<?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-252247528951019914</id><updated>2011-11-27T22:30:00.443-05:00</updated><category term='theology'/><category term='spiritual disciplines'/><category term='discipleship'/><category term='horticulture'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='random'/><title type='text'>3 French Hens</title><subtitle type='html'>For now we see in a mirror dimly, but then face to face; now I know in part, but then I will know fully just as I also have been fully known.

But now these three remain: faith, hope and love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>46</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5129110524146475676</id><published>2010-11-03T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-11-03T23:11:56.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to be free</title><summary type='text'>to be free means......to be free from ourselves,from our untruth,in which it seems as if I alone were the center of the world...to be free from myselfin orderto be free for others___Dietrich BonhoefferJuly 24, 1932</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5129110524146475676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be-free.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5129110524146475676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5129110524146475676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/11/to-be-free.html' title='to be free'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5395294096511162733</id><published>2010-01-25T21:41:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T22:45:16.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Through Gates of Splendor" Ch 1</title><summary type='text'>Studying at Books-A-Million last night. I'm a bookstore studier - the smelling and sipping of coffee, a study break to peruse the books, the sound of blurred conversations and mellow music in the background - these little pleasures make studying a treat. During last night's study break perusal, I stumbled upon 'The Gates of Splendor' by Elisabeth Elliot. I read the first chapter and decided to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5395294096511162733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/01/through-gates-of-splendor-ch-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5395294096511162733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5395294096511162733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/01/through-gates-of-splendor-ch-1.html' title='&quot;Through Gates of Splendor&quot; Ch 1'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5387262988108351655</id><published>2010-01-23T10:23:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-25T21:38:32.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Live a Lover's Life</title><summary type='text'>And this I pray, that your love may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve the things that are excellent, in order to be sincere and blameless...-the apostle Paul writing to the Philippians ch. 1, vs. 9-10_________________So this is my prayer: that your love will flourish and that you will not only love much, but well. Learn to love appropriately</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5387262988108351655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-lovers-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5387262988108351655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5387262988108351655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/01/live-lovers-life.html' title='Live a Lover&apos;s Life'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-9037208228473897973</id><published>2010-01-02T14:52:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T22:55:03.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'Faith My Eyes'</title><summary type='text'>So keep'em coming these lines on the roadAnd keep me responsible be it a light or heavy loadAnd keep me guessing with these blessings in disguiseAnd I'll walk with grace my feet and faith my eyes</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/9037208228473897973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-my-eyes.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/9037208228473897973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/9037208228473897973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2010/01/faith-my-eyes.html' title='&apos;Faith My Eyes&apos;'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-475016782166883007</id><published>2009-12-21T08:02:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T08:05:49.625-05:00</updated><title type='text'>traveling wisdom</title><summary type='text'>Enter through the narrow gate; for the gate is wide and the way is broad that leads to destruction, and many are those who enter through it.  For the gate is small and the way is narrow that leads to life, and there are few who find it.Matthew 7:13-14</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/475016782166883007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/traveling-wisdom.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/475016782166883007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/475016782166883007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/traveling-wisdom.html' title='traveling wisdom'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-4829598137190593487</id><published>2009-12-19T18:53:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T13:09:27.298-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thy Kingdom Come</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 65:9You visit the earth and cause it to overflow.________________A friend recently told me that in the Catholic church they practice novena. I'm not Catholic and didn't know what that was so I looked it up and found that it is nine days of prayer and devotion to obtain special graces. It has a long and diverse history that I didn't fully read about, but in the past it has been practiced at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4829598137190593487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/thy-kingdom-come.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/4829598137190593487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/4829598137190593487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/thy-kingdom-come.html' title='Thy Kingdom Come'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-7017801131904961515</id><published>2009-12-08T21:37:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T20:27:46.815-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mansfield Park</title><summary type='text'>"I see more distinctly through the rain."___________ "Beware of fainting fits. Beware of swoons."___________"I do not trust him... his sole interest is in being loved, not in loving."___________“Are you certain?”“I have no talent for certainty.”__________"Run mad as long as you choose, but do not faint."__________"Its just that the temptation was too strong for a mind unused to making any sort of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7017801131904961515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/mansfield-park.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/7017801131904961515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/7017801131904961515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/mansfield-park.html' title='Mansfield Park'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-2902672128530085168</id><published>2009-12-03T21:41:00.015-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-01T09:50:28.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>but I'm just asking You tonight...</title><summary type='text'>I just got a new computer (well, &gt;2 mos. ago), but still, I haven't gotten any music on it yet, so I put a cd in at the beginning of the week, and have just been listening to that same cd ("Can You Hear Us?") over and over. Currently my favorite song is track 5: "Elizabeth". I can't decided whether I find it encouraging or discouraging. __________________and You can save a whole nation at a time,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2902672128530085168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-im-just-asking-you-tonight.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2902672128530085168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2902672128530085168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/but-im-just-asking-you-tonight.html' title='but I&apos;m just asking You tonight...'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-1695500549941349277</id><published>2009-12-03T20:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-10T21:02:24.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sex Sells</title><summary type='text'>So, supposedly there's a clothes store in NYC where the window display consists of live models dressing and undressing. They were talking about it on the news, and two commentators were brought in to discuss whether this was morally ok. The commentator in favor of the window display argued the following: "Sex Sells!" Indeed it does. ..."What in the world kind of arguement is that!?!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1695500549941349277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-sells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1695500549941349277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1695500549941349277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/12/sex-sells.html' title='Sex Sells'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-2893546604575027150</id><published>2009-11-22T10:00:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:20:35.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I like to argue</title><summary type='text'>Though He slay me, I will hope in Him.Nevertheless I will argue my ways before HimJob 13:15________________"Jacob wrestled the angel and the angel was overcome."U2_________________Oh, it's gonna take some blood to see the nations comecome now, let us gotrack 12 from the album "Can you Hear Us"____________________He prayed more fervently, and he was in such agony of spirit that his sweat fell to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2893546604575027150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/11/though-he-slay-me-i-will-hope-in-him.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2893546604575027150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2893546604575027150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/11/though-he-slay-me-i-will-hope-in-him.html' title='I like to argue'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-4761309559892107922</id><published>2009-11-22T09:58:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:50:38.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a living being</title><summary type='text'>Then the Lord God formed man of dust from the ground and breathed into his nostrils the breath of life; and man became a living being.Genesis 2:7 _______________Dust and breath. Not one or the other, but both. There is an animal nature in us...to protect ourselves, to feed ourselves, to reproduce ourselves...and all the chemical, physiological STUFF of our material bodies that make us that way. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4761309559892107922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-lord-god-formed-man-of-dust-from.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/4761309559892107922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/4761309559892107922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/11/then-lord-god-formed-man-of-dust-from.html' title='a living being'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-8879671285502644826</id><published>2009-11-21T15:12:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T22:55:11.204-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Art of Loving and Running</title><summary type='text'>It is week 12 of my training for the Gainesville marathon set for Valentine's Day 2010. I'm hoping not only to finish the race, but also to run fast enough to qualify for the Boston Marathon. It is a lofty goal for me... and one that I'm not so sure I am capable of attaining...I'm considering another goal for Valentine's Day as well. It is even loftier... and one that I'm quite positive I'll not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8879671285502644826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-loving-and-running.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8879671285502644826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8879671285502644826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/11/art-of-loving-and-running.html' title='The Art of Loving and Running'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-8258842184736105962</id><published>2009-09-08T10:38:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T19:09:52.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>just being with it</title><summary type='text'>"not everything can be fixed or solved...feel the difference between trying to fix it and just being with it."-Ruth Haley Barton</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8258842184736105962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/09/resolution.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8258842184736105962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8258842184736105962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/09/resolution.html' title='just being with it'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-1648679707175953432</id><published>2009-08-30T13:09:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-22T21:50:07.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a Sunday morning</title><summary type='text'>1. A reminder: God can salvage our mistakes: even the big mistakes. Didn't he raise the dead?, heal the paralytic?2. A challenge: God is powerful - do we only ask God for things that we can already take care of, or do we dare ask for the things that can only come about if He steps in - do we believe that He'll step in?3. A blessing at the altar: "thank you for the calling You have put in her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1648679707175953432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-morning-at-church-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1648679707175953432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1648679707175953432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/08/sunday-morning-at-church-1.html' title='a Sunday morning'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-809741515108750720</id><published>2009-08-08T13:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T21:22:32.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>graceful posture</title><summary type='text'>I know I write the same things over and over, but I keep forgetting what I write, then the truth hits me again - hits me as if for the first time, and I can't help writing about it again. So here goes another song lyric and running narrative..._____In this posture let me liveand "hosannas" daily givein this temper let me dieand "hosannas" ever crythis is a favorite - it's the last verse from the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/809741515108750720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/08/graceful-posture.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/809741515108750720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/809741515108750720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/08/graceful-posture.html' title='graceful posture'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5823442669432857510</id><published>2009-07-29T09:58:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-29T11:02:50.351-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ridiculous</title><summary type='text'>"The right to be ridiculous is something I hold dear"U2_____Everyone wants to be cool.  I try to be cool, but its just so hard:)  Its neither hot nor cold, just somewhere in the middle - apathetic.  Its "cool" to be cool, "cool" to be apathetic, to not care, to be unaffected and without emotion - don't let any body or any situation rattle you.  But its so hard because our little human heart is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5823442669432857510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/ridiculous.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5823442669432857510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5823442669432857510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/ridiculous.html' title='Ridiculous'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-2738416324885097764</id><published>2009-07-19T14:22:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-19T15:30:46.740-04:00</updated><title type='text'>just keep going</title><summary type='text'>Today I got to read the first lesson and psalm in church.  I love to read aloud - so this task fits me well:)  Today's reading was quite long though, and contained a list of OT names that weren't so easy to pronounce, so I wasn't totally feeling it and hurried my way through.  Feelings are so unreliable I've discovered (again and again and again...).  They were unreliable again today.  This "long</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2738416324885097764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-keep-going.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2738416324885097764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2738416324885097764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/just-keep-going.html' title='just keep going'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-6655171677475481964</id><published>2009-07-17T11:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:19:31.978-04:00</updated><title type='text'>travelling in Gainesville</title><summary type='text'>I've got this energy beneath my feetlike something underground's gonna come up and carry me.I love to travel.  For the past two weeks I've been house and dog sitting for a family on the other side of town.  They will return this afternoon, so this morning I packed up my stuff and drove back to my house in NW Gainesville.  As soon as my body is put in motion, my mind takes off as well.  I don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6655171677475481964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-this-energy-beneath-my-feet.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6655171677475481964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6655171677475481964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/ive-got-this-energy-beneath-my-feet.html' title='travelling in Gainesville'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-1179586938680592686</id><published>2009-07-17T10:41:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-17T11:02:32.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another day</title><summary type='text'>Through another day, another trial, another chance to reconcile to one who sees past all I can seeAgain my perspective unravels, again my mind needs renewed.  Always coming back, cause I'm always wandering off.  Prone to wander...Lord, my will has deceived meplease come and free mecome rescue this childfor I long to be reconciled to yourefine meall I can do is give my heart and soul to youand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1179586938680592686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1179586938680592686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1179586938680592686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/another-day.html' title='another day'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5207586079563368222</id><published>2009-07-16T15:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-16T15:11:37.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>swing low!</title><summary type='text'>I'm waiting on the light to change...Oh, love won't let you goit bends and reaches lowand love alone is not enough to hold us upwe've got to touch your robeso swing your robe down lowSwing Low! Sweet Chariot!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5207586079563368222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/swing-low.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5207586079563368222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5207586079563368222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/swing-low.html' title='swing low!'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-8328794683526066538</id><published>2009-07-14T11:43:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T20:58:48.938-05:00</updated><title type='text'>too wonderful for me</title><summary type='text'>this morning's psalm:139O LORD, You have searched me and known me.You know when I sit down and when I rise up;You understand my thought from afar.You scrutinize my path and my lying down,And are intimately acquainted with all my ways.Even before there is a word on my tongue,Behold, O LORD, You know it all.You have enclosed me behind and before,And laid Your hand upon me.Such knowledge is too </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8328794683526066538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-mornings-psalm-139-o-lord-you-have.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8328794683526066538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8328794683526066538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/this-mornings-psalm-139-o-lord-you-have.html' title='too wonderful for me'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-3021032392957683701</id><published>2009-07-12T15:32:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-13T14:26:02.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the liturgy</title><summary type='text'>...Remake us and lead us by your spirit, the comforter......and blessed be His kingdom, now, and forever. Amen...Almighty God, to whom all hearts are open, all desires known......You are seated at the right hand of the Father, receive our prayer......as it was in the beginning, is now, and will be forever. Amen....Through Him all things were made. For us and for our salvation.....May we also come</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3021032392957683701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/liturgy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/3021032392957683701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/3021032392957683701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/liturgy.html' title='the liturgy'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-4894680108477582012</id><published>2009-07-03T12:33:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T21:03:15.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long and slow</title><summary type='text'>Psalm 52Create in me a clean heart O Godand renew a steadfast spirit within meDo not cast me away from your presenceand do not take your Holy Spirit from meRestore to me the joy of your salvationand sustain me with a willing spirit._____________I am trying to teach my mindto bear the long, slow growthof the fields, and to singof its passing while it waits-Wendell Berry_____________In this posture</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/4894680108477582012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-and-slow.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/4894680108477582012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/4894680108477582012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/07/long-and-slow.html' title='long and slow'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-8181877446960112032</id><published>2009-03-22T22:09:00.017-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:29:04.255-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Growing Pains</title><summary type='text'>There is no growth without change; there is no change without fear or loss; and there is no loss without pain.  Every change involves a loss of some kind:  You must let go of old ways to experience the new.  We fear these losses, even if our old ways were self-defeating, because like a worn out pair of shoes, they were at least comfortable and familiar.Rick Warren, The Purpose Driven Life________</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8181877446960112032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-pains.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8181877446960112032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8181877446960112032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/growing-pains.html' title='Growing Pains'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_83zAbI-ZzUI/SccJA__WdAI/AAAAAAAAAFc/EPx4BI5nXks/s72-c/cypress2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5721161759272289918</id><published>2009-03-22T09:18:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T07:33:46.458-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Breathe Now</title><summary type='text'>What does the future hold? So far I've not predicted it, but I keep trying.  It is a life long question.  I hold my breath in anticipation of the answers - tense and unsettled.  Relax, just breathe!______________If God gives such attention to the appearance of wildflowers - most of which are never even seen - don't you think He'll attend to you, take pride in you, do His best for you?  What I'm </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5721161759272289918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathe-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5721161759272289918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5721161759272289918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/breathe-now.html' title='Breathe Now'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-7204803582699131242</id><published>2009-03-14T11:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T12:07:51.317-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Doubt</title><summary type='text'>I am participating in an Alpha class at the church where I regularly attend - Alpha is a 10 week program in which Christians and non-Christians fellowship over a meal, before listening to a presentation about a basic belief of the Christian faith, and then break up into smaller groups to discuss that issue.  This past Wednesday we discussed the topic of evil and how the primary vice of the devil </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7204803582699131242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/doubt.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/7204803582699131242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/7204803582699131242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/doubt.html' title='Doubt'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5080322222329810642</id><published>2009-03-14T10:59:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-14T11:11:31.106-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual disciplines'/><title type='text'>Marching Orders</title><summary type='text'>"Experience is what you get when you don't get what you want"-my graduate adviser____________________This tidbit of wisdom was given to me in response to a pretty time consuming and money consuming mistake I made in the lab last week.  The mistake was definitely not "what I wanted" - so I guess I got "experience".  The whole of one day was spent collecting almost 200 leaf samples, which I then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5080322222329810642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/marching-orders.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5080322222329810642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5080322222329810642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/03/marching-orders.html' title='Marching Orders'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5551629133172855346</id><published>2009-02-15T15:36:00.018-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:41:05.613-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual disciplines'/><title type='text'>Fasting</title><summary type='text'>"In fasting, we learn how to suffer happily as we feast on God.  And it is a good lesson, because in our lives we will suffer, no matter what else happens to us."Dallas WillardThe Spirit of the Disciplines___________________________________I like food.  This makes fasting one of the more difficult spiritual disciplines to follow.  Silence and solitude, celebration, simplicity - these other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5551629133172855346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/fasting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5551629133172855346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5551629133172855346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/fasting.html' title='Fasting'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5146311242262924659</id><published>2009-02-15T00:56:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:41:27.180-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horticulture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual disciplines'/><title type='text'>Silence &amp; Solitude</title><summary type='text'>Spring time (or late winter in Florida's case) is when breeders get busy - busy as bees. I am studying genetics/plant breeding at the University of Florida (GO GATORS!), and my adviser is a stone-fruit (peach, apricot, plum, cherry - but mostly peach) breeder.  Currently we are making crosses in the field, which means that when a peach tree begins to bloom, we remove the petals and anthers of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5146311242262924659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/silence-solitude.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5146311242262924659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5146311242262924659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/silence-solitude.html' title='Silence &amp; Solitude'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_83zAbI-ZzUI/SZetZT8-NEI/AAAAAAAAAEU/B8vH3U1xgdc/s72-c/100_1131.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-6321446959239719856</id><published>2009-02-08T22:13:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-08T23:10:27.102-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random'/><title type='text'>What kind of fisherman are you?</title><summary type='text'>I prefer studying in coffee shops.  The activity and dull noise there keeps me alert, but doesn't distract me from what I'm reading.  The best is studying in coffee shops with a good friend - one with whom you can take a short study break to discuss what you're learning - or any other topic that pops into your head when you're supposed to be learning:)  Anyways, last week I was studying in a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6321446959239719856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-kind-of-fisherman-are-you.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6321446959239719856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6321446959239719856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/what-kind-of-fisherman-are-you.html' title='What kind of fisherman are you?'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-1062819111674813112</id><published>2009-02-04T08:00:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-07T00:39:23.980-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='horticulture'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><title type='text'>Frozen Blueberries</title><summary type='text'>February 2 is "Chandeleur" as French Catholics call it, or "The Presentation of Christ in the Temple" as Anglicans have named this feast day, which celebrates the event recorded in Luke 2 when Mary and Joseph brought Jesus to the temple - some history from wikipedia. Simeon, who was promised that he'd not die before seeing the messiah, was in the temple, and when he saw Jesus he prayed to God in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1062819111674813112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/frozen-blueberries.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1062819111674813112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1062819111674813112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/frozen-blueberries.html' title='Frozen Blueberries'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_83zAbI-ZzUI/SYn5x8GXLBI/AAAAAAAAADM/itx0Jp2Dzc0/s72-c/100_0661.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-3993119385712620938</id><published>2009-02-02T20:30:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T15:40:40.446-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='theology'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='spiritual disciplines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='discipleship'/><title type='text'>Spiritual Discipline</title><summary type='text'>There's not a list of spiritual disciplines in Scripture, but there are certain practices that Scripture identifies as good and profitable for spiritual formation (forming our spirits and character to the image of Christ).  These practices have been being performed by Christian men and women throughout history.  Some of them include, but are not limited to...meditation (journaling, scripture </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/3993119385712620938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/spiritual-discipline.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/3993119385712620938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/3993119385712620938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/spiritual-discipline.html' title='Spiritual Discipline'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-6562113146656177756</id><published>2009-02-01T22:29:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:12:08.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Defiance</title><summary type='text'>I went to see the movie Defiance the other day, and recommend it to you.  Its the true story of Russian Jews led by 4 brothers who all (1200 of them!) survived the Holocaust by hiding in the forest.  The people endured multiple winters, sickness, and starvation.  In one scene a Jewish rabbii led a prayer asking God to depart from them because they no longer wanted to be His special people - they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6562113146656177756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/defiance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6562113146656177756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6562113146656177756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/02/defiance.html' title='Defiance'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-8367361171075446646</id><published>2009-01-30T17:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:24:56.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>La Faute de Fidel</title><summary type='text'>The other night I went with some friends to the first in a series of french films being shown for free at the Hippodrome.  It was quite a multicultural (and food filled) event... tapas at a cuban restaurant with a new friend from England, a taste of Italian gelato on the way to coffee at Starbucks (yes, Starbucks is a culture of its own), and a french film about revolution in Chile, followed by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8367361171075446646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-faute-de-fidel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8367361171075446646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8367361171075446646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/la-faute-de-fidel.html' title='La Faute de Fidel'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-7265744313629934370</id><published>2009-01-29T23:00:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T12:03:03.108-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Called to Minister</title><summary type='text'>Just recently I was talking with my little sister about a leadership program that she had attended, in which at one point she was asked to make a list of individuals who have had a positive impact on her life.   My name made the list.  Can't you just picture me now...big 'ole fat head glowing, and a proud smile across my face? &lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0         false   false   false</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/7265744313629934370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/called-to-minister.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/7265744313629934370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/7265744313629934370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/called-to-minister.html' title='Called to Minister'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-6454224484878421199</id><published>2009-01-27T12:16:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T12:55:53.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wait</title><summary type='text'>A seedling has emerged!!!I would probably not have been so excited ten days ago when I expected these little guys to start popping up.  But with each day a little more angst accumulates, so that when the anticipated event arrives there is a supply of excitement to be had.  A few weeks ago I planted 500 peach seed for the final experiment of my master's thesis project. Now I am waiting for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/6454224484878421199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6454224484878421199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/6454224484878421199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/wait.html' title='The Wait'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5669955723489898048</id><published>2009-01-25T21:18:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T16:13:43.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a person's name</title><summary type='text'>I consider myself still new to the church I've been attending since this past summer, which helps me feel better for not knowing the names of all those in the congregation.  There is one particular couple that always greets me with a warm smile, and I've asked their name a few times and they've done the same to me, but the following week we both have that blank look like, "I know you, but I can't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5669955723489898048/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/persons-name.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5669955723489898048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5669955723489898048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/persons-name.html' title='a person&apos;s name'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5004019714704728169</id><published>2009-01-24T22:29:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:26:35.692-04:00</updated><title type='text'>je suis apaisé</title><summary type='text'>Psaume 131Seigneur, je suis sans prétention,mon regard ne manifeste pas d’ambition.Je ne vise pas la grandeur, ni ce qui est trop haut pour moi.Au contraire, je reste calme et tranquille,comme un jeune enfant près de sa mère.Comme cet enfant, je suis apaisé.Israël, compte sur le Seigneur, dès maintenant et toujours.Psalm 131O Lord, my heart is not proud, nor my eyes haughty;Nor do I involve </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5004019714704728169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/psaume-131-seigneur-je-suis-sans.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5004019714704728169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5004019714704728169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/psaume-131-seigneur-je-suis-sans.html' title='je suis apaisé'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-275915897432811280</id><published>2009-01-10T22:30:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-06-24T16:28:26.275-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Things haven't changed much"</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I attended a talk on the history of horticultural science and technology.  The speaker, a well respected geneticist and plant breeder, used art to show how horticulture has changed over the thousands of years of human history. One phrase was repeated frequently:  "Things haven't changed much."  It was an ironic phrase to be speaking in front of an audience of plant scientists, whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/275915897432811280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-havent-changed-much.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/275915897432811280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/275915897432811280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/things-havent-changed-much.html' title='&quot;Things haven&apos;t changed much&quot;'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-1381296193266249420</id><published>2009-01-10T20:17:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-25T19:31:42.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Decisions</title><summary type='text'>Making decisions is so hard for me.  Little decisions are challenging enough, but when the big life choices arise, that's when I get stressed out.  Ordering a meal at a restaurant can be tough:) - what if my choice is not absolutely delicious, or if my neighbors plate looks more appetizing than mine?!? Torturous, right? When I go clothes shopping, I absolutely cannot decide on an item in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1381296193266249420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1381296193266249420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1381296193266249420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/decisions.html' title='Decisions'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-2187103986598853326</id><published>2009-01-02T23:11:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:09:29.418-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Valkyrie</title><summary type='text'>Went to see Valkyrie at the theater tonight. It is the true story of a failed attempt to kill Hitler and overthrow Nazi Germany by members of the German army. The honor, bravery, and courage of the men who risked and lost their lives for the sake of goodness was inspiring. I left the theater thinking... I don't want to be lazy.I just came back from Christmas in Tennessee w/ all of my mom's side </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/2187103986598853326/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/valkyrie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2187103986598853326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/2187103986598853326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/valkyrie.html' title='Valkyrie'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5330035808255654576</id><published>2009-01-02T11:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T22:28:39.234-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship - not cheap grace</title><summary type='text'>I and perhaps most Christians struggle with Phillipians 2:12, "Work out your salvation with fear and trembling". "Work" and "salvation" in the same sentence is confusing to a reformed church steeped in sola gratia. Isn't work the enemy of grace? We are obsessed with the T of TULIP– total depravity, which reminds us that we contribute NOTHING to our salvation. We read Romans 3:10-18, "there is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5330035808255654576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/discipleship-not-cheap-grace.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5330035808255654576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5330035808255654576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2009/01/discipleship-not-cheap-grace.html' title='Discipleship - not cheap grace'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-8724191710811232346</id><published>2008-12-21T18:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:34:49.408-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nutcracker</title><summary type='text'>This afternoon, I went to see The Nutcracker with Annabelle, my 4 year old niece. I used to take ballet and loved it, so I was excited when my sister asked me to take her. Anna loves princesses and dresses and everything girly, so we were sure she'd love the ballet too. Neither of us much enjoyed it, however. Anna, because she was scared by the mice dance, and me because Anna insisted on leaving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/8724191710811232346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8724191710811232346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/8724191710811232346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/12/nutcracker.html' title='The Nutcracker'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-5036211912716352355</id><published>2008-12-16T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T11:32:40.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship - a workout</title><summary type='text'>Just back from a run. 2 months ago I ran a marathon, and already I'm out of shape - a little less muscle, a little more flub, and a pair of gasping lungs. So frustrating. I want to train and work hard to get my body healthy and strong, then quit and have it stay that way, but it doesn't. I want to pray and study Scripture, figure it all out once and for all, to get my mind healthy and strong, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/5036211912716352355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/12/salvation-workout.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5036211912716352355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/5036211912716352355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/12/salvation-workout.html' title='Discipleship - a workout'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-1183547598121527991</id><published>2008-12-15T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-21T18:20:59.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discipleship - Salvation Now?</title><summary type='text'>I'm reading The Great Omission by Dallas Willard.  It's about discipleship - a role not just for super Christians, but defining of what it means to be a Christian.  These thoughts flow out of those readings...Adam and Eve lived in communion with God, under His provision, care, and authority.  The fall marks their rejection of Him.  The fall marks their decision to live by their own provisions and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/1183547598121527991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/12/salvation-now.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1183547598121527991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/1183547598121527991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/12/salvation-now.html' title='Discipleship - Salvation Now?'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-252247528951019914.post-9006284610786778454</id><published>2008-05-30T09:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T17:48:55.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Public Life - Blog Life</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago I began reading a book called For Common Things by Jedediah Purdy, in which the author campaigns for civic engagement: “to speak earnestly of uncertain hopes…hopes that we know to be fragile.”  Our postmodern context doubts that there is any meaning to life, and if there is meaning, that it is private and should be kept to one's self.  But, is it really so narrow minded to think </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/feeds/9006284610786778454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/05/public-life-blog-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/9006284610786778454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/252247528951019914/posts/default/9006284610786778454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://3frenchhens.blogspot.com/2008/05/public-life-blog-life.html' title='Public Life - Blog Life'/><author><name>Kendra</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11317524056606011627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
