<?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-8099083</id><updated>2011-04-21T19:09:59.250-07:00</updated><category term='Ephesians'/><category term='Baptism'/><category term='Oklahoma'/><category term='tornado'/><category term='Easter bunny'/><category term='God&apos;s promise'/><category term='forth of july'/><category term='David Crowder Band'/><category term='parables'/><category term='David Hasselhoff'/><category term='holy spirit'/><category term='faithfulness'/><category term='God&apos;s masterpiece'/><category term='relationships'/><category term='Jesus Christ'/><category term='preparation'/><category term='faith'/><category term='joy'/><category term='Hebrews'/><category term='freedom'/><category term='sustain'/><category term='Hopes'/><category term='Santa Claus'/><category term='Courage'/><category term='dreams'/><category term='narcissism'/><category term='strength'/><category term='Purpose Driven Life'/><category term='temptation'/><category term='more cowbell'/><category term='marines'/><category term='prayer'/><title type='text'>a life in progress</title><subtitle type='html'>my musings over God's promises for my life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>26</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-4455780648519960920</id><published>2009-02-12T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T14:21:33.401-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Santa Claus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Easter bunny'/><title type='text'>The truth about the Easter Bunny (and Santa too)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SZSgTFkfdXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BKbSaemd5Mg/s1600-h/freeEasterBunnyRabbitwallpaperpp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SZSgTFkfdXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BKbSaemd5Mg/s320/freeEasterBunnyRabbitwallpaperpp.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302038911095108978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully this won't completely embarrass the beautiful young woman that God has blessed me with as a daughter, but this story shows so much of her heart - and so much of how I think we should come to God in gratitude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When my daughter was about 6 or 7 we were getting ready for Easter. Her birthday is in April, so most years, Easter is close. Always a lot going on between home, birthday preparations and gifts, church preparations, Easter bunny gifts and whatever else craziness was happening in our life at the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, in all the rush, she realized that Mommy was really stressing out over things that had to be done, and put it together in her head that I was making the Easter bunny happen too. It wasn't something I didn't have to worry about. She asked me "Mommy, are you the Easter bunny?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Stop, breathe, decide how to answer . . . &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes baby, I'm the Easter bunny.  Does that make it less special for you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her response will remain in my heart for the rest of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No Mom, it makes it more special, because its you and you do so much other stuff too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes - I hugged that child. Big time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how I feel about my Lord. Every little miracle, every thing of beauty I see - I know it comes from Him. I don't believe that in happenstance - I believe that God is especially fond of me (of all of us - see John 3:16) and that makes everything that much more special. Every laugh, every friend, every joy, even every tear, comes from His hand for me, His child. That makes me feel very loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the funny ending to the story.&lt;br /&gt;After our little moment over the Easter bunny, she was walking away, then stopped - turned - looked at me and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Santa Claus too?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes sweetie, Santa Claus too."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with a heavy sigh and "I thought so" retreated to her room to process these revelations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, we really don't need fairy tales, we just need to know who loves us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;At that time Jesus, full of joy through the Holy Spirit, said, "I praise you, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, because you have hidden these &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;things&lt;/span&gt; from the wise and learned, and revealed them to little children. Yes, Father, for this was your &lt;span class="highlight"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt; pleasure.                   Luke 10:21&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-4455780648519960920?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/4455780648519960920/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=4455780648519960920' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/4455780648519960920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/4455780648519960920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/12/truth-about-easter-bunny-and-santa-too.html' title='The truth about the Easter Bunny (and Santa too)'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SZSgTFkfdXI/AAAAAAAAAFc/BKbSaemd5Mg/s72-c/freeEasterBunnyRabbitwallpaperpp.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-7986189765337288266</id><published>2009-02-11T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T10:39:03.573-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tornado'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Oklahoma'/><title type='text'>Pray for the folks in OK</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ardmore, OKLAHOMA (BNO NEWS) -- &lt;/b&gt;At least 9 people have  died after a large tornado devastated Long Grove in Oklahoma last night, Carter  County Sheriff Ken Grace told BNO News on Wednesday.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;Sheriff Grace told BNO News that at least 9 people were now  confirmed to have died after the storm struck the city. Some reports say that  sirens in Long Grove did not work, leaving the residents unprepared as an  F5-tornado raged through the city.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;"It's like a war zone down there, a war zone," the sheriff told  BNO News. He said more than 50 people have been injured and that at least 81  people are missing at this time. Rescue workers are continuing the search for  survivors and casualties, he added.&lt;/p&gt;http://www.bnonews.com/news/105.html&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-7986189765337288266?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/7986189765337288266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=7986189765337288266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/7986189765337288266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/7986189765337288266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2009/02/pray-for-folks-in-ok.html' title='Pray for the folks in OK'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-8615545541056013344</id><published>2009-01-05T07:20:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T13:45:47.813-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='preparation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='parables'/><title type='text'>A new look (for me at least) at an old parable</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SWIqifmCbJI/AAAAAAAAACw/W7JKbJrJjuU/s1600-h/carthage-lamps2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 219px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SWIqifmCbJI/AAAAAAAAACw/W7JKbJrJjuU/s320/carthage-lamps2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287835684571344018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure when God wakes me up with a passage of the Bible in my mind, I would be well advised to get up, find it and read it. Particularly when it is completely out of the blue - no sermons, no reading, no nothing along the lines of this one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was it? The parable of the ten virgins, Matthew 25:1-13&lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"At that time the kingdom of heaven will be like&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref1_1" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="S Mt 13:24" /&gt; ten virgins who took their lamps&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref1_2" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Lk 12:35-38; Ac 20:8; Rev 4:5" /&gt; and went out to meet the bridegroom.&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref1_3" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Rev 19:7; 21:2" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;Five of them were foolish and five were wise.&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref2_4" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Mt 24:45" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;The foolish ones took their lamps but did not take any oil with them.&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;The wise, however, took oil in jars along with their lamps.&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;The bridegroom was a long time in coming, and they all became drowsy and fell asleep.&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref5_5" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="1Th 5:6" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"At midnight the cry rang out: 'Here's the bridegroom! Come out to meet him!'&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"Then all the virgins woke up and trimmed their lamps.&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;The foolish ones said to the wise, 'Give us some of your oil; our lamps are going out.'&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref8_6" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Lk 12:35" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;" 'No,' they replied, 'there may not be enough for both us and you. Instead, go to those who sell oil and buy some for yourselves.'&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"But while they were on their way to buy the oil, the bridegroom arrived. The virgins who were ready went in with him to the wedding banquet.&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref10_7" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Rev 19:9" /&gt; And the door was shut.&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"Later the others also came. 'Sir! Sir!' they said. 'Open the door for us!'&lt;/span&gt;                              &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"But he replied, 'I tell you the truth, I don't know you.'&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref12_8" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="ver 41; S Mt 7:23" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"Therefore keep watch, because you do not know the day or the hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;    Growing up in my Southern Baptist church, this was always about being ready for the Lord's return. Which in my head meant, I gotta be good, I gotta be ready, I gotta be something, or else Jesus is going to come back and I'm getting left.  Well, I know that's not so, and it hit me reading this time, that that's not what God is telling me with this story right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See, before waking up in the morning with this parable in my head, I went to bed praying for my future. Some very specific prayers for direction, wants and needs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's what God has spoken to my heart with this story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be ready for what's coming. Keep my oil jars full and my lamps clean.&lt;br /&gt;Get prepared - have my house, my finances, my health, my work, and everything in my life that I can, in order. Then when the amazing opportunity, the amazing gift, the amazing future, that God has coming for me this year, arrives - I'm ready to walk right into it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm listening and taking care of things that I've been procrastinating about. I'm going to be ready.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-8615545541056013344?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/8615545541056013344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=8615545541056013344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8615545541056013344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8615545541056013344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2009/01/new-look-for-me-at-least-at-old-parable.html' title='A new look (for me at least) at an old parable'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SWIqifmCbJI/AAAAAAAAACw/W7JKbJrJjuU/s72-c/carthage-lamps2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-8033330369309676098</id><published>2008-11-26T17:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-26T18:59:38.637-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Thanksgiving Top 10 List</title><content type='html'>Thinking about Thanksgiving and being thankful. I have so many things to be thankful for - little things, big things. Some things I'm thankful for are a good night's sleep, soft sheets, a beautiful sunrise, purple flowers and more,  but here are . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the top ten things I'm thankful for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10&lt;br /&gt;Two home "disasters" that God used for good. Because of the apartment flood of '07, we were able to get new furniture. Because of the townhouse flood of '08, we were able to re-floor/carpet/tile and paint our townhouse. We now have a comfortable, beautiful home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9&lt;br /&gt;My job. As frustrating as my work can be sometimes, I'm so thankful for the smart, creative people I have the pleasure of working with. And in this economic season, I'm so thankful to have a career in Internet marketing that is actually on an upswing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8&lt;br /&gt;eMail, Facebook, Twitter and other online social networking tools. I've made so many new friends and reconnected with so many old friends through Facebook and Twitter. It's been wonderful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new friends I've made this year. Thanks for being part of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old friends I've reconnected with. Some of you have helped me through some really hard times the past couple of years, some of you have just been fun to laugh with again. A couple have been both. :-)  All of you, I'm glad you're back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7&lt;br /&gt;My health. I'm in much better health today than I was two years ago - physically and mentally. Good checkups this year are definitely a blessing when I hear about so many that struggle with physical challenges, sickness and disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6&lt;br /&gt;My bestest, best friends. I am fortunate to have a posse of "ya-yas" that I know I can count on.  You've taken me to the emergency room, hugged me when I was crying, listened to my insanity, drank way too much wine with me, laughed until we cried, shared meals with me, shared my joys and my sorrows, loved my kid and at least one of you has always been available when I needed to talk. You have been a manifestation of God's grace in my life. You know who you are! I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5&lt;br /&gt;My church and church family. I am so blessed to be part of a great church family. I get to sing with the worship team, do theater, laugh, fight, love and share life with this wonderful group of folks. I love dearly the group of folks that I do worship with each week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4&lt;br /&gt;My brothers and their families. I have amazing big brothers and they both married wonderful women that I am proud to call sisters. No matter how old I get, my big brothers are still my big brothers - I love them so much. I love my nephews and nieces and only wish we could all be together more often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3&lt;br /&gt;My parents. Mom and Dad have been my biggest fans and my most stalwart supporters throughout my life. I'm blessed to live close to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2&lt;br /&gt;That I was blessed with an absolutely amazing daughter. Smart, funny, thoughtful and beautiful. We are the real life Lorelai and Rory (mom and daughter from the TV show "Gilmore Girls") and life in our house is a ton of fun and full of love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the number one thing I'm thankful for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ. Having a relationship with the world's only perfect man is what keeps me sane. His love and grace sustains me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;Keep an attitude of thanks no matter what is happening in your life and you absolutely open yourself up for God to work miracles - I believe that completely.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-8033330369309676098?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/8033330369309676098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=8033330369309676098' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8033330369309676098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8033330369309676098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-thanksgiving-top-10-list.html' title='My Thanksgiving Top 10 List'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-6229195002679508432</id><published>2008-10-13T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T10:38:16.172-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control is crazy.</title><content type='html'>Don's sermon at PICC brought this chick to her knees before the Most High God. That was the topic of the sermon, El Elyon - Most High God. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(aside - PICC's updated &lt;a href="http://www.picc.ws/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; has Messages on Demand so if you're interested you can listen to the sermon &lt;a href="http://www.picc.ws/content.cfm?id=2010"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - during the sermon, I took some major body blows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punch 1 - My greatest struggle is not being in control. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ouch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Punch 2 - Do I trust in God Most High, or am I going to do what I thing is best and convenient for me? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;oouuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;KO punch - Every time I try to control my life, I am making myself "most high god." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;She's down for the count folks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;The worst part is, I've fought this fight before, yet here I am again dancing around the same ring.  So, where does this need to try and control things come from? Pretty basically, fear. For me, fear of what the future holds for me. The fear masks itself as impatience sometimes - but when you get right down to it . . . and call it what it is . . . it's fear that God really isn't going to act on His promises for my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So - how to respond to fear? Not with trying to manipulate or control to make things work out MY way, but with understanding what God says about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Timothy 1:7 says (my paraphrase) God doesn't give me a spirit of fear; but a spirit of power, love and a clear mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clear mind is an important cue - when I find myself going all "crazy girl" about things - I need to step back and realize where that's coming from, 'cause it 'sho 'nuff ain't coming from God's spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's coming out of a frightened little girl inside me, who isn't listening to her Abba Father.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-6229195002679508432?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/6229195002679508432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=6229195002679508432' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6229195002679508432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6229195002679508432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/10/control-is-crazy.html' title='Control is crazy.'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-8624163089742145731</id><published>2008-10-07T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T19:40:20.931-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's been awhile - and another flood</title><content type='html'>Yep. Another inside the house flood. God works in some mysterious ways His wonders to perform. I came home from work on September 2 to find water spraying at high pressure out of my hot water heater's expansion tank. I don't know how long it had been going - but the result was having to replace all the carpet downstairs and the linoleum in the downstairs bathroom. Also living with blowers and dehumidifiers for a week and a half - and without hot water for almost a month. (Well, I've been single and celibate for almost 3 years now, maybe I needed the cold showers!)  :-) Tonight, I'm sitting in my living room that is freshly painted - but the floor is only plywood and the toilet from the downstairs bathroom is still sitting out here next to the couch - very convenient!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first miracle in all this? The downstairs of our house is getting completely upgraded with the insurance settlement. Tile, hardwood floors and new carpet; also freshly painted walls. It's going to be awesome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is great - Jevovah Jireh - God our provider.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other major blessing in all this? I am learning, and Elizabeth is learning, to really TRUST. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is Sovereign. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really, really. (If you've seen Shrek 2000 times like me, you got that)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has our best in His heart. I am a child of the King. Elizabeth has seen me trusting God through some of the most difficult times a family can go through. When she walked into "Flood, Part Deux" she found me, drenched, standing in the living room, saying over and over "all things work together for good, all things work together for good, all things work together for good. . . " Water was still spraying everywhere - we were trying to find someone to come cut the water off (neither of us had the physical strength or Lineman's plyers to do it) and I was kind of freaking out - but I was claiming, out loud, that God was going to use this for our good. And He has. Over the past years, I've gotten to a state of total dependence - it has NOT been an easy place to get to, but I have to say I'm glad I'm here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah,  and another way God used this seeming "mess" - a friend and brother in Christ that needed construction work is taking care of all our repairs/redos. Another friend of ours said to me last Sunday, "I'd been praying for _____ to get some work, but I didn't mean it to be at your expense!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just say "Thanks be to God for your glorious grace" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . and my new wood floors. :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-8624163089742145731?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/8624163089742145731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=8624163089742145731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8624163089742145731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8624163089742145731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/10/its-been-awhile-and-another-flood.html' title='It&apos;s been awhile - and another flood'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-5449471049325455881</id><published>2008-08-14T07:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T13:27:50.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='relationships'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='more cowbell'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><title type='text'>I gotta have more cowbell</title><content type='html'>One of the funniest Saturday Night Live skits ever is the Will Ferrell, Christopher Walken spoof of VH1's Behind the Music featuring Blue Oyster Cult. I read a post the other day from &lt;a href="http://www.copyblogger.com/more-cowbell/"&gt;Copyblogger&lt;/a&gt; titled &lt;a href="http://www.copyblogger.com/more-cowbell/"&gt;"The Secret to Captivating Content? More Cowbell!"&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SKRJW1ypzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GE8SWQxEUT8/s1600-h/Cowbell.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SKRJW1ypzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GE8SWQxEUT8/s320/Cowbell.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234389323656842930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I loved about the post was that it went a totally different direction than I thought from the title. Here's a short excerpt to explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Someone came up with the idea for this sketch simply because they paid closer attention to &lt;em&gt;(Don’t Fear) The Reaper&lt;/em&gt; than most everyone else. It’s the same with copy… the copywriter who digs deeper into product research and the mindset of the prospect often finds the gem that others don’t see, which leads to a killer promotion.&lt;/blockquote&gt; My first thought was that the post would be about maximizing the cowbell - the attention grabbing noise. But it wasn't, it was totally about someone who paid closer attention to &lt;em&gt;(Don’t Fear) The Reaper&lt;/em&gt;, heard the cowbell and saw the potential for a hilarious bit.  Now, I'm not posting this on the wrong blog, I promise, I'm going somewhere with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The secret to a captivating faith is the same thing. More cowbell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To me "more cowbell" means -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not just skimming the Bible, but really reading, paying close attention and seeing something meant just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paying attention to people, to relationships, digging deeper into those I love and finding the hidden things to maximize in them.  And also doing that for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the master of finding more cowbell in people. He saw the potential in Peter immediately.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;And he brought him to Jesus. Jesus looked at him and said, &lt;span class="redletteroff"&gt;"You are Simon son of John. You will be called&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_CrossRef_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupCrossref42_55" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Ge 17:5,15; 32:28; 35:10" /&gt; Cephas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="http://media.salemwebnetwork.com/biblestudytools/skin/CCOM/Icon_Footnotes_wht_bg.gif" id="iconpopupFootnote42_10" style="display: none; padding-right: 2px; cursor: pointer;" longdesc="Both &amp;quot;Cephas&amp;quot; (Aramaic) and &amp;quot;Peter&amp;quot; (Greek) mean &amp;quot;rock&amp;quot;." /&gt; (which, when translated, is Peter ). Matthew 1:42&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-5449471049325455881?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/5449471049325455881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=5449471049325455881' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/5449471049325455881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/5449471049325455881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-gotta-have-more-cowbell.html' title='I gotta have more cowbell'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SKRJW1ypzrI/AAAAAAAAACE/GE8SWQxEUT8/s72-c/Cowbell.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-8495535896926651222</id><published>2008-08-13T06:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:30:33.965-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='narcissism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Hasselhoff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Purpose Driven Life'/><title type='text'>David Hasselhoff doesn't get it</title><content type='html'>The first sentence in Rick Warren's book &lt;a href="http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/en-US/Home/home.htm"&gt;Purpose Driven Life&lt;/a&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's not about you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not a concept some folks get.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I stumbled upon David Hasselhoff's new &lt;a href="http://www.davidhasselhoff.com/"&gt;website&lt;/a&gt; and absolutely laughed until I cried.  He has created a social network so that people can connect over their connection to him. (below is a direct quote from the site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I realized that while two people from two entirely different countries and backgrounds may seem to have nothing in common, the only thing they might have in common is me... So I decided to start a network where people from across the world might come together and get a conversation started over me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="display: block;" id="formatbar_Buttons"&gt;&lt;span class="on" style="display: block;" id="formatbar_CreateLink" title="Link" onmouseover="ButtonHoverOn(this);" onmouseout="ButtonHoverOff(this);" onmouseup="" onmousedown="CheckFormatting(event);FormatbarButton('richeditorframe', this, 8);ButtonMouseDown(this);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Yeah - ridiculous right? I almost signed up just to see what kind of people are going there, but then decided that would be 5 minutes of my life I could never get back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I really appreciated the hearty laugh yesterday, I think this narcissism is very sad. Tragically sad. And goes far far beyond "The Hoff".  Probably the majority of our society is completely wrapped up in themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, as of this morning, "HoffSpace" has over 11,000 members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get a conversation started over Jesus instead? 'k?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;By the way - the first seven chapters of Purpose Driven Life are available as &lt;a href="http://www.purposedrivenlife.com/en-US/AboutUs/AboutTheBook/FirstSevenChapters.htm"&gt;a free online download.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-8495535896926651222?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/8495535896926651222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=8495535896926651222' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8495535896926651222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8495535896926651222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/08/david-hasselhoff-doesnt-get-it.html' title='David Hasselhoff doesn&apos;t get it'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-6449339877207425158</id><published>2008-08-12T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-13T07:32:24.110-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ephesians'/><title type='text'>What dreams may come . . .</title><content type='html'>I'm realizing every day that my dreams are so much smaller than what God has planned for me. I get caught up in my own little boxes and there is no way I can see the big picture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I do trust that there is a big picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I trust the One that does see it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and He knows my name, my desires, my wants and needs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is to hang on, take the next right step and keep giving glory to God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now to him who is able to do &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine&lt;/span&gt;, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, for ever and ever! Amen." &lt;a href="http://bible.christianity.com/mybst/default.aspx?type=bible&amp;amp;translation=NIV&amp;amp;bookcode=eph&amp;amp;bookname=Ephesians&amp;amp;chapterid=3&amp;amp;verseid=20"&gt;Ephesians 3:20-31&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-6449339877207425158?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/6449339877207425158/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=6449339877207425158' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6449339877207425158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6449339877207425158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-dreams-may-come.html' title='What dreams may come . . .'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-2738987980429703970</id><published>2008-07-14T07:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T07:13:41.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Transitions and passages</title><content type='html'>Dropped my teenager off for a week at &lt;a href="http://www.furman.edu/summerscholars/"&gt;Furman Summer Scholars&lt;/a&gt; yesterday. It was weird, but good weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Furman University is where I went to college &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;::cough cough::&lt;/span&gt; 25 years ago. Felt like passing the torch to walk with her into the front door of Judson Hall - a door I walked through so many times - settle her into a room and then drive away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray I've equipped her well to deal with whatever comes her way. I'm glad she has this week to "test-drive" Furman and make sure that's where she wants to apply. And I'm particularly thankful for text messaging and Twitter - I've already had three updates today about what she's doing. My parents didn't have that luxury!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-2738987980429703970?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/2738987980429703970/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=2738987980429703970' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/2738987980429703970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/2738987980429703970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/07/transitions-and-passages.html' title='Transitions and passages'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-8481593487708294719</id><published>2008-07-06T14:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:35:46.907-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='forth of july'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='marines'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='freedom'/><title type='text'>Happy Birthday America</title><content type='html'>This morning we had our church's annual patriotic Sunday service. One of the things we do that chokes me up every year is that we sing a medley of the armed forces anthems. When we sing each one, the men and women in the congregation who served in that branch stand up. There is always huge applause for each group. It was great to be up singing and see my dad stand when we sang "Anchor's Aweigh" but the one who really choked me up was the three old marines who presented the colors during the Marine Hymn. They all served in WWII. After we finished singing we all said the Pledge of Allegiance together and the oldest marine had to lift and hold his salute by supporting his right arm with his left - but he stood there ramrod straight and held that salute through the Pledge and through the National Anthem. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though there are many who malign our country, and we are by no means perfect - we are free and I thank God for that freedom. I thank God for men and women who have served, are serving and will serve in defense of our nation. I thank God that in His great mercy and grace I am American, a South Carolinian and most of all a saved believer in Jesus Christ - because all the freedom in the world wouldn't mean a thing if my spirit were still in bondage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In John chapter 8, vs 34 - 36 Jesus said: &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"I tell you the truth, everyone who sins is a slave to sin. Now a slave has no permanent place in the family, but a son belongs to it forever. So if the Son sets you free, you will be free indeed."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks be to God - I am free - free indeed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;special prayers and thanks for my best friend's husband and the 2BDE 101st Airborne, Ft. Campbell, KY currently serving in Iraq - I was thinking of you when I was singing the Caisson Song this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-8481593487708294719?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/8481593487708294719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=8481593487708294719' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8481593487708294719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8481593487708294719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/07/happy-birthday-america.html' title='Happy Birthday America'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-989353097166539744</id><published>2008-07-06T11:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T11:27:20.494-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fourth of July - Pawleys Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHEORjLz59I/AAAAAAAAABw/aAY_gV7hMfs/s1600-h/Photo0182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHEORjLz59I/AAAAAAAAABw/aAY_gV7hMfs/s320/Photo0182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219969137764460498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love small town America and I love the Pawleys Island Fourth of July Parade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHENM0x15BI/AAAAAAAAABY/g8G3JE9baCQ/s1600-h/Photo0162.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHENM0x15BI/AAAAAAAAABY/g8G3JE9baCQ/s320/Photo0162.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219967957076403218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A trailer with bales of hay, red, white and blue bunting, and kids - pretty perfect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHENokdULaI/AAAAAAAAABg/GnCg9lPFCBo/s1600-h/Photo0168.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHENokdULaI/AAAAAAAAABg/GnCg9lPFCBo/s320/Photo0168.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5219968433731677602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every parade needs a "Lady Liberty" - I love ours this year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-989353097166539744?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/989353097166539744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=989353097166539744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/989353097166539744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/989353097166539744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/07/fourth-of-july-pawleys-style.html' title='Fourth of July - Pawleys Style'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SHEORjLz59I/AAAAAAAAABw/aAY_gV7hMfs/s72-c/Photo0182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-4670501095170496161</id><published>2008-07-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-01T16:58:35.329-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick</title><content type='html'>I'm sick - I hate being sick. I know if I were a true spiritual giant I'd spend my sick time seeking God, but I mostly spend it feeling pouty about being sick. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Glad to know I'm in good company. All through the Bible you find people whining to God. "Why am I sick. . . why am I barren. . . why am I poor. . . why did this happen to me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David is my favorite whiner, because he doesn't get stuck in it - he moves on through. As evidenced by the many Psalms that start out in despair and end up in praise. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 20 years ago I truly had the worst telephone call of my life (so far) and I walked away from that phone - walked out into a pasture (I was working at Lost Valley Ranch at the time) and yelled at God. I mean yelled, screamed, cried - or to use a Southern colloquialism - hollered. And I came away from that encounter with God feeling closer to Him than I ever had. It was weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'm laying here feeling sorry for myself and saying "thank you God" that I have a sinus infection - and that's all. :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one of my favorite rants by David&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;My God, my God, why have you forsaken me? Why are you so far from saving me, so far from the words of my groaning?&lt;br /&gt;O my God, I cry out by day, but you do not answer, by night, and am not silent.&lt;br /&gt;Yet you are enthroned as the Holy One; you are the praise of Israel.&lt;br /&gt;In you our fathers put their trust; they trusted and you delivered them.&lt;br /&gt;They cried to you and were saved; in you they trusted and were not disappointed.&lt;br /&gt;But I am a worm and not a man, scorned by men and despised by the people.&lt;br /&gt;All who see me mock me; they hurl insults, shaking their heads:&lt;br /&gt;"He trusts in the Lord; let the LORD rescue him. Let him deliver him, since he delights in him."&lt;br /&gt;Yet you brought me out of the womb; you made me trust in you even at my mother's breast.&lt;br /&gt;From birth I was cast upon you; from my mother's womb you have been my God.&lt;br /&gt;Do not be far from me, for trouble is near and there is no one to help.&lt;br /&gt;Many bulls surround me; strong bulls of Bashan encircle me.&lt;br /&gt;Roaring lions tearing their prey open their mouths wide against me.&lt;br /&gt;I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint. My heart has turned to wax; it has melted away within me.&lt;br /&gt;My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue sticks to the roof of my mouth; you lay me in the dust of death.&lt;br /&gt;Dogs have surrounded me; a band of evil men has encircled me, they have pierced my hands and my feet.&lt;br /&gt;I can count all my bones; people stare and gloat over me.&lt;br /&gt;They divide my garments among them and cast lots for my clothing.&lt;br /&gt;But you, O Lord, be not far off; O my Strength, come quickly to help me.&lt;br /&gt;Deliver my life from the sword, my precious life from the power of the dogs.&lt;br /&gt;Rescue me from the mouth of the lions; save me from the horns of the wild oxen.&lt;br /&gt;I will declare your name to my brothers; in the congregation I will praise you.&lt;br /&gt;You who fear the Lord, praise him! All you descendants of Jacob, honor him! Revere him, all you descendants of Israel!&lt;br /&gt;For he has not despised or disdained the suffering of the afflicted one; he has not hidden his face from him but has listened to his cry for help.&lt;br /&gt;From you comes the theme of my praise in the great assembly; before those who fear you will I fulfill my vows.&lt;br /&gt;The poor will eat and be satisfied; they who seek the LORD will praise him-- may your hearts live forever!&lt;br /&gt;All the ends of the earth will remember and turn to the Lord, and all the families of the nations will bow down before him,&lt;br /&gt;for dominion belongs to the LORD and he rules over the nations.&lt;br /&gt;All the rich of the earth will feast and worship; all who go down to the dust will kneel before him-- those who cannot keep themselves alive.&lt;br /&gt;Posterity will serve him; future generations will be told about the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;They will proclaim his righteousness to a people yet unborn-- for he has done it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-4670501095170496161?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/4670501095170496161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=4670501095170496161' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/4670501095170496161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/4670501095170496161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/07/sick.html' title='Sick'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-4460371220039110077</id><published>2008-06-28T08:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T08:33:28.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s promise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dreams'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sustain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hopes'/><title type='text'>Promises, promises</title><content type='html'>Since my subtitle is "musings over God's promises for my life" I decided to hit the online concordance for all the times I can find the word "promise" and see how those scriptures resonate with me right now. Here's today's edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Psalms 119:116 NIV&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Sustain me according to your &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="highlight"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;, and I will live; do not let my hopes be dashed.                  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do not let my hopes be dashed. Oh please Lord - that's my prayer. I have so many hopes. Big ones - hopes for my daughter's future, hopes for my future, hopes for my career, hopes for a ministry. And little ones - hopes that I get over this cold quickly (cough, sneeze), hopes that I'll have a voice tomorrow for church, hopes that our family get-together this week will be fun. (Dad's for McCain, big brother is for Obama - hopes we don't get in a political discussion!) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's the thing, my God cares about all my hopes and dreams and He does sustain me. That is exactly the reason I've been memorizing and praying God's promises - they sustain me. They sustain me so that I can live. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Amen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-4460371220039110077?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/4460371220039110077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=4460371220039110077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/4460371220039110077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/4460371220039110077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/06/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, promises'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-6795726884574267256</id><published>2008-06-23T04:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T04:39:10.499-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='temptation'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faithfulness'/><title type='text'>Temptation and deliverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful, he will not allow you to be tempted beyond what you can bear. But when you are tempted, he will also provide a way out so that you can stand up under it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK - let me be honest. There are times when I don't really want to stand up against temptation, I'm not really looking for a way out, but &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God is faithful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Yes - God is faithful, even when I'm not so much. Now I'm not saying that God is going to be my "fireman" for repeated, stupid, foolishness. But I have found that my prayers for deliverance and strength are sometimes answered when I'm not actually praying them. And perhaps those answers are also to the repeated prayers of my parents, my grandparents (now in heaven), and others who love me. Because - I am delivered - God provides a way out - even when I'm not looking for it at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And for that, I am truly thankful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-6795726884574267256?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/6795726884574267256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=6795726884574267256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6795726884574267256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6795726884574267256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/06/temptation-and-deliverance.html' title='Temptation and deliverance'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-905301994671072385</id><published>2008-06-08T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-08T20:21:52.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cardboard Testimonies</title><content type='html'>A friend sent me a link to this video today. Powerful.&lt;br /&gt;From Hillside Christian Church in Amarillo, TX.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RvDDc5RB6FQ&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's your cardboard testimony?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-905301994671072385?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/905301994671072385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=905301994671072385' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.tennessean.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20080521/TUNEIN/80521174/1005/ENTERTAINMENT"&gt;The Tenneesean&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-7946384133191840527?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/7946384133191840527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=7946384133191840527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/7946384133191840527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/7946384133191840527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/05/please-pray-for-steven-curtis-chapmans.html' title='Please pray for Steven Curtis Chapman&apos;s family'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-6596409855389981144</id><published>2008-05-22T04:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T04:46:47.935-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='holy spirit'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hebrews'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Courage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='strength'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>I have to make a telephone call later this morning and it's one that requires me to have guts to do it. So, I came to the Bible this morning looking for promises of courage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found this one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hebrews 3:6 "But Christ, the faithful Son was in charge of the entire household. And we are God's household, if we keep up our courage and remain confident in our hope in Christ."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I looked up "courage" in the dictionary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the definition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sense_content"&gt;:mental or moral strength to venture, persevere, and withstand danger, fear, or difficulty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.merriam-webster.com/dictionary/courage"&gt;Merriman Webster online &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="sense_content"&gt;I know I've heard it before but, this morning it seems new again. I was just beating myself up over feeling afraid, but God doesn't ask me to deny my feelings. Thank goodness the Heavenly Father isn't dysfunctional that way! God wants me to acknowledge how I feel and then persevere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Courage is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;strength&lt;/span&gt; to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;venture, persevere and withstand. &lt;/span&gt;The really cool thing is - God supplies the strength too.  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Acts 1:8 "But when the Holy Spirit has come upon you, you will receive power and will tell people about me everywhere. . "&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The footnote to that verse in the New Living Translation of the Bible says this&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Power from the Holy Spirit is not limited to strength beyond the ordinary. That power also involves courage, boldness, confidence, insight ability and authority."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So God, I'm fearful about this call, but I will venture, persevere and withstand. I will act in faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then, once it's over, I'll get on with my day in thankfulness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" class="sense_content"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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/8099083-6596409855389981144?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/6596409855389981144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=6596409855389981144' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6596409855389981144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/6596409855389981144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/05/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-1693508962797893440</id><published>2008-05-19T15:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:25:29.629-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Baptism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jesus Christ'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='faith'/><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH8Yo1QMQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5bJ8OZpPnRU/s1600-h/Photo0141.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH8Yo1QMQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5bJ8OZpPnRU/s320/Photo0141.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202216544797470978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I first started attending Pawleys Island Baptist Church over 20 years ago, any baptisms were done in the creek/salt marsh behind Pawleys Island, because that was our only option. The church was tiny and we only had about 50 members.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now that we've grown (check the link for Pawleys Island Community Church on the right) we still do our baptisms in the creek - and I'm so glad we do. It's a testimony to all the people at the beach and a true &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;public &lt;/span&gt;profession of faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a couple more pictures from yesterday - 13 people - men, women, children - publicly professed their faith in Jesus Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH9L41QMSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-GZwrwZwdWE/s1600-h/Photo0143.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH9L41QMSI/AAAAAAAAAA4/-GZwrwZwdWE/s320/Photo0143.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202217425265766690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH9XY1QMTI/AAAAAAAAABA/H4PrEmGxGk0/s1600-h/Photo0144.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH9XY1QMTI/AAAAAAAAABA/H4PrEmGxGk0/s320/Photo0144.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202217622834262322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was beautiful. We've been out there sometimes in nasty weather, but except for a little wind sandblasting us, it was great. Wonderful to be celebrating faith in the midst of God's amazing natural glory.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-1693508962797893440?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/1693508962797893440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=1693508962797893440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/1693508962797893440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/1693508962797893440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/05/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/SDH8Yo1QMQI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5bJ8OZpPnRU/s72-c/Photo0141.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-8068049530390172708</id><published>2008-05-17T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T15:27:21.154-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God&apos;s masterpiece'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='David Crowder Band'/><title type='text'>Glorious</title><content type='html'>I love the &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/davidcrowderband"&gt;David Crowder Band&lt;/a&gt;. Seem's like their music has been the soundtrack for my life this past year. Right now I'm listening to "Everything Glorious"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You make everything glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make everything glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you make everything glorious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;and I am yours, what does that make me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;In my past, I so needed to get that in my head, and thanks be to God, it's getting there. If I don't think I'm worth anything, then I'm not going to feel like I can do anything for God and I'm not going to take care of myself like God's glorious masterpiece.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what Paul calls us in Ephesians 2:10 "For we are God's masterpiece. He has created us anew in Christ Jesus, so that we can do the good things He planned for us long ago."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's a promise - I'm a masterpiece. Man, just typing it and tears jumped in my eyes. Little old me . . . broken me, divorced me, single mom me, feeling inadequate at work me, struggling with bills me, haven't washed my hair today yet me . . (oops that didn't need to go in). . .  I am God's &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;masterpiece&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I think if I can make sure that my daughter gets that concept into her head and heart - that she is God's masterpiece - I will have done well as a mom.  If I can help my friends to know that - I've done well as a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knowing that God thinks I'm a masterpiece sure does make me feel loved. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-8068049530390172708?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/8068049530390172708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=8068049530390172708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8068049530390172708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/8068049530390172708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/05/glorious.html' title='Glorious'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-876843379232880869</id><published>2008-05-16T03:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-16T04:09:00.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about my future</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The rain and snow come down from the heavens and stay on the ground to water the earth. They cause the grain to grow, producing seed for the farmer and bread for the hungry.  It is the same with my word, I send it out, and it always produces fruit. It will accomplish all I want it to, and it will prosper everywhere I send it. You will live in Joy and peace. The mountains and hills will burst into song, and the trees of the field will clap their hands! Where once there were thorns, cypress trees will grow. Where briers grew, myrtles will sprout up. This miracle will bring great honor to the Lord's name; it will be an everlasting sign of his power and love."   Isaiah 55:10 - 13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This passage is the deposit agreement that goes along with the image of the holy ATM from yesterday. I love this promise God says through Isaiah, "I send [my word] out, and it always produces fruit." Over the past several years I've learned that when I don't know how to pray, it's always a good choice to pray God's promises back to Him. That's where the peace comes from, that's where the assurance is that I'm praying in His will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 2 1/2 years I've gone through a separation, difficult divorce, 4 moves, a flood in our apartment, the sudden illness and death of a close friend, helping my mother recover after a traumatic injury, loneliness, major work stress and raising a teenager. I will stand on this truth - if I didn't have a real relationship with Jesus - I'd be crazy now. Bug-eyed insane. And the main thing that has kept me focused and positive, is praying God's promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even when I don't know why, when, how - I cling to scripture like a drowning person clings to a life preserver thrown their way. And ". . . it always produces fruit."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's one I repeat over and over in my head . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jeremiah 29:11  "For I know the plans I have for you, declares the Lord, plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you a hope and a future."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week, my daughter and I celebrate our first anniversary in our new, happy, home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-876843379232880869?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/876843379232880869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=876843379232880869' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/876843379232880869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/876843379232880869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-about-my-future.html' title='The truth about my future'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-5152123161666880121</id><published>2008-05-15T04:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T04:27:39.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The truth about worry</title><content type='html'>I really like the New Living translation of Philippians 4:6-7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Don't worry about anything; instead, pray about everything. Tell God what you need and thank him for all he has done. If you do this, you will experience God's peace which is far more wonderful than the human mind can understand. His peace will guard your hearts and minds as you live in Christ Jesus."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've read this portion over and over in my life. Memorized it in a different translation but got something new today when I read it again. It's not just as easy as "don't worry, just pray about it."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's praying in faith. Praying and saying thank you for what is already done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I found a quote from Catherine Marshall that explains it well - even though I had  to think back to what a "check" is :-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;With God, there is only the infinite NOW. Therefore, by faith we must grasp the fact that all the blessings we shall ever need are already deposited in the Treasury of Heaven. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money in any checking account will stay right there until the owner cashes a check in the present. Even so, we shall received God's blessing only as we claim them one by one in the present. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faith in the future tense is hope - not faith.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;(emphasis mine)&lt;/span&gt; A sure sign that our hope has passed into faith is when we stop begging God and begin thanking Him for the answer to our prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Practically how to do this? I'm memorizing the promises of God in the Bible and every time the worry gets hold of me again, I'm taking one to my ATM of prayer and making a withdrawal, being thankful that the answer is there, the need is met, even if I can't see it yet.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-5152123161666880121?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/5152123161666880121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=5152123161666880121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/5152123161666880121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/5152123161666880121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2008/05/truth-about-worry.html' title='The truth about worry'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-110812995489346193</id><published>2005-02-11T05:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-11T05:52:34.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>But as for me</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;Psalm 55:22-23&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast your cares on the Lord&lt;br /&gt;and he will sustain you;&lt;br /&gt;he will never let the righteous fall.&lt;br /&gt;But you, O God, will bring down the wicked&lt;br /&gt;into the pit of corruption;&lt;br /&gt;bloodthirsty and deceitful men&lt;br /&gt;will not live out half their days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But as for me, I trust in you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm always amazed how God's Word speaks to me right where I am emotionally and spiritually on any given day. This morning I heard a horrible news story about a couple that threw their newborn baby boy out the car window. Yesterday the horrible story was a brother and sister that brutally murdered their mother and grandparents to get the grandparents' life savings. Every day there are stories of such pure evil going on in the world that it stuns me. I asked my husband this morning - "Are more evil things happening in the world, or do we just hear about it more because of all the media?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why?" is the big question.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this question in mind I open my Bible this morning to this Psalm where David is asking "Why?". Not just "why?" on the global sense, but why would someone who has been close to me, someone who loved me, someone I trusted - why would they do evil to me? And the answer is &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; "because" or any other reason. The answer from God is "Trust Me."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trust Him when nothing makes sense, trust Him when evil occurs, trust Him in the face of uncertainty. "Cast your cares" - &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;fling&lt;/span&gt; them at God, and trust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;But as for me, I will trust in You.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-110812995489346193?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/110812995489346193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=110812995489346193' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/110812995489346193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/110812995489346193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2005/02/but-as-for-me.html' title='But as for me'/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-109361699300994913</id><published>2004-08-27T07:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T07:29:53.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1561/640/P1010025.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1561/320/P1010025.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful Carolina Sky&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-109361699300994913?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/109361699300994913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=109361699300994913' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/109361699300994913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/109361699300994913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2004/08/beautiful-carolina-sky.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8099083.post-109361689939158273</id><published>2004-08-27T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-27T07:28:19.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1561/640/P1010024.jpg'&gt;&lt;img border='0' style='border:2px solid #000066; margin:2px' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/img/69/1561/320/P1010024.jpg'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a tough place to live, but somebody has to do it.&amp;nbsp;&lt;a href='http://www.hello.com/' target='ext'&gt;&lt;img src='http://photos1.blogger.com/pbh.gif' alt='Posted by Hello' border='0' style='border:0px;padding:0px;background:transparent;' align='absmiddle'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8099083-109361689939158273?l=laurenleecobb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/feeds/109361689939158273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8099083&amp;postID=109361689939158273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/109361689939158273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8099083/posts/default/109361689939158273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://laurenleecobb.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-tough-place-to-live-but-somebody.html' title=''/><author><name>Lauren Cobb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14286037588422006224</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_qDsyzhO3HoA/Sgh_lUkYciI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/jvPvr2d6IhI/S220/LaurenLHWH.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
