of-times.html' title='Sign of the Times'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-5707070295312733183</id><published>2011-07-23T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T11:11:19.789-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just something on my heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God filled me  with the Holy Ghost on April 16th 1995. That was the greatest thing that  had ever happened to me. I finally had found what I had been looking  for all of my life.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The road hasn't always been  easy. Lot's of twist, turns and bumps. I have managed to hang on even  though there have been times when it was just barely. I'm in it to win  it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have had my share of being hurt in church.  Church, the place where I found refuge and joy. Not a place that you  would expect hurt by fellow believers.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I have  seen many people come and go. Not everyone is drawn away by their own  lust. A good bit have left because they were offended. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;strong&gt;of·fend·ed&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;of·fend·ing&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;strong&gt;of·fends&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;v.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;tr.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. &lt;/strong&gt; To cause displeasure, anger, resentment, or wounded feelings in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. &lt;/strong&gt; To be displeasing or disagreeable &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We  alot of times as believers full of the Holy Ghost forget where we came  from. We develop a holier than thou attitude. We need to remember ALL  have sinned and come short of the glory of God. That means you and me. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We must have love for everyone. Love the sinner not the sin.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If  our brother is struggeling instead of knocking them down any further  lift them up. Show them compassion not condemnation. Love them as you  love yourself.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;If we are to call ourselves Christian we need to be one. Not only in word.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Reach out to that hurting soul. Love them. Show them Jesus.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&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/1544992772598810436-5707070295312733183?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/5707070295312733183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=5707070295312733183' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/5707070295312733183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/5707070295312733183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2011/07/just-something-on-my-heart.html' title='Just something on my heart'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-463412218940048481</id><published>2011-01-09T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-09T12:11:42.442-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;I'm sitting here thinking about everything that is going on in this world. Most of it is not good. it dosen't look to be getting any better.&lt;br /&gt;We must get prepared for the coming of the Lord. He is coming back very soon.&lt;br /&gt;A friend of ours said, We have been hearing that for years and it hasn't happened yet. We can't let ourselves fall into a slumber about it.&lt;br /&gt;1Corinthians 15:52 says &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In a moment, in the twinkling of an eye, at the last trump: for the  trumpet shall sound, and the dead shall be raised incorruptible, and we  shall be changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A twinkling of an eye is not a lot of time so prepare yourself to meet Jesus always.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-463412218940048481?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/463412218940048481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=463412218940048481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/463412218940048481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/463412218940048481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2011/01/sunday-thought.html' title='Sunday thought'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-3430461398471243552</id><published>2010-12-22T08:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-22T08:46:34.505-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;This may seem kinda rude but I have to rant about it because it really gets on my nerves.&lt;br /&gt;Christmas!! We celabrate Christmas in rememberance of the birth of Jesus. We give gifts because the wise men brought gifts to him.&lt;br /&gt;The thing that gets on my last nerve is to hear everyone talking about my kids won't have Christmas this year. Where is Jesus in all of this?&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it's just the misuse of the word. I really don't know. Christmas is not gifts. It is about God being born of a woman to come to offer himself as a sinless sacrafice because his blood was the only blood that could atone our sins.&lt;br /&gt;Please don't say that your kids won't have Christmas if you can't afford gifts. We can have Christmas everyday as long as we have Jesus!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-3430461398471243552?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/3430461398471243552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=3430461398471243552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3430461398471243552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3430461398471243552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas?'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-8033110693800435713</id><published>2010-12-18T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-18T20:53:29.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Alabama</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Life has been plugging along here since we moved back top Louisiana. It seems like things are going well. Relationships have been renewed. Lot's of good things going on.&lt;br /&gt;We have a wonderful church that we're a part of here.&lt;br /&gt;But in my heart there is a longing to be back in Alabama. I have an intence burden for the people there. God definantly has a work to be done there. He needs people there. He confirmed that he wanted us there and always took care of us. But as usual my flesh gets stronger, I get scared and run back home where I feel safe. I'm tired of running. Lord I can't keep running from your will. May 2011 be lived being obident to you my Lord!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-8033110693800435713?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/8033110693800435713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=8033110693800435713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8033110693800435713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8033110693800435713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/12/alabama.html' title='Alabama'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-1411382866136934379</id><published>2010-07-22T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-22T16:21:48.145-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Children are growing up</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Well my daughter in finally getting married this Saturday. Third time to try it but this time it will take place. They bought the licence this time. I have no idea why she has been so afraid of marriage. They have been together for 5 years. I just don't know. I'm glad that it is finally taking place THANK YOU JESUS!!&lt;br /&gt;Joshua graduated last week. He is going to be 18 Sunday. It seems like yesterday I was changing his diapers.&lt;br /&gt;Matthew will be 17 Monday. Brianna is 12 today and Mark will be 13 August 7. My babies aren't babies anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Treasure the time that they are little because one day you wake up and they have all grown up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-1411382866136934379?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/1411382866136934379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=1411382866136934379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/1411382866136934379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/1411382866136934379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/07/my-children-are-growing-up.html' title='My Children are growing up'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-570572359626358347</id><published>2010-06-19T19:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-19T19:34:52.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going to thw Theater</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Today was a strange day for me. My son Joshua and I went to see a movie. Anyone that knows me knows I don't watch t.v. or partake in things like that. I guess bordom got the best of me today.&lt;br /&gt;We went to see the Karate Kid. It was o.k. I guess. I've decided that movie theaters aren't really my thing. The seats are uncomfortable and the snacks are over priced.&lt;br /&gt;I think next time I want to spend some quality time with my children it will be something else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-570572359626358347?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/570572359626358347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=570572359626358347' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/570572359626358347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/570572359626358347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/06/going-to-thw-theater.html' title='Going to thw Theater'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-6305176500230078162</id><published>2010-06-05T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T13:35:43.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;  I know there was a time not long ago when the Apostolic church taught against watching television and going to the movies? And if any of them did they were not broadcasting it boldly over the internet.&lt;br /&gt;  It is a scary day that we are living in. The world is invading the church. Standards are being dropped. We're become lovers of pleasure more then lovers of God.&lt;br /&gt;  I know that standards aren't Heaven or Hell issues. I'm not trying to dog anyone.&lt;br /&gt;  I just feel that we are allowing to many things into our lives to take our time away from God. The internet included.&lt;br /&gt;  Be carefull of what we allow into our lives. The devil is out there trying his best to take down the people of God. Don't let him decieve you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-6305176500230078162?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/6305176500230078162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=6305176500230078162' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6305176500230078162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6305176500230078162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/06/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-8398044886041220613</id><published>2010-05-09T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-09T20:18:47.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mothers Day 2010</title><content type='html'>Today is Mother's Day. This is a special day that is set aside to honor Mom's. I'm thankful for mine. She does so much for me. She is always there when I need her. I am truly blessed.&lt;br /&gt;Mothers are so important. There are so many things that my Mom has given me. She taught me to fear God. She taught me the difference between right and wrong. To respect people.&lt;br /&gt;She has been a wonderful mother to me. I love her so much. I'm proud to call her Mom!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-8398044886041220613?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/8398044886041220613/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=8398044886041220613' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8398044886041220613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8398044886041220613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/05/mothers-day-2010.html' title='Mothers Day 2010'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-8574644020924967944</id><published>2010-05-08T12:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-08T12:36:10.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson From a strange</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff00ff;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Today we went to lunch at The  Golden Corral. There was a man there that was so happy. He was glowing  he was so happy. The kind of person that you don't mind being around.&lt;br /&gt;I  spoke to him and told him that the world would be a better place if  there were more people like him.&lt;br /&gt;He started telling us about how in  2005 he was in a bad motorcycle wreck. He almost died. He was in the  hospital for 3 months. He was in a wheelchair a year and a half. God has  been so good to him. He walks with no problem. He has scars but he is  fine. He just couldn't say enough about what God had done for him.&lt;br /&gt;He  gave him a wife. They were together 13 months and she died. Most people  would have given up. He was still praising God for the time that they  were together.&lt;br /&gt;This man truly let's the joy of the Lord be his  strength.&lt;br /&gt;If we could get a hold of this joy that he had. Alot of  times we grumble about trivial things. Each day we wake up is a gift  from God. We have the Holy Ghost and we should rejoice always. We need  to serve the Lord with gladness.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know this man's name but God  does. Let me strive to be content in all situations. This man has truly  been a witness to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-8574644020924967944?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/8574644020924967944/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=8574644020924967944' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8574644020924967944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8574644020924967944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/05/lesson-from-strange.html' title='Lesson From a strange'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-8774476840803654868</id><published>2010-03-25T20:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T20:56:07.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Homelessness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;When people hear the word homeless, they usually think of a dirty person begging for money are standing with a sign saying "will work for food".&lt;br /&gt;That isn't always the case.&lt;br /&gt;My family became homeless in September of 2009. Me, my husband, and 4 children. My husband had had a good job up untill July 11th 2009.&lt;br /&gt;Because of an office mistake we were told we didn't qualify for unemployment benifits untill the new quarter which started in October. After the layoff our car quit running too. All of this at the same time. I really didn't know what to do.&lt;br /&gt;I asked a friend if we could stay at their home for a few weeks untill we could figure something out. She said sure why not. With my family added over there we had 18 people under one roof. It was very hard. I went to Hankins Middle school where my youngest 2 children were enrolled to withdraw them from school. I didn't know where we were going I just knew I had to take them out. They wouldn't let me do it without knowing were they would be going.&lt;br /&gt;The counselar put me on the phone with Denice Reamer a social worker for the Mobile Public school system. She started telling me about a new program that was designed to help people in our situation get back on our feet. I said I was willing to give it a shot.&lt;br /&gt;It took forever to get started. We did everthing that was asked of us to do without a problem. We were told one thing one day and it changed the next. It was very stressfull but we hung in there.&lt;br /&gt;Mrs. Barbara Caddell became our soctal worker for the program. She is an awsome lady. You can tell she really cares about her clients.&lt;br /&gt;Finally after I was ready to give up we got into a place on December 23 2009. It was a apartment that was supposed to be nice and drug free. Wrong. The inside of it was patched. Doors didn't shut right, paint over the electrical plugs. Tolites that didn't work right and mold.&lt;br /&gt;Men hanging out all day and night selling drugs and doing them in broad day light. People fighting and breaking into cars. It was a mess.&lt;br /&gt;The program I feel didn't keep up their part of the deal. My gas bill finally was paid right before it was shut off. My rent wasn't paideither by the 9th and I was getting eviction threats. I got scared and moved out. I should have called Mrs. Caddell but I didn't. I was wrong for not doing so. Things just got to me. I transfered my lights on 3-12-2010 to another place thinking i was going to be evicted.&lt;br /&gt;If you all feel the need to throw me out of the program then so be it. maybe somebody else could benifit more then us. It's up to you.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks,&lt;br /&gt;Caroline Marange&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-8774476840803654868?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/8774476840803654868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=8774476840803654868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8774476840803654868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8774476840803654868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/03/homelessness.html' title='Homelessness'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-8444924162668295927</id><published>2010-02-11T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-11T16:53:02.119-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When peace isnt possiable</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="ctl00_ctl00_ctl00_cpMain_cpMain_cpMain_BulletinRead_ltl_body" class="readbulletinBody"&gt;Romans 12:18 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it be possible,  as much as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By  implication, this verse is telling us that it is not possible to live  peaceably with some people because they refuse to make peace. They take  the posture of being an enemy, being an antagonist, and they refuse to  shift from that position no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But "as much as  lieth (depends) in you" you must pursue the things that make for peace.  You need to pray, you need to communicate, and if God leads you, you  need to give a gift. And certainly with your actions, you need to  express the fact that you want peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes somebody may not  yield. They may not yield to the influence of God"s Spirit; they may not  yield to your endeavors. But once you have done all you can do, all you  can do has been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that give you a license to be rude to  them or to treat them unpleasantly? No. The next few verses address  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at Romans 12:19-21,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dearly beloved, avenge  not yourselves, but rather give place unto wrath: for it is written,  Vengeance is mine; I will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore if thine  enemy hunger, feed him; if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing  thou shalt heap coals of fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but  overcome evil with good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue to extend the olive branch. If  they never respond, at least you will have a clean conscience. God will  deal with the things that you cannot deal with. Do not take matters  into your own hands. "Vengeance is Mine," saith the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;When Peace  Isn't Possible&lt;br /&gt;Romans 12:18 says,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If it be possible, as much  as lieth in you, live peaceably with all men."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By implication,  this verse is telling us that it is not possible to live peaceably with  some people because they refuse to make peace. They take the posture of  being an enemy, being an antagonist, and they refuse to shift from that  position no matter what you do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But "as much as lieth (depends)  in you" you must pursue the things that make for peace. You need to  pray, you need to communicate, and if God leads you, you need to give a  gift. And certainly with your actions, you need to express the fact that  you want peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes somebody may not yield. They may not  yield to the influence of God"s Spirit; they may not yield to your  endeavors. But once you have done all you can do, all you can do has  been done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that give you a license to be rude to them or to  treat them unpleasantly? No. The next few verses address that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look  at Romans 12:19-21,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dearly beloved, avenge not yourselves, but  rather give place unto wrath: for it is written, Vengeance is mine; I  will repay, saith the Lord. Therefore if thine enemy hunger, feed him;  if he thirst, give him drink: for in so doing thou shalt heap coals of  fire on his head. Be not overcome of evil, but overcome evil with good."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Continue  to extend the olive branch. If they never respond, at least you will  have a clean conscience. God will deal with the things that you cannot  deal with. Do not take matters into your own hands. "Vengeance is Mine,"  saith the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-8444924162668295927?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/8444924162668295927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=8444924162668295927' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8444924162668295927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8444924162668295927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2010/02/when-peace-isnt-possiable.html' title='When peace isnt possiable'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-565342304974506239</id><published>2010-01-01T16:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T16:22:10.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/Sz6RpE7MOmI/AAAAAAAAABw/PG92GkG7pHo/s1600-h/027_27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/Sz6RpE7MOmI/AAAAAAAAABw/PG92GkG7pHo/s320/027_27.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421931136283327074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Today is the start of a brand new year. I want to be positive and have a wonderful year. Last year started bad and ended bad.&lt;br /&gt;In July, things started going wrong. On July 11, my husband was laid off. He was told he didn't have enough paid in for unemployment. We would have to wait until October.&lt;br /&gt;While waiting, I couldn't keep my place so I had to move in with friends.&lt;br /&gt;My car stopped running. It was rough.&lt;br /&gt;My pastor resigned from our church. It got bad for a while.&lt;br /&gt;In October we finall started getting our unemployment. I found a nice little car on Halloween and bought it. Things were looking up.&lt;br /&gt;The nurse that came to the house told me she had a house that she would rent to me. We took it.&lt;br /&gt;The day we moved in my husband wrecked my car. That was December 1, 2009.&lt;br /&gt;He chopped his leg with an ax. My dog Missy died on the 4th.&lt;br /&gt;Then December 5th the house burned to the ground with all of our stuff in it.&lt;br /&gt;GOD IS GOOD.&lt;br /&gt;I got a new van. A new apartment and all of my things replaced.&lt;br /&gt;I just pray that 2010 goes smother then 2009.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-565342304974506239?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/565342304974506239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=565342304974506239' 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204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm a member of Facebook. It is an awesome site. I love being able to reconnect with people that have been in my life one way or another.&lt;br /&gt;Most of my friends are church people. People add me and I look on their friend list to find other old friends.&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling very sad. I find lots of people from my past. I see their pictures and from the looks of them they have traded their life of holiness for a life of worldliness. It makes me sick to my stomach.&lt;br /&gt;This world is bad. We need to stay closer to Jesus more than ever. If we want to make it we have to. This hour we're living in is not the time to be comprimising. It is so scary.&lt;br /&gt;We need to get serious about living for God. We need a made up mind. We need to take a stand that we are going to try like nerver before. In Jesus name I have to make it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-3129166962658926714?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/3129166962658926714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=3129166962658926714' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3129166962658926714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3129166962658926714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/08/what-is-going-on.html' title='What is going on?'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-8821814224479000256</id><published>2009-06-01T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-01T21:49:20.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Obeservations</title><content type='html'>As I look around i wonder what is happining to everyone. It looks as everyone has turned away from a life of holliness. Things that didn't go then are being looked over and allowed. What is this world coming to? I know that it's just standards but come on.&lt;br /&gt;Since when did the word of God change? I know my bible says Jesus is the same yesterday and today.&lt;br /&gt;Why are all of our sisters cutting their hair? Trimming are whatever you want to call it.I know what my bible says about it.  First Corinthians 11 says that it is a shame for a woman to cut her hair. That is the word.&lt;br /&gt;My eyes are open and it is scairy. Please everyone don't get distracted with the world. Time is running out quickly. In Jesus name!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-8821814224479000256?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/8821814224479000256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=8821814224479000256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8821814224479000256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/8821814224479000256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/06/more-obeservations.html' title='More Obeservations'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-4520871145809923658</id><published>2009-05-28T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T07:26:11.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just me ranting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Maybe its just me but has the church forgotten what our porpose is? Have we become seekers of pleasure more than being about our father's buisness? That's just how it seems to me.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not talking about worldly people. I'm talking about Holy Ghost filled people. People that are at church every time the door is open. That is what scares me.&lt;br /&gt;We are truly in the last days. We need revival in our own selves.&lt;br /&gt;We say we're seperate from the world but are we.?&lt;br /&gt;We must be about our father's buisness.  We seek ye first the kingdom of God. If not we are just decieving ourselves.&lt;br /&gt;The ritious will scarcly be saved. We need to wake up. This is not an hour of slumber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-4520871145809923658?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/4520871145809923658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=4520871145809923658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/4520871145809923658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/4520871145809923658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/05/just-me-ranting.html' title='Just me ranting'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-189454737200007876</id><published>2009-05-27T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T14:33:14.724-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Graduation from W.C. Griggs</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today my babies graduated from 5th grade. I am so proud of them. Mark nd Brianna got lot of awards. Brianna got the President"s Award and will be recieving a letter from Barock Obama.&lt;br /&gt;It seems like yesterday they were in diapers and bottles. They grow up so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Next school year is homeschool. I'm excited about it. I've been going over which books to get and such. I feel it will be better for them.&lt;br /&gt;We live in such an evil world. This will also free us up to travel more.&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to begin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-189454737200007876?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/189454737200007876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=189454737200007876' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/189454737200007876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/189454737200007876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/05/graduation-from-wc-griggs.html' title='Graduation from W.C. Griggs'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-2429272324757500992</id><published>2009-05-26T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-26T09:27:57.047-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is wrong with me</title><content type='html'>I've been kinda depressed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;latly&lt;/span&gt;. I've been trying to get my kids ready for &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;homeschool&lt;/span&gt; next year. It's kinda &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;overwealming&lt;/span&gt;. I've been angry about a few situations. I miss my family and friends in La.&lt;br /&gt;I know God is in control. I'm not questioning him. I just don't understand it all.&lt;br /&gt;But one day I will. I just have to hang on to that promise.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-2429272324757500992?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/2429272324757500992/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=2429272324757500992' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2429272324757500992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2429272324757500992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/05/what-is-wrong-with-me.html' title='What is wrong with me'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-5672010836629669773</id><published>2009-01-24T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-24T06:52:33.321-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The lesson of being content in every situation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;We have been homeless since December 17, 2008. It has been a long hard road. We would have never made it if it wasn't for God. He's been with us every step of the way.&lt;br /&gt;We've never had to sleep outside. He has always provided for us a place to sleep at night.&lt;br /&gt;We've always been able to eat. It may not have been what we wanted but it was food.&lt;br /&gt;At times, I would get down right in my flesh and mumer and complain.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldnt want to talk to anyone. I would cry myself to sleep at times.&lt;br /&gt;For the new year, I went to church and the man of God preached on New Years Resolutions. Here is what he talked about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 4:4&lt;br /&gt;"Rejoice in the Lord always: and again I say rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;Be full of joy all of the time. He has filled you with the Holy Ghost. We have so much to rejoice for.&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 4:8&lt;br /&gt;"Finally breathren, whatsoever things are true, whatsoever things are honest, whatsoever things are just, whatsoever things are pure, whatsoever things are lovely, whatsoever things are of a good report; if there be any virtue, and if there be any praise, think on these things.&lt;br /&gt;In a nutshell, fill your mind on good things. Think on positive things all of the time.&lt;br /&gt;Here is the biggest thing for me to learn;&lt;br /&gt;Phillipians 4:11&lt;br /&gt;"Not tht I speak in respect of want: For I have learned, in whatsoever state I am, therewith to be content.&lt;br /&gt;I have to admit this one was hard. Everyday has been a struggle learning to be content no matter what. It has been a learning expierience for sure.&lt;br /&gt;I believe if we could all get a grip on being content we would all be happier people.&lt;br /&gt;On a better note, my husband started working Wed and by faith, we won't be homeless soon anymore.&lt;br /&gt;In Jesus name!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-5672010836629669773?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/5672010836629669773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=5672010836629669773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/5672010836629669773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/5672010836629669773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/01/lesson-of-being-content-in-every.html' title='The lesson of being content in every situation'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-17277253741318465</id><published>2009-01-01T08:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-01T09:04:50.175-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Daddy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;My father , Robert Eugene Dawson Sr. died when I was 15 years old. I often think about the things that he did. He was a man than believed in honesty and hard work. Keeping his word. I have very fond memories of him.&lt;br /&gt;The thing I miss the most about him was that he was gone before i got to have a real relationship with him. As adults do. Talking with each as friends.&lt;br /&gt;He taught me the 10 comandments. To be faithful to the house of God. Things that were for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;It's like that with my father in Heaven. When I first started serving him, he dealt with me on many things. He corrected me when I needed it. Molding me in his image.&lt;br /&gt;As I've grown up I've developed a relationship. A friendship. We talk and have sweet fellowship together. All of the things that I wish I had with my earthly father.&lt;br /&gt;Thank You Jesus for being my daddy, my friend. I pray that people see you in me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-17277253741318465?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/17277253741318465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=17277253741318465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/17277253741318465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/17277253741318465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-daddy.html' title='My Daddy'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-2591462496895204236</id><published>2008-12-29T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-29T16:28:18.052-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Bye 2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2008 is drawing to a close. This has been a year of many ups and downs for us. More downs than ups. I'm believing God for a better year. No looking back in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see more people saved in Jesus name. I'm going to be a better witness for Jesus in 2009. I'm going to lose weight and get my blood sugar   under control in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;This is going to be the best year in Jesus name!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-2591462496895204236?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/2591462496895204236/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=2591462496895204236' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2591462496895204236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2591462496895204236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/12/good-bye-2008.html' title='Good Bye 2008'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-3168884939550945014</id><published>2008-12-21T22:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T22:04:01.789-08:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUTH</title><content type='html'>The Jehovah's Witness out door knocking one day. This Apostolic man&lt;br /&gt;answered his door and as she begin to talk he told her that he has the&lt;br /&gt;truth. That lady then asked him a very important question after that.&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU HAVE THE TRUTH, THEN WHY ARENT YOU KNOCKING ON MY DOOR?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was like a slap in the face to us Apostolics. We have this wonderful&lt;br /&gt;truth and alot of times we never even share it with others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then you have these people that are in false doctrine that aren't afraid to go out into the highways and o byways with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to wake up and reach out. There are people that need direction.&lt;br /&gt;They need love. But most of all they need Truth. Without truth there is&lt;br /&gt;no hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We need to be bold. Not afraid of regection. We have what everyone out here is looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't be ashamed to let your light shine into this world of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that GREATER is HE that is in you than he that is in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's all go forth in Jesus name and make 2009 a great harvest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-3168884939550945014?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/3168884939550945014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=3168884939550945014' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3168884939550945014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3168884939550945014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth.html' title='TRUTH'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-1578016857907433187</id><published>2008-12-20T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T08:12:53.669-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Homeless for Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;Thursday we left Louisiana. No looking back. It's time to go forward in Jesus name.&lt;br /&gt;Right now we're in Milton Florida visiting my inlaws. After the first we're headed to Mobile Alabama.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what tommorow brings but I do know who makes tommorow. Keep us in your prayers.&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on to the promise of revival in 2009!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-1578016857907433187?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/1578016857907433187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=1578016857907433187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/1578016857907433187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/1578016857907433187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/12/homeless-for-christmas.html' title='Homeless for Christmas'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-742059409025180149</id><published>2008-10-26T12:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-26T12:43:51.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SQTIaxtakdI/AAAAAAAAABg/WvjlXXCV4Mc/s1600-h/Caroline%27s+899.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SQTIaxtakdI/AAAAAAAAABg/WvjlXXCV4Mc/s320/Caroline%27s+899.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261550627021558226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Last night we found out that my daughter's first true love Phillip passed away. He was 22 years old. He was killed in a car wreck on his way to work.&lt;br /&gt;So young. He thought he had his whole world ahead of him. He had 2 children. A 3 year old son and a 17 month old daughter. Their to young to remember him.&lt;br /&gt;When him and Brittany dated, he would come to church with us. He even had a friend from our church. But he decided he didn't want any part of it.&lt;br /&gt;So sad that he slipped into eternity at such a young age. The sadest part was he had rejected this precious truth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Hebrews 9:27 (King James Version)&lt;/h3&gt;  &lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-KJV-30133" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt;And as it is appointed unto men once to die, but after this the judgment:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Please let this be a reminder that life is temporary. We are appointed so long to be on this earth. Don't put off serving God. We must always be ready to me him and have our oils full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everyone will have a chance to know this truth. Don't reject it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="result-text-style-normal"&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-KJV-30133" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-742059409025180149?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/742059409025180149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=742059409025180149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/742059409025180149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/742059409025180149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/10/last-night-we-found-out-that-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SQTIaxtakdI/AAAAAAAAABg/WvjlXXCV4Mc/s72-c/Caroline%27s+899.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-1782771950492359965</id><published>2008-10-23T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T11:10:39.722-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I serve an awesome God</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;God has been so good to me. He never ceases to amaze me of his mercy. I was getting ready for church when my dogs started barking. I went to investigate. It was on of my neighbors. She gave me 80 dollars. She said that the Lord had told her I needed it. I was so touched. He knows our needs.&lt;br /&gt;I guess it may make more since if I tell you my situation.&lt;br /&gt;Last month we had to evacuate because of Gustav. We were away from home almost 3 weeks. My husband was without work. Then at the end of the month he was let go due to not enough work.&lt;br /&gt;We've been trying to get unemployment. We're still waiting on it to go through due to all of the delays with the storms. We've been slipping further behind to where we are about to be without lights and on the street.&lt;br /&gt;By faith I know things are going to get better. My bible says that he will never leave me or forsake me.&lt;br /&gt;He knows where we are. My neighbor proved that to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-1782771950492359965?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/1782771950492359965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=1782771950492359965' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/1782771950492359965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/1782771950492359965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-serve-awesome-god.html' title='I serve an awesome God'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-758294970754464712</id><published>2008-10-13T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T20:59:09.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lifes Second Chances</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Today we were driving down the road when we pulled over to turn around. My husband didn't see the big red dump truck flying down the road. He pulled out in front of him barely making it out of his way. I saw my life flash before me. That quick and we would have been sent into eternity. It really has got me thinking. I've started rethinking m life.&lt;br /&gt;God could have let that truck hit us. I'm so thankful that he has given me another chance to serve him. I want to have a better walk with him. i want to be closer then ever.&lt;br /&gt;I feel privaledged that he has allowed me to raise my children. I want to be 100% for him.&lt;br /&gt;He is a god  of second chances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-758294970754464712?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/758294970754464712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=758294970754464712' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/758294970754464712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/758294970754464712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/10/lifes-second-chances.html' title='Lifes Second Chances'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-6816830006482258991</id><published>2008-10-08T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T22:00:16.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be a Witness</title><content type='html'>The Lord has done so much for us. I don't know where we would be if it wasnt for his tender mercy.&lt;br /&gt;I wasnt raised in this. My sister brought me to church at a very early age. I'm so thankful for her. She taught me to love god and it stayed with me.&lt;br /&gt;Before i was in church i had moved to a place that had a Pentecostal family. It was a rough place were we lived. lots of drinking and such.&lt;br /&gt;then there was a lady with her husband and 5 children there. They were different. They didnt watch t.v.They were always going to church.&lt;br /&gt;I never went to church with them or anything but i liked being around them. There was just something different about them. There was a spark started in me. I can't explain it.&lt;br /&gt;I moved away and thank God he sent people into our lives that brought us into this wonderful truth. When I recieved the Holy ghost, I went to see these people. They were fixing to move back where they were from. Sadly she told me they had backslid. The world had overtook them.&lt;br /&gt;I pray that they are back in church now. They are from pitkin La. I heard they live in DeRidder.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway my point is we may be the only bible that some people ever see. Let your light show brightly with love. Jesus loved everyone. He loves the sinner just not the sin.&lt;br /&gt;I know I was very unlovable at the time. Let your light shine and love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-6816830006482258991?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/6816830006482258991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=6816830006482258991' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6816830006482258991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6816830006482258991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/10/be-witness.html' title='Be a Witness'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-2646467858306412059</id><published>2008-10-07T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T18:11:02.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a Thought</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I was wondering about something. If we all believe the Acts 2:38 message then why does it seem like we are competing against each other? I can't understand it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;I'm very blessed to live in a town with 2 Apostolic churches. Some of our church members recieved an email from the pastor of the other church asking us if we wanted to come to a good church to come there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;It kinda makes you wonder.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are all supposed to be in this together. Working for the same goal to hear "Well done my good and faithful servant".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just think of the power we would have if we could all get in to unity together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;On the day of Pentecost the were all in one mind and one accord when they recieved the Holy Ghost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Courier New,Courier,mono;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If we could all get to that place, How many people could we reach? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Think about it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Whether you be UPC, ALJC, Independent Jesus name we are all part of the body of Christ. We need each other. Lets not just reach out to the lost but to each other too. Encourage each other as we fight this fight together.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-2646467858306412059?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/2646467858306412059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=2646467858306412059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2646467858306412059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2646467858306412059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/10/just-thought.html' title='Just a Thought'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-5912099588945208231</id><published>2008-09-29T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T21:34:36.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Can't We All Get Along?????///</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;Why can't we all get along? This is the question of the day.&lt;br /&gt;When I moved back to Louisiana last year I moved to Holden.Holden is far away from my home church so we decided to go to a new work that was closer to my home. It is small and needing people that are willing vessels to work in the kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;Every time  I see someone from the other church, they think I'm back slidding because I'm not going there.&lt;br /&gt;I just wonder why can't we all work together for the kingdom of God?&lt;br /&gt;We all have the same goal. We should all love one another and help each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-5912099588945208231?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/5912099588945208231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=5912099588945208231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/5912099588945208231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/5912099588945208231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/09/why-cant-we-all-get-along.html' title='Why Can&apos;t We All Get Along?????///'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-6135162812272072883</id><published>2008-09-29T20:43:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-29T20:49:41.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>pondering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;My youngest child's name is Brianna. She is 10. We were having a childrens outreach at church over the weekend. She invited a friend from church. She came and brought her 5 brothers with her. The most amazing thing was this family had been begging their mom to find them a church to go to. It amazes me how God uses a child. I love Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-6135162812272072883?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/6135162812272072883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=6135162812272072883' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6135162812272072883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6135162812272072883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/09/pondering.html' title='pondering'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-6690957739657652791</id><published>2008-09-25T20:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T20:10:18.337-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What is Life?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;What is life but a vapor?&lt;br /&gt;We take life for granted. We go to sleep with out a care.&lt;br /&gt;You must be ready to meet your God at all times. We are not promised tommorow.&lt;br /&gt;We're coming up to a year that my cousin Lisa had died. She was 40 years old. She woke up one morning and had a massive heart attack. She was someone that thought she had all the time in the world.&lt;br /&gt;She had been baptised in Jesus name. She just had put off serving God. She always said she would someday. Well her someday never did come.&lt;br /&gt;Don't put off serving him. Jesus is coming back soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-6690957739657652791?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/6690957739657652791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=6690957739657652791' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6690957739657652791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/6690957739657652791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/09/what-is-life.html' title='What is Life?'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-3994010489146575759</id><published>2008-09-21T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-21T22:04:17.384-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where God Brought me from</title><content type='html'>I wasn't brought up in church. I had always been to the Baptist church growing up. My family was anything but church goers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my husband and me got married, we were big time heathens. After nine months of marriage, I found out I was pregnant with our first child. It changed my whole outlook on life. I wanted to raise my children in a Godly home. His family was Methodist , not really practising but whenever they did go it was there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We started going to this Baptist church that I had attened when I was a child. They always were having get togethers but I felt empty in church. It was dead and boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 year and 1 day after Joshua was born, I had our second son Matthew. I desired us to serve God but quit the Baptist church. I was hungry and searching. I started at this Methodist church. I went but felt emptier there. I still went seeking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About the time when Matthew was a year, I found out I was pregnant again. I lost the baby at 12 1/2 weeks. I had to have emergency surgery. I smoked and the dr told me I was going to die if I didnt quit. I stopped for 3 days and desided I would die happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This friend that my husband had grown up with moved here to go to work. When he came for the interview, He brought his wife. I had herd stories of her waking in the morning and popping open a can of beer and all kinds of wild stories. When I saw her she had a long dress on and long hair. I asked him why didnt he tell me she was Pentecostal? He said he didnt know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She began to tell me how God had rocked her world and changed her from the inside out. I was so drawn to everything she was saying. I was hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They went back to Florida. He came and started his job a month later. He worked at night. The nights he was off he would come hang out at our house. I had all kinds of questions. He started bringing his bible over and we'd study till 4 am. He had never had the Holy Ghost but he knew the truth. He just hadnt sold out to Jesus. The world had a big hold on him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all decided to go to church on Sunday night. We sat on the back row. But I will tell you, I can remember everything that was preached on. The singing was awesome. I felt something there I had never felt in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went home and I went back to the other church. Something had been sparked in me. He went back home. But God knows where we're at. He moved a single mom with no car next door to me. She went to a Pentecostal church. And, she needed a ride to church 1 night. I brought her and she asked me to stay. They were praying for the Holy Ghost to touch someone that really needed it. I almost passed out. It got me thinking that maybe there was something to this Holy Ghost. I had asked Jesus to come into my heart all my life and never felt any different. I figured if Acts 2:38 was real, it wouldnt happen to me cause I had been to bad. But we serve a God of Mercy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went to Florida to visit hi friend and wife for Easter Weekend in April 1995. They asked me if I wanted the Holy Ghost. I repented and we prayed. I felt God all over me. It was warm and real. I decided to be baptised that night in Jesus Name. I recieved the Holy Ghost and that night I was delivered from ciggerettes, a filthy mouth. I was set free. That was what I had been looking for all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The road hasnt always been easy but he has never left me or forsaken me. He's always there and always on time. He's done so many mireacles in my life it would take a while to tell them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-3994010489146575759?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/3994010489146575759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=3994010489146575759' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3994010489146575759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/3994010489146575759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/09/where-god-brought-me-from.html' title='Where God Brought me from'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1544992772598810436.post-2439472818986505256</id><published>2008-04-04T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T23:34:53.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My God is Real</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;I'm so glad that my God is real. I don't have to worry cause he's only a prayer away. He knows what I have need of before I even ask. I know is name. It's Jesus. The king of kings and Lord or Lords.&lt;br /&gt;I want to make Heaven my home someday. I want to hear well done.&lt;br /&gt;I don't want to hear depart from me you workers of in equity.&lt;br /&gt;All I can do is repent daily and keep walking with him that saved me.&lt;br /&gt;I know that my God is real cause he lives in my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1544992772598810436-2439472818986505256?l=mamamarange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/feeds/2439472818986505256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1544992772598810436&amp;postID=2439472818986505256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2439472818986505256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1544992772598810436/posts/default/2439472818986505256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mamamarange.blogspot.com/2008/04/my-god-is-real.html' title='My God is Real'/><author><name>mamamarange</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09943009580277803190</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_U2hYHBjhSdc/SNxVVGnxUdI/AAAAAAAAABE/Mjj2QDaPNdA/S220/Caroline%27s+1506.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
