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<!--Generated by Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/) on Tue, 01 Dec 2009 16:49:23 GMT--><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/"><title>Archives Oct '05-Jan '06</title><subtitle>Archives Oct '05-Jan '06</subtitle><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/</id><link rel="alternate" type="application/xhtml+xml" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/"/><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/atom.xml"/><updated>2009-05-18T01:12:38Z</updated><generator uri="http://www.squarespace.com/" version="Squarespace Site Server v5.8.3 (http://www.squarespace.com/)">Squarespace</generator><entry><title>God's Minute</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/14/gods-minute.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/14/gods-minute.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-14T13:43:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-14T13:43:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/God%27s%20Minute.83.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/200/God%27s%20Minute.76.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>January 14</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">For Thy Name's sake, lead me, and guide me.--Psalm 31:3</span></p><p>LORD, hear our prayer in the morning. We need Thee all the day, through all the days. W have our call to prayer at any hour, but particularly when the night is spent, and Thou hast kindled the dawn as if Thou hadst made the day for us and only f0r us. Then we have a strange need that Thou shouldst take our hand inThine and our heart in Thine and our brain in Thine, and that our feet walk the road where Thy footprints should show the way though Thou shouldst need to leave us for a moment. We pray our morning prayer; we lift our singing hearts to Thee and praise Thee that all the ways we take we shall surely have the good companionship which on a day long since made hearts to burn, and turned a funeral day into one of laughter and great dreams. Blessed be the Lord, Who has guided our going all these years, and Who will continue to be our help and our rejoicing. We will make melody all day; we will walk modestly all day; we will work helpfully all day; we will do things which shall not need to be undone all day; and since these matters are too large for our accomplishment, we ask Thy mighty aid. Fail us not, our God. Smile on our many activities and bid them Godspeed to the end, that at the set of sun all may be well with our hearts, and we may be bidden by Thyself into a kindly good night.</p><p>Amen.</p><p><a href="http://www.bakeru.edu/library/Quayle/wquayle2.html">Bishop William A. Quayle</a>,<br/>St. Paul, Minnesota</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/Quayle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/320/Quayle.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br/><a href="http://www.poemhunter.com/william-quayle/poet-85843/">His poems</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Resolved to Confess</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/13/resolved-to-confess.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/13/resolved-to-confess.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-13T15:05:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T15:05:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><p class="MsoNormal">After nearly a month’s break from the Resolutions and several sporatic attempts to get Resolution 7 up on the blog, something just didn’t seem to be right.<span style="">  </span>So I’d put it on the back burner and let it simmer and go back to the sections of his memoirs and some readings from his works for inspiration.<span style="">  </span>If my goal in this series was simply to share what I saw in the resolution and my thoughts about it, then this would be a fairly straight forward resolution and it wouldn’t have been too difficult to get something up quickly.</p>     <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>But that is not what I set out to do.<span style="">  </span>I set out to examine the resolutions in the context of the life and writings of Jonathan Edwards with a view toward understanding the man and, hopefully to apply what I learned in my own life for the purpose of developing a heart after God like his.<span style="">  </span>I saw in his writings a depth of character that came through his own self examination and I thought, “it would be good for me to know myself like this—I am too adept at rationalizing and defending myself.”</p>         <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>I have come to see that I have bitten off a good deal more than I can chew, and yet I will endeavor to persevere because it does me good. And if it takes me much longer than I thought and if I lose the interest of others or if I find I am never able to sensibly share this on the blog, then so be it.<span style=""> Protecting my own pride and not wanting to look like a quitter is not sufficient reason to carry a project on to (public) completion, and so</span><o:p></o:p> in all this I will say along with Edwards:</p>     <p class="MsoNormal"><o:p></o:p>Being sensible that I am unable to do anything without God’s help, I do humbly entreat Him by His grace to enable me <i style="">to continue with this project</i>, so far as it is agreeable to His will, for Christ’s sake.</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>God's Minute</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/13/gods-minute.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/13/gods-minute.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-13T12:24:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T12:24:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/God%27s%20Minute.82.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/200/God%27s%20Minute.75.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>January 13</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">Let not your heart be troubled.--John 14:1</span></p><p>ETERNAL GOD our Heavenly Father, we bow in gratitude before Thee this morning.  We have been kept by Thy power during the darkness of the night.  We are refreshed and strengthened for the duties of the new day.  Thou hast made every provision for our physical needs.  Accept this offering of sincere hearts.  We would begin the day aright, so we tarry at Thy feet and implore the Divine blessing.  We thank Thee for the message of Jesus Christ.  Write His Word upon our hearts and help us to remember that Thou art the source of help for men in the critical experiences of life.  We cannot see into the future so we know not what things shall come to pass this day.  The spirit of future discernment is not with us.  Things of great mystery may surge around us.  We may be thrust into some dire temptation.  We may be testd almost to the limit of endurance.  Help us at all times to "believe in God" and to "believe in Jesus Christ."  May the near personality of Jesus and the preciousness of His Word protect our hearts from trouble.  Keep us this day from evil and help us to "hold steady" for the sake of One whose face "was set" toward Calvary.  Bring us in Thine own good time to the place where the "mansions are" and give us the consciousness of a saving and keeping faith.  In the Master's name we ask it.</p><p>Amen.</p><p>Rev. Benjamin Young,<br/>Kansas City, Missouri</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>I'm having a senior moment</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/13/im-having-a-senior-moment.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/13/im-having-a-senior-moment.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-13T02:46:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-13T02:46:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>I can't remember the name of a book that I've read several times to the boys when they were younger. Last time was about 10 years ago when Sam was in Kindergarten or first grade. It's about a well educated, civilized mouse who takes his young wife on a picnic and ends up getting swept away in a storm and is marooned on an island. It's a wonderful book and it really bugs me that I can't remember the title or the author or even the mouse's name. Might have had island in the title.</p><p>SOMEBODY has to remember the name of this book! Please! I don't want to have to go up to the cold attic tomorrow and rummage around in the boxes to find it!</p><p>[update]</p><p>Nevermind, *grin*, it was the first thing that popped into my head this morning.  <span style="font-style: italic;">Abel's Island.</span> by William Steig.  (Although I did have to go to Amazon to come up with the author)  You can get it new or used, hardback or paperback for a song at Amazon so if you have young children and you've never read it to them, or if your kids are ready to read a "real book" on their own, I highly recommend it.</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">From the back cover:</span>  "With inimitable style, Steig tells the story of a mouse, Abelard Hassam di Chirico Flint, who gets swept away in a driving rainstorm while rescuing his wife's scarf and winds up stranded on a river island for a year.  Abel isn't just any mouse.  He is a fastidious Edwardian dandy who's inherited wealth ensures the leisurely comforts he takes such pleasure in.  But Abel's high toned life of leisure conceals a soul full of true grit:  once faced with the necessity of survival, Abel rises to the challenge."--Starred/Booklist</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Sunshine</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/12/sunshine.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/12/sunshine.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-12T14:58:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T14:58:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><div style="text-align: center;">  </div> <div style="text-align: center;"> <div style="text-align: left;">  <p class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 12pt; text-align: center;" align="center">I've been waiting for that bright sunshine to show up and shine in my back door someday.<o:p></o:p></p>   <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><i>Luther Allison</i><o:p></o:p></p>  Today the sun is shining! It is amazing to me how much one can overlook during extended days of gloom and cloudcover! This morning, I saw doggy noseprints on my doors and windows, dust bunnies on my hardwood floors. I saw how desperately my car needs to be washed! I saw how sluggish I had become.<br/></div> <div style="text-align: left;"><span class="bodybold"><br/>Today the sun is shining! It is amazing to me how much one can see when the sun shines! I saw latent energy in the grass and shrubs--growth and brilliant color just bursting to return to life. I saw neighbors walking without hats, smiles on their faces and springs in their steps. I saw my garden as it will be in just a few, short months. I saw the hope of tomorrow and the Hand of the Almighty One Who gives us good gifts in season.<span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span><br/><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div> </div> <blockquote></blockquote> <div style="text-align: center;"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span></span></div>    <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Just living is not enough. One must have sunshine, freedom, and a little flower.</p><p><i>Hans Christian Andersen</i><o:p></o:p></p>   <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Sunshine is a welcome thing. It brings a lot of brightness.<o:p></o:p></p>   <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><i>Jimmie Davis</i><o:p></o:p></p>   <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">I always feel sorry for people who think more about a rainy day ahead than sunshine today.</p><p><i>Rae Foley</i><o:p></o:p></p>   <u1:p></u1:p>  <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">He that will enjoy the brightness of <span style="color: black;">sunshine</span>, must quit the coolness of the shade.</p><p><i>Samuel Johnson</i><o:p></o:p></p>   <u1:p></u1:p>  <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center">Nobody needs a smile so much as the one who has none to give. So get used to smiling heart-warming smiles, and you will spread sunshine in a sometimes dreary world.</p><p><st1:place st="on"><st1:city st="on"><st1:city st="on"><st1:place st="on"><i>Lawrence</i></st1:place></st1:City></st1:city></st1:place><i> G. Lovasik</i><o:p></o:p></p>   <u1:p></u1:p>  <p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"><u1:p></u1:p>Sunshine is delicious, rain is refreshing, wind braces us up, snow is exhilarating; there is really no such thing as bad weather, only different kinds of good weather.</p><p><i>John Ruskin</i><o:p></o:p></p>   <p style="text-align: center;" class="MsoNormal"><span class="bodybold"><span style="font-style: italic;"></span><o:p></o:p></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>God's Minute</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/12/gods-minute.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/12/gods-minute.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-12T12:25:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-12T12:25:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/God%27s%20Minute.81.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/200/God%27s%20Minute.74.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>January 12</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">The faithful God, which keepeth covenant.--Deuteronomy 7:9</span></p><p>OUR Heavenly Father, we come to thank Thee for Thy many mercies, and to invoke Thy protection and guidance for all the way of life.  We rejoice that we may know Thee and love Thee and serve Thee and be like Thee.  Grant us grace to please Thee in all that we think and plan and do.  Help us to live in such fellowship with Thee that Thou canst not only dwell in us, but work through us.  Help us to share our blessings with others, and to find in our privileges an obligaion to minister to those who need what we have.  Bestow upon us strength for our daily tasks; courage in the face of fears; comfort in sorrow; quiet in the midst of tumult; hope in the presence of uncertainty; high motives for humble as well as high deeds; self-control in the hour of provocation; gentleness and forgiveness when tempted to revenge; and the peace which passeth all understanding.  Hold in Thy holy care all our loved ones, and keep guard over our interests in life.  Give us to see the speedy coming of Thy Kingdom among all men, and let us have an increasing share in its establishment.  Fill our hearts with songs of expectation, and flood our faces with morning light, and when the day is done, let the weariness of work make welcome the rest of home, we beg in our Redeemer's name. </p><p>Amen.</p><p>James I. Vance, D.D.,<br/>Nashville, Tennessee</p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>2</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/817289426360.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/817289426360.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-11T22:34:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T22:34:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>       </p> I've been <a href="http://oikourgos.blogspot.com/2006/01/two-by-two-taglines.html">tagged</a> by Marlene at <a href="http://oikourgos.blogspot.com">Home Maker</a> for the "2 meme".  (If you never have before, go visit Marlene--she has a great blog.  If you have already, go say "hi" for me!)<a href="http://theupwardcall.blogspot.com/"></a></p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 names you go by:</span><br/>1. Mom<br/>2. Honey</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 parts of your heritage:</span><br/>1. Irish<br/>2. Welsh</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things that scare you:</span><br/>1. driving around Chicago/Gary IN.<br/>2. when a loved one is late getting home</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 of your everyday essentials:</span><br/>1. reading<br/>2. praying</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things you are wearing right now:</span><br/>1. my old green Eddie Bauer sweatshirt sweater<br/>2. my new earrings :)</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things you want in a relationship (other than real love):</span><br/>1. laughter<br/>2. integrity</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 truths:</span><br/>1. this world is not my home<br/>2. Christ in me, the hope of glory</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 physical things that appeal to you (in the opposite sex):</span><br/>1. my husband's smile<br/>2. my husband's eyes</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 of your favorite hobbies:</span><br/>1. cooking<br/>2. decorating</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things you want really badly:</span><br/>1. my unsaved loved ones to come to Christ<br/>2. To be conformed to the likeness of Christ</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 places you want to go on vacation:</span><br/>1. Ireland<br/>2. Fort Morgan Beach</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things you want to do before you die:</span><br/>1. teach my (future) grandaughters to cook<br/>2. visit Ireland</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 ways that you are stereotypically a chick:</span><br/>1. I hate my hair<br/>2. I like to "make it all better"</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 things you are thinking about now:</span><br/>1. I really should be making supper.<br/>2. I wonder if there's any salad leftover from last night.</p><p><span style="font-weight: bold;">2 stores you shop at:</span><br/>1. Kohls<br/>2. World Market</p><p>I would like to tag some bloggers that I've just recently met; Carmen at <a href="http://mywordwrites.blogspot.com/">Full Contact Christ-Centric living</a> and "Created" at <a href="http://ahumbleheart.org/blog/">Created for HIS Glory</a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Dogs are like toddlers. . .</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/dogs-are-like-toddlers.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/dogs-are-like-toddlers.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-11T18:51:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T18:51:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>...when the weather is gloomy and yucky and they can't go outside, they get rowdy.</p><p>Today the girls have been playing an extended version of an old game. Run and chase. When one goes outside to go potty, the other one stands at the door. . .waiting. As soon as the one comes in, off they go!</p><p>They wrestle and run, they leap and skitter, they growl and pant. Most especially they wag their tails.</p><p>Today, I'm glad they can entertain themselves.  Say a prayer for my hardwood floors because they're at it again!</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/scuttlepups%203.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/400/scuttlepups%203.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br/><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/scuttlepups%204.0.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/400/scuttlepups%204.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br/><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/scuttlepups%205.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/400/scuttlepups%205.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br/><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/scuttlepups%201.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/400/scuttlepups%201.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>Carnival of Beauty</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/carnival-of-beauty.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/carnival-of-beauty.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-11T14:27:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T14:27:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p>Carol at <a href="http://she-lives.typepad.com">She Lives</a> is hosting this week's <a href="http://she-lives.typepad.com/she_lives/2006/01/she_hosts_the_c.html">Carnival of Beauty</a>:</p><blockquote><p>From snowflakes to fires, from the young to the old, from depression to joy, from warm to cold, from serious to hillarious, winter's beauty threads its way through this week's carnival.</blockquote>Go visit Carol and experience the Beauty of Winter through the eyes of some beautiful women.</p><p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/winter.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/400/winter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a><br/><span style="font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" ><span style="font-weight: bold;">It was You who set all the boundaries of the earth; You made both summer and</span> </span><b style="font-family: georgia; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">winter</b><span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:georgia;" >.  Psalm 74:17<br/></span></p>]]></content></entry><entry><title>God's Minute</title><id>http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/gods-minute.html</id><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://hiraeth.squarespace.com/hiraeth-a/2006/1/11/gods-minute.html"/><author><name>Kim from Hiraeth</name></author><published>2006-01-11T13:49:00Z</published><updated>2006-01-11T13:49:00Z</updated><content type="html" xml:lang="en-US"><![CDATA[<p><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/1600/God%27s%20Minute.80.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6795/1669/200/God%27s%20Minute.73.jpg" alt="" border="0" /></a>January 11</p><p><span style="font-style: italic;">And as thy days, so shall thy strength be.--Deuteronomy 33:25</span></p><p>O LORD, our ever loving Father, we thank Thee for Thy watchful providence in the past and for the promise of Thy guidance in the days to come.  As dew unto the withered flower and rain unto the parched grass, so is the knowledge of Thy presence and the assurance of Thy blessing to the weary human heart.  Help us to begin the morning hours with the knowledge and this assurance so that we may be strong and courageous for whatever conflicts of the spirit it may be ours to wage today.  May Thy kingdom come more perfectly in our own hearts and throughout the world this day.  As we grow in years, may we grow in the beauty of holiness and may the approving smile of God atone for the passing of years.  In the days of prosperity may we not forget Thee, and in the days of affliction we know that Thou wilt not forget us.  Grant us grace to live the life of the righteous that we may be well assured our last end shall be like His.  And when Thou dost call us home; be it in the morning, in the noon-day, or beneath the rays of the setting sun of old age, may Thy hand sustain us and comfort us and lead us through the valley of the shadow until we awaken in the splendor of Thine own everlasting morning beyond the grave.  And Thine shall be the praise and the glory through Christ our Lord.</p><p>Amen</p><p>Rev. Fredrick D. Kershner,<br/>Des Moines, Iowa</p>]]></content></entry></feed>