<?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-6431984645824814185</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:50:49.117-04:00</updated><category term='thirst'/><category term='blogging'/><title type='text'>The Thirsty Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>Like David in the Psalms, my soul thirsts for the Living Water...

O God, Thou art my God:
I shall seek Thee earnestly;
My soul thirsts for Thee,
My flesh yearns for Thee,
In a dry and weary land where there is no water.
~Psalm 63:1</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431984645824814185.post-1963963973421740683</id><published>2008-08-21T19:24:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-21T21:44:28.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been TAGGED!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I've been TAGGED by Kim at &lt;a href="http://ChristSaturated.blogspot.com"&gt;The Christ-Saturated Life&lt;/a&gt;...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m supposed to share an Alphabet story, the A to Z 's of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ttched or Single? Attached by velcro to Earl, the love of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;est Friend? After Jesus? You know who you are, always and forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ake or Pie? Cake. Without the icing, preferably!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ay of Choice? Sunday -- I love corporate worship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ssential Item? My computer, without a doubt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;F&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;lavor of ice cream? Can't remember what it's called (it's been so long!!) but it's vanilla with chocolate covered almonds in it. Mmmm.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ummy Bears or Worms? Bears, absolutely. Definitely easier to handle and not as messy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ometown? Yuma, AZ&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ndulgences? Twizzlers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;anuary or July? January in Florida or July in Western PA -- either is wonderful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;K&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ids? One of my own and five of Earl's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;L&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ast Movie I saw in a Theater? The Bucket List&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;iddle Name? Elaine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ranges or Apples? Depends on the day, but usually apples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;hobia or Fear? Not real fond of heights. Or bugs (and that includes spiders).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Q&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;uote? &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"People crave a human worth worshiping. We are wise not to try to deliver."&lt;/span&gt; Beth Moore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eason to Smile? Jesus knows me, this I love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;S&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;eason? Autumn. I'm amazed at the riot of colors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;ag two more: Evelyn at &lt;a href="http://cafeglover.blogspot.com/"&gt;CafeGlover&lt;/a&gt; and Linda at &lt;a href="http://gallerialindashowcase.blogspot.com/"&gt;GalleriaLinda&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;nknown Fact About Me? When I was a kid I wanted to play the violin. After three lessons my music teacher refused to continue with me saying I was hopeless and would never "get" music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;V&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;egetarian or Oppressor of Animals? Relatively new vegetarian, and enjoying it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;W&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;orst Habit? Diet Dew&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;X&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;-rays or Ultrasounds? X-rays -- my daughter is a tech, what can I say??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;our favorite Food? Mexican.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Z&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;oo I love?  I've only been to one in the US -- Detroit Zoo, and that was in the dead of Winter, so it's a stretch to say there's a zoo I love... But I'd love to go to another one sometime!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have it... a snapshot of me from A to Z.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431984645824814185-1963963973421740683?l=thethirstysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1963963973421740683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6431984645824814185&amp;postID=1963963973421740683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/1963963973421740683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/1963963973421740683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/2008/08/ive-been-tagged.html' title='I&apos;ve been TAGGED!!'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431984645824814185.post-4597211213015586908</id><published>2008-06-18T08:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T09:12:48.957-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Through a Glass Darkly</title><content type='html'>My husband, Earl, and I were talking the other day about heaven, and how we were eager to see what it is really like. Not eager enough to jump in front of a truck or anything, but really looking forward to finding out what beauty there is, experiencing it, and being totally renewed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scripture gives us hints, of course, with some descriptions of the walls and gates, the throne and the river that flows from it, the sea of glass, the tree of life that bring healing to the nations, and the Father and Jesus Himself, who are the temple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Earl brought up that verse in 1 Corinthians 13 that talks about seeing through a glass darkly, and we talked about seeing the back yard through the frosted bathroom window. We can see light, and we can tell there's something green, but how amazing the back yard would seem if all we had ever seen of it was through that frosted glass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I thought about my visit a long time ago to the Grand Canyon. My family had arrived well after dark, and we had a small "rustic" cabin. (I didn't realize "rustic" meant no bathroom facilities!!). We hiked up to the main lodge for obvious reasons, and stood in the great room with large windows looking out on the view.  But it was dark outside, and while we could see there was &lt;em&gt;some&lt;/em&gt;thing out there, mostly we just saw our own reflections. We got up close to the windows and peered out, and were able to make out a few details, but they were sketchy at best. Imagine our delight when we saw the grandeur of the canyon the next morning!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And our view of heaven is rather like that, isn't it? Much of what we think it will be like is a reflection of who we are and what we believe. But the closer we get to the Word, which is the window that we have into heaven, the more we see some of the real features. But it won't be until that bright new Morning when we are there that we will really know what it is like. And its grandeur will pale in comparison to the Grand Canyon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431984645824814185-4597211213015586908?l=thethirstysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/4597211213015586908/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6431984645824814185&amp;postID=4597211213015586908' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/4597211213015586908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/4597211213015586908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/through-glass-darkly.html' title='Through a Glass Darkly'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431984645824814185.post-1250836935425389964</id><published>2008-06-07T15:19:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-07T15:33:02.130-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='thirst'/><title type='text'>Are You Thirsty?</title><content type='html'>It occurred to me as I looked over at my half-finished cup of coffee, my almost empty bottle of diet Coke, and a nearly full bottle of water, that I'm not often &lt;em&gt;really&lt;/em&gt; thirsty. I sip on something most of the day, and while I have a nagging desire for something in my mouth, I don't really feel "thirsty."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I've also noticed that when I drink mostly water, I want more water, and when I drink other things like soda, coffee, or tea, water doesn't really appeal to me that much. I think there's a spiritual application in here somewhere...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus is the Living Water, and when I return time and time again to quench my thirst in Him, I long for more and more of the Water only He can give. But when I drink from the cups the world offers, my thirst -- my real thirst -- is masked. I have a gnawing feeling of not being satisfied, but it's not hollering for attention. And so, I go on checking email and listening to the radio and working and shopping and visiting... but what I need to be doing is drinking the Living Water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My problem is that I'm just not soul-thirsty enough. How about you? Are you thirsty for the Living Water, or are you content to be pseudo-satisfied with the luke-warm, mind-numbing grog of the world?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431984645824814185-1250836935425389964?l=thethirstysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/1250836935425389964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6431984645824814185&amp;postID=1250836935425389964' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/1250836935425389964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/1250836935425389964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/2008/06/are-you-thirsty.html' title='Are You Thirsty?'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431984645824814185.post-206315962229456067</id><published>2008-05-25T07:57:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T08:35:07.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>7 Things I Like About God This Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's God. Goes without saying, of course, but what if He weren't? What God held grudges, or was capricious, or decided we really weren't worth the effort? What if you were God -- or worse, perhaps, what if I were?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is into infinite variety. There are more shades of green than I ever conceived. And think about snowflakes and fingerprints -- all different. And people -- all different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is sovereign. He's in control. No matter how things seem to be careening down the bobsled trail, it's all part of a carefully designed plan for my good and His glory. And not only that, but think of all the minute details He has to orchestrate in order to choreograph what we so casually chalk up to "circumstance."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He loves words. After all, He created everything by speaking, and revealed Himself through His Word. And Jesus IS the Word. I love words, too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's all about relationship. I'm pretty much a loner, but even for me, it would be a terrible thing if isolation was His plan. He sets us in families and friendships and churches. He is, within Himself, the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, the ultimate Relationship, and because He made us in His image, we are drawn to relationship also, and are incomplete without it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He is a God of lavish abundance. He owns it all, and freely gives it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;He's a God of celebration. Celebrations are ways to mark the good things that happen in our lives. Today I'm celebrating the birthday of one of my most favorite people, Kim Avery. Happy Birthday, Kim!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431984645824814185-206315962229456067?l=thethirstysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/206315962229456067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6431984645824814185&amp;postID=206315962229456067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/206315962229456067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/206315962229456067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/7-things-i-like-about-god-this-morning.html' title='7 Things I Like About God This Morning'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431984645824814185.post-6493356365529210077</id><published>2008-05-24T23:16:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:37:28.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mirage of Worldly Pleasures</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I've been thinking about the world being a desert and the mirage of satisfaction it offers. It's been a long time since I've been out West and seen the distant shimmer of what promises to be water but is not. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The tendency, if you are lost in the desert, is to chase after those fleeting images, sure of finding satisfaction, but instead, experiencing disappointment after disappointment. And so it is in life. We chase after success and popularity, knowledge and possessions, sure that the next conquest will bring us the satisfaction we so desperately desire. But it does not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Our soul thirst can only be quenched by the Living Water -- Jesus Himself. The fleeting satisfaction that comes from achievement and recognition, acquisitions and status, control and a full schedule is only an illusion. It cannot bring true peace or contentment or joy or love. Those things, what we really long for, can only come as we submerse ourselves in a relationship with the Lover of our souls. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431984645824814185-6493356365529210077?l=thethirstysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/6493356365529210077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6431984645824814185&amp;postID=6493356365529210077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/6493356365529210077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/6493356365529210077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/mirage-of-worldly-enticements.html' title='The Mirage of Worldly Pleasures'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6431984645824814185.post-187336474474262852</id><published>2008-05-23T19:55:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T08:32:44.837-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='blogging'/><title type='text'>To Blog or Not To Blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I'm hoping that blogs are a lot like pickles -- once you get the first one out of the jar, the rest come pretty easily.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I've though about blogging for quite a while, and now that I have one, it's rather like the perfect pages of a brand new journal... hard to know where to start. Can't start at the beginning because I'd never catch up. Reluctant to start with "now" because there's so much good stuff that's hanging out there waiting to be written about.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So, I guess the answer is just to blog "ALOT" -- that stands for &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ittle &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;his and &lt;strong&gt;A&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;L&lt;/strong&gt;ittle &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;T&lt;/strong&gt;hat. My goal is to write three times a week and chronicle my quest to quench my soul thirst with the Living Water.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The theme song from "Monk" says, "It's a jungle out there..." Personally, I think it's a desert out there. Wandering in the world will give you a glass of sand for your thirsty soul. It's like an mirage, shimmering and enticing, but not a bit satisfying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6431984645824814185-187336474474262852?l=thethirstysoul.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/feeds/187336474474262852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6431984645824814185&amp;postID=187336474474262852' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/187336474474262852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6431984645824814185/posts/default/187336474474262852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thethirstysoul.blogspot.com/2008/05/to-blog-or-not-to-blog.html' title='To Blog or Not To Blog...'/><author><name>Susan Fleming</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12919497719417833346</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_b15VMKet-UE/SLAK_YGTiVI/AAAAAAAAAA0/63nKx0G4PAA/S220/Susan_2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
