<?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-2810020611907640485</id><updated>2012-02-10T12:45:07.047-05:00</updated><category term='Father'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='fall'/><category term='donovan'/><category term='prayer'/><category term='. Remember'/><title type='text'>Storms of Life...</title><subtitle type='html'>In my job something I must deal with are severe storms; more importantly I must survive the storms of life. The Lord will help us handle anything that comes our way. Ask him to help you and then trust he will. (Jack Donovan)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5424450363608548958</id><published>2012-01-21T05:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-21T05:04:42.111-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Gift From God...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-zxtO8g7N8/TxqNA4cd4vI/AAAAAAAABU4/JtA0Ur0wr3w/s1600/Carla.5.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="242" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-zxtO8g7N8/TxqNA4cd4vI/AAAAAAAABU4/JtA0Ur0wr3w/s320/Carla.5.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;As I sit here typing before 5am I am thinking of my wife and how blessed I am. She has always been there for me. She is a loving mother and grandmother who would do anything for her family. She takes care of the home, cleans like nobody I know and works until she is ready to physically drop. But now she is in pain, she has many health problems that the doctors say there is no cure. It breaks my heart.&amp;nbsp; She has recently had to quit her job and I am glad she could. You would not know by looking at her that anything is wrong but I see her suffer. Please pray for her.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;God I ask you to intervene.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Thank you for your prayers... &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5424450363608548958?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5424450363608548958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5424450363608548958' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5424450363608548958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5424450363608548958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2012/01/my-gift-from-god.html' title='My Gift From God...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-l-zxtO8g7N8/TxqNA4cd4vI/AAAAAAAABU4/JtA0Ur0wr3w/s72-c/Carla.5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1052169329796764084</id><published>2011-12-20T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-20T12:58:23.687-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Time...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEVLjqI4wZw/TvDLs7dJt1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/xT0gnHhbVtM/s1600/Christmas+tree.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEVLjqI4wZw/TvDLs7dJt1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/xT0gnHhbVtM/s320/Christmas+tree.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkJgwaCtUZY/TvDLzv2UJgI/AAAAAAAABUY/EyNmOYBeILA/s1600/Christmas+pkg.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="239" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BkJgwaCtUZY/TvDLzv2UJgI/AAAAAAAABUY/EyNmOYBeILA/s320/Christmas+pkg.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwNCWUMRKOU/TvDL6FFhbSI/AAAAAAAABUg/95TZo6bXpOA/s1600/lord-jesus-christ.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="246" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DwNCWUMRKOU/TvDL6FFhbSI/AAAAAAAABUg/95TZo6bXpOA/s320/lord-jesus-christ.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Christmas, families coming together, children laughing, a time of joy for many. Christmas trees, lights, presents, music, excitement in the air, yes it's Christmas. The birth of Jesus, the savior of the world, the giver of peace, the hope for a lost world, the reason for this Christmas season.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;But wait... so many are sad, hurting, not feeling the excitement or the joy. They have forgot the reason for the season because we have forgot them. "We are the hands and feet of Jesus," but yet we wash our hands and walk the other way.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b style="color: black;"&gt;Show some kindness today whether it is just a smile, a helping hand, a dollar or a meal. God forgive us and help us to be more like you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1052169329796764084?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1052169329796764084/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1052169329796764084' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1052169329796764084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1052169329796764084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas-time.html' title='Christmas Time...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OEVLjqI4wZw/TvDLs7dJt1I/AAAAAAAABUQ/xT0gnHhbVtM/s72-c/Christmas+tree.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8294169249395205299</id><published>2011-11-08T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T17:15:02.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is in Control...</title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xipLs6jcqjQ/TrmoL2MuVkI/AAAAAAAABTs/3C4bsDLbFeo/s1600/Galaxy.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="180" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xipLs6jcqjQ/TrmoL2MuVkI/AAAAAAAABTs/3C4bsDLbFeo/s320/Galaxy.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAx1-DO9Syk/TrmoSe_gyII/AAAAAAAABT0/zwu86rtZhqg/s1600/earth.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YAx1-DO9Syk/TrmoSe_gyII/AAAAAAAABT0/zwu86rtZhqg/s320/earth.jpg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;I have been singing since I was a small child and playing the guitar since I was 13. The Lord opened a lot of doors for me and through those doors I went. I was able to sing and play for many years. I felt blessed and that the Lord was using me. But, for the last few years I feel like my guitar playing is suffering a major slump and the opportunities for me to sing have dwindled to nothing. I have become discouraged and wondered what's going on??? Years ago I made a commitment to sing for the Lord, so was King of Kings done with me? I've been spending a lot of energy trying to figure out what I am supposed to do.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color: black;"&gt;Today the Lord revealed to me through the testimony of another person that He has everything under control. He wants me to spend more time with Him. Read his Word more, pray more and worship Him more. He will take care of the rest. God is in control...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8294169249395205299?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8294169249395205299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8294169249395205299' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8294169249395205299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8294169249395205299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2011/11/god-is-in-control.html' title='God is in Control...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xipLs6jcqjQ/TrmoL2MuVkI/AAAAAAAABTs/3C4bsDLbFeo/s72-c/Galaxy.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2887592287632056701</id><published>2011-08-13T10:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-13T12:11:55.446-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='. Remember'/><title type='text'>Small Town Politics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuVNFf7XqD4/Tkagi2v21pI/AAAAAAAABTQ/I9zLNz0-KYw/s1600/Gtown.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuVNFf7XqD4/Tkagi2v21pI/AAAAAAAABTQ/I9zLNz0-KYw/s320/Gtown.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640372104000362130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZRb0JStTA0/TkagieYcWFI/AAAAAAAABTI/VMJ7lz5X05M/s1600/Horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zZRb0JStTA0/TkagieYcWFI/AAAAAAAABTI/VMJ7lz5X05M/s320/Horses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640372097459705938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K_burwdVMY/TkaflFfQzSI/AAAAAAAABSo/rQqLbU3RRo0/s1600/scott-co-horses.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6K_burwdVMY/TkaflFfQzSI/AAAAAAAABSo/rQqLbU3RRo0/s320/scott-co-horses.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5640371042805402914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving from a vibrant city to a small town in the rolling hills of the bluegrass over 20 years ago was a big culture change for me. It was nice in the sense that people were friendly and the community really seemed to get along regardless of your political party affiliation. This is not the case anymore. We now have 4 political parties; Democrats, Republicans, the Tea Party and the Independents. None of them like each other and even though this may have been true for many years the attacks are more visible and vocal than ever before. The Democrats secretly in some ways love the the Tea Party because it has split the Republican Party. Reading editorials in our local newspaper and some facebook comments you would think that our town had no one over the age of 12. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Georgetown, Kentucky is the fastest growing city and Scott County is the fastest growing county in the Commonwealth. With that said we are still relatively small when compared to cities like Lexington and Louisville. Being small but growing fast does cause us our problems; our growth is more residential than commercial. So, our infrastructure is being taxed without the revenue to support it. Now one would think that we would remember our past of how well the county and cities worked together. We were able to achieve great things with this cooperative working relationship. In fact Scott County was known statewide for how well it's cities and the county worked together. Think of a marriage, when you work as a united team good things happen, when you don't... well you know the outcome!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So what does Georgetown and Scott County do? What do all of the political parties do in this county that just can't make each other agree to their point of view (which of course is the only way to do things)? I believe the first step is to stop where you are and remember the past! Your present actions are not working. You are causing a division in this county that is not healthy to it's future. Learn to work together. Remember two of the things you learned in kindergarten, share everything and play fair.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I moved to this community I thought it would be peaceful but it has been anything but peaceful. I still have hope for Georgetown and Scott County but it's up to it's people and the ones they elect as their leaders.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I know this is a stray from my normal posts but it is something that weighs heavy on my mind. I really hate politics. The political party I am affiliated with has betrayed me but that's OK. You know I don't live my life for politics as many do; I love my family and I love my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;“Never will I leave you; never will I forsake you.” Hebrews 13:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2887592287632056701?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2887592287632056701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2887592287632056701' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2887592287632056701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2887592287632056701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2011/08/small-town-politics.html' title='Small Town Politics...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yuVNFf7XqD4/Tkagi2v21pI/AAAAAAAABTQ/I9zLNz0-KYw/s72-c/Gtown.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7074299434675726777</id><published>2011-05-21T20:03:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-21T20:52:31.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I Need a Vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smv67DntkVc/Tdhbkz0CqvI/AAAAAAAABPI/Ip1H-2sMU20/s1600/stress.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 333px; height: 221px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smv67DntkVc/Tdhbkz0CqvI/AAAAAAAABPI/Ip1H-2sMU20/s320/stress.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609334023831857906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-VDbMjFpooi0/TdhbkvPjLtI/AAAAAAAABPA/EFAlHYxiFFY/s1600/41dIXaKFpQL._SS500_.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqCShm52xI8/TdhblzZNDnI/AAAAAAAABPQ/1zSH1SWheHg/s1600/stress2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 330px; height: 230px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-oqCShm52xI8/TdhblzZNDnI/AAAAAAAABPQ/1zSH1SWheHg/s320/stress2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609334040899161714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Tomorrow morning we leave for Florida. Back to the place I grew up, back to the place where my children were born and back to where so many of my good friends live. This year has been a stressful year and it's only May. It seems like every year is in competition with the last to be more stressful. I don't know what's going on but sometimes I feel like my stress level is about to peg-out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;So what do we do about stress? Do we go to our friends? Sure, friends can help but they can also let you down if you put too much faith in them. Remember they are human just like you and they can get stressed just like you. Do we go to our church? Well just like our friends, the human side eventually comes through. Wow you say! This guy is depressing!! So what is a stressed out man/ woman/ young person to do? The bible says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;“Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you rest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart, and you will find rest for your souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj" style="color:"&gt;&lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt; For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” Matthew 11:28-30&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style=" color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We really need to trust the Lord more, rely on Him more and put our faith in things and people less; after all haven't we already tried that? I know I have...&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/2810020611907640485-7074299434675726777?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7074299434675726777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7074299434675726777' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7074299434675726777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7074299434675726777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2011/05/i-need-vacation.html' title='I Need a Vacation...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Smv67DntkVc/Tdhbkz0CqvI/AAAAAAAABPI/Ip1H-2sMU20/s72-c/stress.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3255519296771878768</id><published>2011-02-12T17:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-31T11:56:55.149-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Time for life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xHMCAKk3zc/TVcMvuT3E1I/AAAAAAAABO4/nHbvmK5Yss0/s1600/families_land.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572937077918995282" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 303px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xHMCAKk3zc/TVcMvuT3E1I/AAAAAAAABO4/nHbvmK5Yss0/s320/families_land.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71sf-ah-pMI/TVcMvZ8nFHI/AAAAAAAABOw/55QE7z-nFMw/s1600/philips-eco-tv-7000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572937072452768882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: pointer; HEIGHT: 219px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-71sf-ah-pMI/TVcMvZ8nFHI/AAAAAAAABOw/55QE7z-nFMw/s320/philips-eco-tv-7000.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold; COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Sometimes it just seems that my life is just flying by so fast that I hardly have time to catch my breath. There is an old saying that you need to "stop and smell the roses" and it is so true. The first twenty years of my life as I reflect on them took forever to pass. The next twenty passed a little quicker and the next ten just vanished. Now I find myself thinking about the years I have left and I don't want to waste them. None of us though are promised tomorrow or even today. Think about all the hours we waste on saying stupid hurtful things to our loved ones (and why, are we just tired?). Think about the hours and days we waste on TV or selfish things that steal time from our families or our walk with the Lord. Nothing is wrong with some "me" time as long as "they" don't forget who "me" is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Don't waste another moment!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Watch your words!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;Love, enjoy your life...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3255519296771878768?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3255519296771878768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3255519296771878768' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3255519296771878768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3255519296771878768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2011/02/time-for-life.html' title='Time for life...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-1xHMCAKk3zc/TVcMvuT3E1I/AAAAAAAABO4/nHbvmK5Yss0/s72-c/families_land.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8477313467236789137</id><published>2010-12-21T11:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T17:01:00.898-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdaGdEttI/AAAAAAAABOY/xFeyFs_6BmI/s1600/nativity-story-08.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdaGdEttI/AAAAAAAABOY/xFeyFs_6BmI/s320/nativity-story-08.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181781026715346" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdZso4eyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/0V17vwtuwJc/s1600/Christmas-Fireplace-509892.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdZso4eyI/AAAAAAAABOQ/0V17vwtuwJc/s320/Christmas-Fireplace-509892.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181774096923426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdY2MEr0I/AAAAAAAABOI/0uVoz-JkV50/s1600/christmas_tree_800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdY2MEr0I/AAAAAAAABOI/0uVoz-JkV50/s320/christmas_tree_800.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5553181759480573762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Only a few days until the world celebrates the birth of Jesus Christ. I know many actually celebrate anything but his birth. It is a carnal celebration of lights, music, gifts and food. There is nothing wrong with these things as long as we take time to remember our Savior just like we take time to remember those in our families when they have birthdays. Then we should really take it a bit further to remember the Lord just like we would someone in our family who died saving our life. "Wait" you say, "I would never celebrate the birthday of a loved one who died; it would just be too sad!" I agree with you but what if your loved one rose from the dead? Christ did! He's alive!! His Spirit is here with us and when we celebrate His day, He knows it and He celebrates with us. When we pray "any" day He knows and He hears our every word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Remember Him this CHRISTmas...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;Happy Birthday Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8477313467236789137?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8477313467236789137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8477313467236789137' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8477313467236789137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8477313467236789137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TRDdaGdEttI/AAAAAAAABOY/xFeyFs_6BmI/s72-c/nativity-story-08.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-746058135873944667</id><published>2010-09-27T12:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T12:41:30.508-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Have you ever wondered if we're missing it?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TKDIAdrpaPI/AAAAAAAABOA/kjwoDquXuI4/s1600/Love+of+Christ.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TKDIAdrpaPI/AAAAAAAABOA/kjwoDquXuI4/s320/Love+of+Christ.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521633053449480434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TKDIAAke7jI/AAAAAAAABN4/-cietvQw0wI/s1600/I+am+Not.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 201px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TKDIAAke7jI/AAAAAAAABN4/-cietvQw0wI/s320/I+am+Not.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5521633045634805298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"It's crazy if you think about it. The God of the universe — the Creator of nitrogen and pine needles, galaxies and e-minor — loves us with a radical, unconditional, self-sacrificing love. And what is our typical response? We go to church, sing songs, and try not to cuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Whether you've verbalized it yet or not... we all know something's wrong.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; Does something deep inside your heart long to break free from the status quo? Are you hungry for an authentic faith that addresses the problems of our world with tangible, even radical, solutions? God is calling you to a passionate love relationship with Himself. Because the answer to religious complacency isn't working harder at a list of do's and don'ts — it's falling in love with God. And once you encounter His love, you will never be the same. Because when you're wildly in love with someone, it changes everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"With an urgency that seeks to awaken a sleeping church mired in the comfort of middle ground, Crazy Love gets to the heart of the matter and leaves you wanting more — more of the matchless Jesus who offers radical life for all." — LOUIS GIGLIO, director of Passion conferences&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/2810020611907640485-746058135873944667?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/746058135873944667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=746058135873944667' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/746058135873944667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/746058135873944667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/09/have-you-ever-wondered-if-were-missing.html' title='Have you ever wondered if we&apos;re missing it?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/TKDIAdrpaPI/AAAAAAAABOA/kjwoDquXuI4/s72-c/Love+of+Christ.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-940962688373380357</id><published>2010-07-03T21:25:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-07-03T21:30:55.735-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Media Revolution: Is social media a fad?  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I have been told that my thyroid is inactive so I'm sure that has something to do with it. Sometimes we all have things that interfere with our lives, whether it's fatigue, depression or something else. When you feel weary go to the Lord and ask him for strength. He is willing and able to help you!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Come to me, all you who are weary and burdened, and I will give you  rest."&lt;/span&gt; Matthew 11:28&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-278514501087096559?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/278514501087096559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=278514501087096559' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/278514501087096559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/278514501087096559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/04/i-will-give-you-rest.html' title='I will give you rest...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S8kFY3wajXI/AAAAAAAABNo/8iNYhezPrJw/s72-c/weistling-refuge-strength-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-794046990316464658</id><published>2010-04-02T21:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T21:53:04.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Friday (good for who?)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9gJqU5I/AAAAAAAABNA/i3VG1Vy8bXU/s1600/Why-Passion_of_The_Christ-Jesus_on_Cross.png"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9gJqU5I/AAAAAAAABNA/i3VG1Vy8bXU/s320/Why-Passion_of_The_Christ-Jesus_on_Cross.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455722778045600658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9Wj0d5I/AAAAAAAABM4/IbDjglkn8bM/s1600/passion4_crucified.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9Wj0d5I/AAAAAAAABM4/IbDjglkn8bM/s320/passion4_crucified.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455722775470962578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9_8uX_I/AAAAAAAABNI/TUaxu9mvhRQ/s1600/53d8a66f-8dc1-4b6c-bfd9-bb349308aa81jesus_resurrection.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 448px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9_8uX_I/AAAAAAAABNI/TUaxu9mvhRQ/s320/53d8a66f-8dc1-4b6c-bfd9-bb349308aa81jesus_resurrection.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5455722786581274610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Today is "Good Friday", the day our Lord was crucified dying a horrendous death. Because of His sacrifice we can be forgiven of our sins. So that day is a good day for us, but not so much for Christ. Could God have simply said you are forgiven and allowed His Son not to suffer for us? The answer is no; it was the only way. For hundreds of years mankind offered sacrifices of animals and crops but this was just a temporary solution. The sacrifice needed to be clean (animals) and the first fruits (crops) were to be offered. You see Jesus was and is the only true pure sacrifice. Blood had to be shed. Why? Because a perfect being (God) looked at all the options and said it was the ONLY way!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take some time today and thank God for His sacrifice of His only Son; also, thank Christ for being willing to die so we could live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-794046990316464658?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/794046990316464658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=794046990316464658' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/794046990316464658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/794046990316464658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday-good-for-who.html' title='Good Friday (good for who?)'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S7ae9gJqU5I/AAAAAAAABNA/i3VG1Vy8bXU/s72-c/Why-Passion_of_The_Christ-Jesus_on_Cross.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3601190829062072532</id><published>2010-03-14T17:58:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-14T18:24:56.893-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Important Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6pQ6FxI/AAAAAAAABMw/gPRLnj1Ig48/s1600-h/faith.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6pQ6FxI/AAAAAAAABMw/gPRLnj1Ig48/s320/faith.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448618784325244690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6ZhLOyI/AAAAAAAABMo/4Rg1g7w9gnk/s1600-h/FamilyStudies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 319px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6ZhLOyI/AAAAAAAABMo/4Rg1g7w9gnk/s320/FamilyStudies.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448618780098509602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6D8ucBI/AAAAAAAABMg/huFGJdKwnWo/s1600-h/Blue_Money.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 256px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6D8ucBI/AAAAAAAABMg/huFGJdKwnWo/s320/Blue_Money.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5448618774308483090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What is the most important thing in your life? Is it your family, God, your health or something else. I bet your saying, here we go, a writing on why God should be first. Even though I agree with that statement, that is not the purpose of this post. If something is the most important thing in your life are you acting like it? Do your actions confirm your words? Are you willing to forsake all things for that important person or thing in your life? I bet we all fall short of giving our all for whatever holds the most value to us. Why is that so? Well, we become comfortable thinking that person or thing will always be there for us. We think our actions or inaction will not really change anything and that my friend... is selfish. As humans we are basically selfish beings that really want to put ourselves above everything else. We are really saying that the most important person or thing is there for our pleasure; there to make our life better. Do we want what is best for us or for the most important person or thing? Think about it! If you really put that important person or thing above yourself you will see a change for the better... better for you and everyone else involved.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3601190829062072532?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3601190829062072532/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3601190829062072532' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3601190829062072532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3601190829062072532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/03/most-important-thing.html' title='The Most Important Thing...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S51h6pQ6FxI/AAAAAAAABMw/gPRLnj1Ig48/s72-c/faith.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6748413499738922576</id><published>2010-02-20T23:41:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T23:44:32.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a presentation with audio clips by Paul Washer.  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Though your sins are like scarlet,  they shall be as white as snow; though they are red as crimson, they shall be like wool." Isaiah 1:18&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Snow in the Bible is often used as a symbol of purity. If you travel to run down parts of a city you will find trash and an ugliness that most community leaders are embarrassed of. Now cover the broken bottles, old newspapers and other unsightly pieces of trash with snow and they disappear. The area now looks nice in fact it's beautiful. What once was an eye sore is now something to behold.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In comparison if you take a life marred with sin you will see a person who is tired, broken and dirty. Cover that life with the blood (like snow) of the Lamb (Christ) and you will see a transformation from ugly to beautiful. The life is like the streets covered with snow only it's truly pure and clean (not just hidden trash).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If  you place trash on top of the snow (or back into the life) or allow it to melt or fade, then the ugliness returns as it does when a forgiven Christian turns his back on Christ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ask Christ to forgive you and to help you stay pure...&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/2810020611907640485-7275168313709898109?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7275168313709898109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7275168313709898109' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7275168313709898109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7275168313709898109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/02/white-as-snow.html' title='Pure as snow...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S2yTsMrVwGI/AAAAAAAABMQ/johoS-3rcl8/s72-c/quebec-city-cdn1147.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-549260052863681085</id><published>2010-01-03T17:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-03T17:45:46.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Test or temptation?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdW-oB0FI/AAAAAAAABLw/1gqqQv9So_g/s1600-h/despair.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 246px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdW-oB0FI/AAAAAAAABLw/1gqqQv9So_g/s320/despair.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422647706936004690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdXzAe5aI/AAAAAAAABMA/pad558sbhF0/s1600-h/christ_desert-300x380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdXzAe5aI/AAAAAAAABMA/pad558sbhF0/s320/christ_desert-300x380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422647720997217698" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdXin4CCI/AAAAAAAABL4/PBZ1XX-Qd9A/s1600-h/Carl_Bloch_Denying_Satan_1850.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 443px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdXin4CCI/AAAAAAAABL4/PBZ1XX-Qd9A/s320/Carl_Bloch_Denying_Satan_1850.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422647716599040034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Does God test us? The answer is yes! "... we speak as men approved by God to be entrusted with the gospel. We are not trying to please men but God, who tests our hearts." 1 Thessalonians 2:4 Does God tempt us? No! "When tempted, no one should say, God is tempting me. For God cannot be tempted by evil, nor does he tempt anyone;" James 1:13. So what about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:VERDANA;" &gt;Genesis 22:1? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"And it came to pass after these things, that God did tempt Abraham, and said unto him, Abraham: and he said, Behold, here I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-family:VERDANA;" &gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (KJV). The NIV states it this way - "Some time later God tested Abraham. He said to him, Abraham! Here I am, he replied." One must study Hebrew to understand how translating certain words to English often causes issues that may lead to doubt of the Bible's accuracy. So what is the difference? Testing shows we are sincere in our efforts to serve the Lord and makes us stronger. Tempting on the other hand is a form of trickery. Satan tempts us because he wants us to fail. God tests us because he wants us to succeed!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-549260052863681085?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/549260052863681085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=549260052863681085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/549260052863681085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/549260052863681085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2010/01/test-or-temptation.html' title='Test or temptation?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/S0EdW-oB0FI/AAAAAAAABLw/1gqqQv9So_g/s72-c/despair.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4242662587583241311</id><published>2009-12-22T18:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T18:54:29.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFbyVa9ZcI/AAAAAAAABKw/nXiNn3lawYE/s1600-h/MerryChristmas_697.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 244px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFbyVa9ZcI/AAAAAAAABKw/nXiNn3lawYE/s320/MerryChristmas_697.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418212747005224386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFby-vF08I/AAAAAAAABK4/D2VaEM--ttg/s1600-h/JesusBirth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFby-vF08I/AAAAAAAABK4/D2VaEM--ttg/s320/JesusBirth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418212758095516610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFbyzyqDtI/AAAAAAAABLA/nGVPLjBgxzE/s1600-h/merry_christmas_1024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFbyzyqDtI/AAAAAAAABLA/nGVPLjBgxzE/s320/merry_christmas_1024.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418212755157683922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I pray that joy will fill your home, your family and your friends during this Christmas season!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Remember the reason for this season is Jesus!!&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/2810020611907640485-4242662587583241311?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4242662587583241311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4242662587583241311' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4242662587583241311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4242662587583241311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/12/merry-christmas-and-happy-new-year.html' title='Merry Christmas and Happy New Year!!'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SzFbyVa9ZcI/AAAAAAAABKw/nXiNn3lawYE/s72-c/MerryChristmas_697.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5539149879143598010</id><published>2009-12-18T19:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T20:51:15.901-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He weeps for you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SywwoCn7JwI/AAAAAAAABKg/PeNa3688or8/s1600-h/background20jesus20hugs20man20.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 249px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SywwoCn7JwI/AAAAAAAABKg/PeNa3688or8/s320/background20jesus20hugs20man20.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416757916277090050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sywwn02KAnI/AAAAAAAABKY/h8FpzIT6CXM/s1600-h/2003_the_passion_033-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 188px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sywwn02KAnI/AAAAAAAABKY/h8FpzIT6CXM/s320/2003_the_passion_033-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416757912578687602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SywwntgmPFI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gjChdBL3MRw/s1600-h/jesus-christ-ressurected-110.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 238px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SywwntgmPFI/AAAAAAAABKQ/gjChdBL3MRw/s320/jesus-christ-ressurected-110.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416757910609214546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As many of you know the past 2-3 years have really had it's toll on me. Sometimes it seems like the only emotion I feel is anxiety. I truly believe that when we suffer Christ weeps for us. The reason for his tears is two fold. 1) He is concerned because he loves you and 2) He is saddened because when we worry, we fail to trust that He is in control. I often have to stop, take a deep breath and cry out to Jesus. It never fails that I am comforted by talking to him. Jesus should be your best friend. He knows everything about you including your prayer before you say it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;So why does Christ allow us to suffer in the first place? Why doesn't he shield us from anything that would hurt us? If we are honest many of the things that cause stress in our lives are things we have done. When we stray from the Lord we settle into a void or darkness. We feel lonely and heavy burdened. Then there are situations that rip out our heart because other people have failed us. These are tough but they may be opportunities for us to show the love of Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We live in a sinful world and we are sinful by nature. Because of sin the world has another master (satan). Now I'm not saying God always punishes us when we sin. Actually we punish ourselves. It's the failures of Adam to our own rejection of Christ that cause this world to be cursed. If you read the Old Testament you will find that when kings followed God their land would be blessed but when they turned their back on God their land would be attacked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;As long as we are living in this world people will suffer, people will die and evil will be present. But there is hope in Christ. Now if we turn our eyes on Jesus he will comfort us and give us peace. The more we trust Him, the more peace we will have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5539149879143598010?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5539149879143598010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5539149879143598010' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5539149879143598010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5539149879143598010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/12/he-weeps-for-you.html' title='He weeps for you!'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SywwoCn7JwI/AAAAAAAABKg/PeNa3688or8/s72-c/background20jesus20hugs20man20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4834266850804161764</id><published>2009-12-02T21:28:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-02T22:50:03.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>33 years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sxcza1BsmcI/AAAAAAAABKI/1FA3Z3IG87s/s1600-h/I_Love_You_HP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sxcza1BsmcI/AAAAAAAABKI/1FA3Z3IG87s/s320/I_Love_You_HP.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410850013312752066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SxczaYdVEpI/AAAAAAAABKA/qFLWfvkyRrE/s1600-h/large+US_33_svg.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SxczaYdVEpI/AAAAAAAABKA/qFLWfvkyRrE/s320/large+US_33_svg.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5410850005644022418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Friday, December 4 I will be married to my lovely wife 33 years. She is a dedicated wife, mother and grandmother. I was truly blessed by God when she became a part of my life. I love her so much!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;At First Sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Memories take me back,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the night that I met you.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back when we were young,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;We found a love so true. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My heart skipped a beat,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;As you walked across the floor,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little did I know,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It was you I would adore.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;It happened at first sight,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;When you glanced at me,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found love that night,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;My true destiny.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Our love grew even stronger,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And we've raised a family.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;After all the joys and sorrow,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still standing next to me.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;So after all these years,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;And all the time together,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;You're still the only one,&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;That I'll love forever...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);" align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 102);font-family:Verdana,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;                                                                       (Sharon Cutshall)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 102, 153);font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 0pt; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12pt;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I love you Carla, thank you for all you do! You are the best. You have always be there for me and I know... "God blessed the day I found you!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4834266850804161764?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4834266850804161764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4834266850804161764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4834266850804161764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4834266850804161764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/12/33-years.html' title='33 years...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sxcza1BsmcI/AAAAAAAABKI/1FA3Z3IG87s/s72-c/I_Love_You_HP.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5539109687560356356</id><published>2009-11-25T22:16:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T22:33:14.803-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='prayer'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='donovan'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fall'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Father'/><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sw32M1ghNrI/AAAAAAAABJ4/8mvm2aVXu9s/s1600/thanksgiving-prayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 324px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sw32M1ghNrI/AAAAAAAABJ4/8mvm2aVXu9s/s320/thanksgiving-prayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408249427924170418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sw32B8giPBI/AAAAAAAABJw/e-ZqBYc6eKY/s1600/thanksgiving.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sw32B8giPBI/AAAAAAAABJw/e-ZqBYc6eKY/s320/thanksgiving.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408249240824724498" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We Give Thanks&lt;/b&gt;    &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Our Father in Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;We give thanks for the pleasure&lt;br /&gt;Of gathering together for this occasion.&lt;br /&gt;We give thanks for this food&lt;br /&gt;Prepared by loving hands.&lt;br /&gt;We give thanks for life,&lt;br /&gt;The freedom to enjoy it all&lt;br /&gt;And all other blessings.&lt;br /&gt;As we partake of this food,&lt;br /&gt;We pray for health and strength&lt;br /&gt;To carry on and try to live as You would have us.&lt;br /&gt;This we ask in the name of Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Our Heavenly Father.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; --Harry Jewell  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5539109687560356356?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5539109687560356356/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5539109687560356356' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5539109687560356356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5539109687560356356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving!'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sw32M1ghNrI/AAAAAAAABJ4/8mvm2aVXu9s/s72-c/thanksgiving-prayer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2955952640380227259</id><published>2009-10-17T17:52:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T18:18:42.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My son the Marine, the Sergeant, the Soldier...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_0KE9UKI/AAAAAAAABJg/xeqVGzjqge0/s1600-h/n1403812677_30170012_2924.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_0KE9UKI/AAAAAAAABJg/xeqVGzjqge0/s320/n1403812677_30170012_2924.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393693669020487842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_zie4HWI/AAAAAAAABJY/kafWrXy8BgE/s1600-h/n1403812677_30170303_5084.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_zie4HWI/AAAAAAAABJY/kafWrXy8BgE/s320/n1403812677_30170303_5084.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393693658391780706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_zQ-JpbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NHlVGbKffPw/s1600-h/3186_1144570540140_1403812677_30376517_6870799_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 318px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_zQ-JpbI/AAAAAAAABJQ/NHlVGbKffPw/s320/3186_1144570540140_1403812677_30376517_6870799_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393693653691114930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My son has just completed his 9 year tour in the military. As a parent although I am very proud of him, I am also relieved that he will be here with us; safe and sound. He served his country very well. He displayed mixed emotions about leaving. I know it's hard to let go of something he has devoted such a large part of his life to. He served and did more than most when it comes to protection of our great county.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; He served with honor, pride and good moral character.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you my son! You are my hero!!!&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/2810020611907640485-2955952640380227259?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2955952640380227259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2955952640380227259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2955952640380227259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2955952640380227259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/10/my-son-marine-soldier.html' title='My son the Marine, the Sergeant, the Soldier...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto_0KE9UKI/AAAAAAAABJg/xeqVGzjqge0/s72-c/n1403812677_30170012_2924.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6025526747185371767</id><published>2009-10-17T17:48:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-17T17:52:34.264-04:00</updated><title type='text'>30th anniversary as a emergency responder...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto8Vv-aCFI/AAAAAAAABJI/U99ZWpvTVXc/s1600-h/scfd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto8Vv-aCFI/AAAAAAAABJI/U99ZWpvTVXc/s320/scfd.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5393689848082729042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;October 15 marks my 30th anniversary working in some form of emergency services. I have worked as a firefighter, paramedic, EMT, Fire Station Officer, safety director, deputy sheriff, emergency management director and a homeland security director. It's been a long 30 years and I have seen much trauma, delivered babies, searched for lost people, rappelled out of high rise buildings, fought fires (several very large), dealt with major disasters, been spit on, fought with drunks, had saves, saw too much death, dealt with violent crime, involved with crisis debriefings, lost fellow brothers, attended line of duty deaths, seen joy and cried in desperation after the lost of a child...the list goes on! This is a common story that is so real to all those who also serve the public. We will never get rich; we just do what we do to help those who need it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6025526747185371767?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6025526747185371767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6025526747185371767' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6025526747185371767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6025526747185371767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/10/30th-anniversary-as-emergency-responder.html' title='30th anniversary as a emergency responder...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sto8Vv-aCFI/AAAAAAAABJI/U99ZWpvTVXc/s72-c/scfd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8692380924859233319</id><published>2009-07-23T20:19:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-23T20:25:03.708-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking a break...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Smj_QT2hC5I/AAAAAAAABJA/7iA0DvkLh0o/s1600-h/url.htm"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Smj_QT2hC5I/AAAAAAAABJA/7iA0DvkLh0o/s320/url.htm" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5361816012056497042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I will be taking a break from blogging for a while. Thanks for reading this blog; I pray that God will bless you and help you through the storms of life... (he will if you ask and believe)&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Donovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8692380924859233319?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8692380924859233319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8692380924859233319' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8692380924859233319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8692380924859233319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/07/taking-break.html' title='Taking a break...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Smj_QT2hC5I/AAAAAAAABJA/7iA0DvkLh0o/s72-c/url.htm' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6264290544517755402</id><published>2009-07-03T15:10:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-03T16:59:35.406-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Declaration of FREEDOM...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sk5qMvuxmhI/AAAAAAAABI4/TuBFbTCAJQk/s1600-h/independence-day2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 335px; height: 189px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sk5qMvuxmhI/AAAAAAAABI4/TuBFbTCAJQk/s320/independence-day2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354333774193728018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sk5qMR7Mk4I/AAAAAAAABIw/g5dx_NJuuWo/s1600-h/a5959-1-72dpi.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 337px; height: 398px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sk5qMR7Mk4I/AAAAAAAABIw/g5dx_NJuuWo/s320/a5959-1-72dpi.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354333766192763778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"We hold these truths to be self-evident,&lt;br /&gt;that all men are created equal,&lt;br /&gt;that they are endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights,&lt;br /&gt;that among these are Life, Liberty and the pursuit of Happiness."&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;   These memorable words were written by Thomas Jefferson, age 33 at the beginning of the Declaration of Independence. This document, co-authored by Jefferson declared the United States independence from England. Many fought and died to secure and maintain that independence (or freedom). Not everyone accepted this freedom spoke of in the declaration.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus of Nazareth, age 33 died for independence or freedom. Because of his death we are now free; free from sin. Because of his death our name can be written on a document called the Book of Life. This document is a declaration stating that we have accepted the reason for Jesus Christ death. We will live eternally with the Lord if our name is found in it. Not everyone will accept this freedom given because of the Lord's death.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Both documents are very important but only one will matter in the end. We should honor those who fought and those who died for our great country. We should also honor our Lord who left his place in heaven to come to a world to die for all mankind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6264290544517755402?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6264290544517755402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6264290544517755402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6264290544517755402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6264290544517755402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/07/declaration-of-freedom.html' title='Declaration of FREEDOM...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sk5qMvuxmhI/AAAAAAAABI4/TuBFbTCAJQk/s72-c/independence-day2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6529943497265052372</id><published>2009-06-21T09:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:38:20.875-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sj43tGcNwCI/AAAAAAAABIo/tgP3XJUZ_FY/s1600-h/Dad_Son.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 237px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sj43tGcNwCI/AAAAAAAABIo/tgP3XJUZ_FY/s320/Dad_Son.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5349774655325323298" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Happy Father's Day to my  dad, my son, my son-in-law and every dad that reads these words. Being a father is a great responsibility. Do your very best to be a good dad and leave the rest to the greatest Father ever... our Lord!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have  wonderful day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6529943497265052372?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6529943497265052372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6529943497265052372' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6529943497265052372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6529943497265052372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sj43tGcNwCI/AAAAAAAABIo/tgP3XJUZ_FY/s72-c/Dad_Son.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8980277118746643839</id><published>2009-06-13T20:34:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T21:52:31.787-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, please show me your will for my life...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SjRXRCIJWaI/AAAAAAAABIY/j_tCfw6hlpY/s1600-h/god-faith-healing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 236px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SjRXRCIJWaI/AAAAAAAABIY/j_tCfw6hlpY/s320/god-faith-healing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346994607736052130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SjRXRN33zvI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BNMv7826s0Q/s1600-h/will.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SjRXRN33zvI/AAAAAAAABIQ/BNMv7826s0Q/s320/will.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346994610889019122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In the past I have prayed and prayed for the Lord to show me his will. Let me simply say He (the Lord) has already done this through His Word (the bible). Our main mission on this earth is to tell others about Christ.  In the book of Matthew it says: "Then the eleven disciples went to Galilee, to the mountain where Jesus had told them to go. When they saw him, they worshiped him; but some doubted. Then Jesus came to them and said, "All authority in heaven and on earth has been given to me. Therefore go and make disciples of all nations, baptizing them in the name of the Father and of the Son and of the Holy Spirit, and teaching them to obey everything I have commanded you. And surely I am with you always, to the very end of the age." Matthew 16-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In our life the only thing that really matters is what we accomplish for Christ. I'm not saying that education and your career are not important. But, if you are a Christian, then what are you doing with those things in which the Lord  has blessed you. In your circle of friends, your family and your co-workers are you responding to the doors of opportunity the Lord opens for you (to  share the good news of the Lord)? Believe me it is not by chance that people become a part of your life. Share the Word with those you are in contact with. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now do you just start every conversation with "Jesus loves you"? Although this may be the right thing to do for some, not every personal encounter is the open door I was speaking of. If you only spoke of Jesus at work and you did not do what you were hired to do then more than likely you would be fired. Often you can speak to the hearts of man by your actions, not your words. Let the Holy Spirit lead you. He will show you when the timing is right.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember you can not save anyone. Only the Lord can do this. It is a great feeling when you help lead someone to the Lord but sometimes you only plant a seed. The seed will be watered by another person and the Holy Spirit will speak to their heart. The decision is then up to the individual whether or not they ask the Lord to forgive them of their sin. You have done what you have been commanded to do. May God bless you as you serve Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"What, after all, is Apollos? And what is Paul? Only servants, through whom you came to believe—as the Lord has assigned to each his task. I planted the seed, Apollos watered it, but God made it grow. So neither he who plants nor he who waters is anything, but only God, who makes things grow. The man who plants and the man who waters have one purpose, and each will be rewarded according to his own labor." 1 Corinthians 3:5-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8980277118746643839?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8980277118746643839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8980277118746643839' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8980277118746643839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8980277118746643839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/06/lord-please-show-me-your-will-for-my.html' title='Lord, please show me your will for my life...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SjRXRCIJWaI/AAAAAAAABIY/j_tCfw6hlpY/s72-c/god-faith-healing.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6838915965779438098</id><published>2009-06-07T20:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-06-07T21:59:09.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, teach us to pray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwJFdkTDI/AAAAAAAABII/BmbwArSRQrA/s1600-h/HisPath-TheLordsPrayer895.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwJFdkTDI/AAAAAAAABII/BmbwArSRQrA/s320/HisPath-TheLordsPrayer895.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770159169260594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwI7t1TBI/AAAAAAAABIA/qB3wtbMAukw/s1600-h/GreatestPrayer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwI7t1TBI/AAAAAAAABIA/qB3wtbMAukw/s320/GreatestPrayer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770156553128978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwI51zVFI/AAAAAAAABH4/N1wikrgfVyc/s1600-h/lords_prayer_tissot448x480.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 341px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwI51zVFI/AAAAAAAABH4/N1wikrgfVyc/s320/lords_prayer_tissot448x480.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344770156049683538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"One day Jesus was praying in a certain place. When he finished, one of his disciples said to him, Lord, teach us to pray, just as John taught his disciples.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And he said unto them, When ye (you) pray, say, Our Father which art in heaven, Hallowed be thy name. Thy kingdom come. Thy will be done, as in heaven, so in earth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Give us day by day our daily bread. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;And forgive us our sins; for we also forgive every one that is indebted to us. And lead us not into temptation; but deliver us from evil..." Luke 11:1-4&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This scripture is commonly referred to as the "Lord's Prayer." To read the entire prayer look up Matthew 6:9-13.  The Lord is teaching his disciples how to pray. The prayer covers honoring God; our physical needs; debts and debtors; temptation and sin. If you sincerely pray this prayer from your heart, reaching out to the almighty God, our Father will hear and answer you. This is how God wants us to pray each day. This is what God wants you to ask of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you have to always ask these specific words? Of course not but God does want you to talk to him and tell him what's concerns you. If you feel close to God and don't really need anything from Him then praise him. Thank Him and tell Him you Love him. He desires us to express our love just  as we desire this from our family and close friends.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also, pray for others. If you feel overwhelmed with your problems, give them to God and start praying for other people. This act will relieve your stress and God will bless your unselfishness.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We need to pray more. The Lord has taught us how... now we need to pray. Pray or simply talk to God as if he is right beside you because... He is!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6838915965779438098?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6838915965779438098/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6838915965779438098' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6838915965779438098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6838915965779438098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/06/lord-teach-us-to-pray.html' title='Lord, teach us to pray...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SixwJFdkTDI/AAAAAAAABII/BmbwArSRQrA/s72-c/HisPath-TheLordsPrayer895.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4726664162500449550</id><published>2009-05-17T15:00:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-17T15:22:49.645-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I need a vacation...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBjWfzPrkI/AAAAAAAABHw/SAk9tZopejU/s1600-h/Bird+-+Sarasota.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBjWfzPrkI/AAAAAAAABHw/SAk9tZopejU/s320/Bird+-+Sarasota.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336874796578745922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBisLh7jCI/AAAAAAAABHo/h4zjRBnKVWE/s1600-h/2785_1134036956807_1403812677_30346886_3746905_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBisLh7jCI/AAAAAAAABHo/h4zjRBnKVWE/s320/2785_1134036956807_1403812677_30346886_3746905_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336874069582908450" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBirylLj4I/AAAAAAAABHg/sJGvZVys--A/s1600-h/n1403812677_30256715_646.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBirylLj4I/AAAAAAAABHg/sJGvZVys--A/s320/n1403812677_30256715_646.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336874062885654402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBir6zsxfI/AAAAAAAABHY/1kRoqoD5zic/s1600-h/2785_1133442981958_1403812677_30344941_4030782_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBir6zsxfI/AAAAAAAABHY/1kRoqoD5zic/s320/2785_1133442981958_1403812677_30344941_4030782_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336874065094034930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBiruj3uYI/AAAAAAAABHQ/T9FHZN_WaWE/s1600-h/2785_1133435301766_1403812677_30344920_1600780_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBiruj3uYI/AAAAAAAABHQ/T9FHZN_WaWE/s320/2785_1133435301766_1403812677_30344920_1600780_n.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5336874061806418306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;In a little over 1 week I'll be heading back to my one time home; Sarasota, Florida. This has been a rough year and it's just mid-May. I'm really looking forward to getting away. I will get to see some old friends and enjoy this beautiful city with it's sunshine, beaches and the best fire department I've seen (I worked there; can you tell? Anyway it's true!).&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I'll return to blogging when I return to Kentucky.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading my blog!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4726664162500449550?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4726664162500449550/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4726664162500449550' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4726664162500449550'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4726664162500449550'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/05/i-need-vacation.html' title='I need a vacation...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ShBjWfzPrkI/AAAAAAAABHw/SAk9tZopejU/s72-c/Bird+-+Sarasota.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2036753122223844943</id><published>2009-05-09T21:57:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-09T22:56:04.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mother's Day!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgY9pjZkEUI/AAAAAAAABHA/ij-DtxMukBk/s1600-h/3293008269_9ea08ee315.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 352px; height: 527px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgY9pjZkEUI/AAAAAAAABHA/ij-DtxMukBk/s320/3293008269_9ea08ee315.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5334018592753324354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;Happy Mother's Day to the millions of readers of this blog! (OK maybe that is a slight exaggeration) I do miss my mother who died when I was 5 years old. Growing up without a mom is tough; I am a different person because of it. I struggle with depression, migraines and an obsessive compulsive personality. Now I can not say that I would not have these health issues if my mother had lived,  but I'm sure that the lack of her influence on my life has had a negative impact.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: times new roman;font-family:times new roman;font-size:130%;"  &gt;If your mother is still alive, please take some time to tell her "I love you!" If your mother is still alive you are blessed. So to all the mothers out there that love their children and follow the leading of the Lord I say; "have a wonderful Mother's Day--- You deserve it!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(107, 37, 78);font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;Who can find a virtuous woman? She is far more precious than jewels...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Strength and honor are her clothing, and she can laugh at the time to come. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;She opens her mouth with wisdom, and loving instruction is on her tongue. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;She watches over the activities of her household and is never idle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt; Her sons rise up and call her blessed.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; He husband also praises her:&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt; Many women are capable, but you surpass them all!  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Charm is deceptive and beauty is fleeting, but a woman who fears the Lord will be praised.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;em&gt;~Proverbs 31:10, 25-30&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2036753122223844943?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2036753122223844943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2036753122223844943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2036753122223844943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2036753122223844943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mother&apos;s Day!'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgY9pjZkEUI/AAAAAAAABHA/ij-DtxMukBk/s72-c/3293008269_9ea08ee315.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8655202915866821431</id><published>2009-05-05T21:13:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T22:03:11.311-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A friend in need... PLEASE PRAY NOW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoN6R_xNI/AAAAAAAABGY/g6TleTewOAA/s1600-h/5977a66f5f55b0f2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 290px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoN6R_xNI/AAAAAAAABGY/g6TleTewOAA/s320/5977a66f5f55b0f2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332517284487349458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoOK_iZ-I/AAAAAAAABGg/i3bf2S6a4mU/s1600-h/aac73eeddd57fd68.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 316px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoOK_iZ-I/AAAAAAAABGg/i3bf2S6a4mU/s320/aac73eeddd57fd68.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332517288973330402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoONVg4gI/AAAAAAAABGo/BDuUM_MmiJk/s1600-h/Passion-Of-The-Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 210px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoONVg4gI/AAAAAAAABGo/BDuUM_MmiJk/s320/Passion-Of-The-Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332517289602376194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can not go into detail here but I will say I have a friend who is in urgent need of prayer. Please take a moment and pray now. Again this is an urgent request.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you for praying...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose. For those God foreknew he also predestined to be conformed to the likeness of his Son, that he might be the firstborn among many brothers. And those he predestined, he also called; those he called, he also justified; those he justified, he also glorified. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;What, then, shall we say in response to this? If God is for us, who can be against us?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Romans 8:28-31&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"The thief comes only to steal and kill and destroy; I have come that they may have life, and have it to the full.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;John 10:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8655202915866821431?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8655202915866821431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8655202915866821431' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8655202915866821431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8655202915866821431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/05/friend-in-need-please-pray-now.html' title='A friend in need... PLEASE PRAY NOW'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SgDoN6R_xNI/AAAAAAAABGY/g6TleTewOAA/s72-c/5977a66f5f55b0f2.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3303749452142638593</id><published>2009-05-04T20:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T20:41:43.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Swine Flu...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-KnZqH4gI/AAAAAAAABGQ/cMuSrtW0GuE/s1600-h/cdc_logo.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 228px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-KnZqH4gI/AAAAAAAABGQ/cMuSrtW0GuE/s320/cdc_logo.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132893337051650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-KnNXlfyI/AAAAAAAABGI/NmQuDBhCSxw/s1600-h/keepemhome_180x150.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 249px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-KnNXlfyI/AAAAAAAABGI/NmQuDBhCSxw/s320/keepemhome_180x150.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132890038075170" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-Km038OGI/AAAAAAAABGA/czjMfk-YU7g/s1600-h/praising-child.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-Km038OGI/AAAAAAAABGA/czjMfk-YU7g/s320/praising-child.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5332132883462895714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Swine flu is spreading and the worst is yet to come! Is this a doomsday post? No... Let's talk a moment about this virus. "This virus was originally referred to as “swine flu” because laboratory testing showed that many of the genes in this new virus were very similar to influenza viruses that normally occur in pigs in North America. But further study has shown that this new virus is very different from what normally circulates in North American pigs. It has two genes from flu viruses that normally circulate in pigs in Europe and Asia and avian genes and human genes. Scientists call this a “quadruple reassortant” virus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;There is no vaccine available right now to protect against this new H1N1 virus. There are everyday actions that can help prevent the spread of germs that cause respiratory illnesses like influenza. Take these everyday steps to protect your health:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Cover your nose and mouth with a tissue when you cough or sneeze. Throw the tissue in the trash after you use it.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Wash your hands often with soap and water, especially after you cough or sneeze. Alcohol-based hand cleaners are also effective. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Avoid touching your eyes, nose or mouth. Germs spread this way. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Try to avoid close contact with sick people.      &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Stay home if you are sick for 7 days after your symptoms begin or until you have been symptom-free for 24 hours, whichever is longer. This is to keep from infecting others and spreading the virus further. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;     &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Other important actions that you can take are—&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Follow public health advice regarding school closures, avoiding crowds and other social distancing measures." (CDC)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If you want more information about the H1N1 virus go to:&lt;br /&gt;http://www.cdc.gov/h1n1flu/swineflu_you.htm&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am concerned about this virus but I believe panic is not an option! For some this virus is causing tremendous anxiety. Lets put this into perspective; there are 36,000 flu deaths every year in the USA. If you compare the H1N1 virus deaths to the flu that occurs every year we should be less concerned about H1N1. Don't let this new virus be a "Storm in your life"!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Take care of yourself, wash your hands and cover your nose when you sneeze. STAY HOME if you are sick. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now let's change gears... I believe people should show more concern about other things in their life such as... are you right with the Lord, are you a good husband or wife, are you a good parent?&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Take each day as it happens. Don't worry about things out of your control. Trust the Lord in all things... including the swine flu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3303749452142638593?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3303749452142638593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3303749452142638593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3303749452142638593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3303749452142638593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/05/swine-flu.html' title='Swine Flu...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sf-KnZqH4gI/AAAAAAAABGQ/cMuSrtW0GuE/s72-c/cdc_logo.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6805575271825875568</id><published>2009-04-27T20:28:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T22:37:14.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Love, Mercy and Grace...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SfZhFuvwFRI/AAAAAAAABFY/NWTmVJY4UDM/s1600-h/kopi5706141763044The-Passion-of-the-Christ-5706102363047-09.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SfZhFuvwFRI/AAAAAAAABFY/NWTmVJY4UDM/s320/kopi5706141763044The-Passion-of-the-Christ-5706102363047-09.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329553960115115282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SfZhl6RpIfI/AAAAAAAABFg/ORUBgbtVbw8/s1600-h/passion_christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 199px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SfZhl6RpIfI/AAAAAAAABFg/ORUBgbtVbw8/s320/passion_christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329554512965870066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Grace is defined as: "freely given, unmerited favor and love of God". God shows &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; mercy by forgiving us of our sins but it is by &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; grace that this is accomplished. God who is perfect paid the ultimate sacrifice (Christ's death) making a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; way (the only way) for us to have eternal life with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;did this freely, with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; unmerited (we do not deserve it) favor showing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; love for us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; love for us is unconditional. We can do nothing that can make us deserving of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; love, mercy and grace. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; loves us in spite of the mess we have made of our lives.  Let's look at love, mercy and grace a little further.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Love: God loved/loves us so much &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; was willing to die for us. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; proved &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His &lt;/span&gt;love through &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; painful, slow torture and eventual death taking our place on the cross. We crucify Christ over and over by our rebellion and rejection of this great love.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Mercy: God shows his mercy by being willing to forgive us (when we ask) regardless of what we have done. Not only does &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; forgive us, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; also forgets the transgression (sin) and throws it into the sea to never be remembered again.  If we ask God to forgive us in the morning and then ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Him&lt;/span&gt; (again) to forgive us in the evening... for the same sin... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He &lt;/span&gt;says: forgive what sin? God took care of it (the sin) the first time we asked.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Grace: this is something we do not deserve and can not earn. It's freely given when we ask for it. God's grace may protect us from the outcome (or result) of our sin or wrongdoing. Also, God can heal the guilt feelings we have because of our sin and then speak to the heart of those we've sinned against giving them the strength to forgive us (when we ask). If your sin remains hidden from the world, it is because of God's grace. Sin can and often does destroy lives. God's grace prevents this from happening. Grace is a gift from God to us but we must ask for it. If we do ask &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;He&lt;/span&gt; will give it freely.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;NOTE: This is just one example of God's grace. Also, it is important to understand that not all sin goes unnoticed by the world around us. If you sin against society you will have to answer for your sin. But, even if you are convicted of a crime, God's grace will still be there. The most important thing about grace is in it's relationship to eternity; total forgiveness of your sin by  God almighty! If God forgives and then forgets the sin, nothing else really matters!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a moment and thank the Lord for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His&lt;/span&gt; wonderful love, mercy and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"For God so loved the world that he gave his one and only Son, that whoever believes in him shall not perish but have eternal life." John 3:16&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But because of his great love for us, God, who is rich in mercy, made us alive with Christ even when we were dead in transgressions—it is by grace you have been saved." Ephesians 2:4,5&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— not by works, so that no one can boast."  Ephesians 2:8-9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6805575271825875568?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6805575271825875568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6805575271825875568' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6805575271825875568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6805575271825875568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/04/gods-love-mercy-and-grace.html' title='God&apos;s Love, Mercy and Grace...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SfZhFuvwFRI/AAAAAAAABFY/NWTmVJY4UDM/s72-c/kopi5706141763044The-Passion-of-the-Christ-5706102363047-09.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3571821862043063637</id><published>2009-04-17T20:49:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-17T21:11:36.239-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Losing weight, gaining frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SekoYySvcJI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ACIYD4xZw7U/s1600-h/losing-weight1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 202px; height: 303px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SekoYySvcJI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ACIYD4xZw7U/s320/losing-weight1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325832440624672914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SekoY3Rb9SI/AAAAAAAABFI/xvlTY8nOhyc/s1600-h/0a07ff19bac475f2.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 204px; height: 131px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SekoY3Rb9SI/AAAAAAAABFI/xvlTY8nOhyc/s320/0a07ff19bac475f2.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325832441961379106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;I have been trying to lose some weight for a few months now. After changing my eating habits I lost 23 lbs. Great right? No... I plateaued at 23 lbs and then quickly gained 10 lb  back (grrrrrr). Now I've lost 5 of those 10 lbs. and the remaining 5 has been a struggle to lose again. My problem is, I hate to exercise! So I've tried to pick up my activity around the house to help burn some of those hated calories. I eat cereal 2 meals a day and a regular meal either lunch or dinner. Starving myself helps me to lose weight but it's no fun because I LOVE food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, you can see I'm frustrated.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Below are the 10 rules of weight loss from Military.com (I am going to try this). If you have any ideas for me, I would love to hear them. Please leave a comment below... Thanks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="fitcontenttitle clearfix"&gt;    &lt;h1&gt;The 10 Rules of Weight Loss&lt;/h1&gt;     &lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--end fitcontenttitle--&gt;    &lt;img src="http://images.military.com/pics/rw-weight-loss.jpg" alt="" align="left" /&gt;&lt;!--Date and author--&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span class="dateauthor"&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;by Runner's World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nancy Clark&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Nutritionist Nancy Clark shares 10 tips all runners should know if they want to drop some pounds.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1.&lt;/strong&gt; To lose 10 pounds of body fat a year, you need to eat 100 calories less per day. Cutting too many calories from your daily intake will sap your energy level and increase your hunger, making you more susceptible to splurging on high-calorie foods.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't skip breakfast. Eat within two hours of waking.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3.&lt;/strong&gt; In fact, eat more breakfast than you think you should. Trade in some of your dinner calories for more calories at breakfast.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4.&lt;/strong&gt; Don't allow yourself to get hungry. Eat at least every four hours, and split a meal in half to make sure you properly fuel up pre- and postrun. For example, eat part of your breakfast before your morning run (a banana) and the rest of your breakfast afterward (a bagel with peanut butter).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5.&lt;/strong&gt; Eat at least three kinds of food each meal from these four categories: breads, cereals, and grains; fruits and vegetables; low-fat dairy and soy; and lean meats, fish, and nuts. Breads, cereals, and grains should be the foundation of each meal, with protein as an accompaniment.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6.&lt;/strong&gt; Shoot for a gradual loss of body fat. You're more likely to put the weight back on (and more) if you drop weight too quickly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7.&lt;/strong&gt; Liquid calories add up fast and can lead to weight gain. Minimize the amount of sodas, juices, store-bought smoothies, sports drinks, coffee drinks, and alcohol you consume.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8.&lt;/strong&gt; Eat closer to the earth, enjoying fruits, vegetables, and whole grains. Minimize the amount of processed foods you eat; they tend to offer less fiber and are less satiating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9.&lt;/strong&gt; If you can't resist fast food, ask for nutritional information before you make your choices (or check in advance via restaurant Web sites). Avoid any menu items with the words "fried," "crispy," and "special sauce," which are guaranteed to be high calorie.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10.&lt;/strong&gt; Remember that the calories in the energy bars, sports drinks, and gels you consume during a run add up, even though you're running. Consume them only as needed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3571821862043063637?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3571821862043063637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3571821862043063637' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3571821862043063637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3571821862043063637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/04/losing-weight-gaining-frustration.html' title='Losing weight, gaining frustration...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SekoYySvcJI/AAAAAAAABFQ/ACIYD4xZw7U/s72-c/losing-weight1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4635693134895175493</id><published>2009-04-09T16:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T11:25:34.201-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't blame Eve...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sd5uqOKqmqI/AAAAAAAABFA/9wvX6J3o600/s1600-h/adam_eve_snake.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 480px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sd5uqOKqmqI/AAAAAAAABFA/9wvX6J3o600/s320/adam_eve_snake.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322813481234897570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sd5uqAvEmpI/AAAAAAAABE4/sz4DtVs0y9I/s1600-h/219239278_a771a5e3df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sd5uqAvEmpI/AAAAAAAABE4/sz4DtVs0y9I/s320/219239278_a771a5e3df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5322813477629500050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;If Eve had not eaten the forbidden fruit we would live in perfect harmony and in a perfect place...  right? I don't think so! If eve had not given into temptation I believe that eventually Adam or one of her children or grandchildren would have. Why do we think that Eve failed so bad when we fail (sin) everyday? Why are we so quick to judge others when we ourselves are just as guilty? Our "forbidden fruit" may taste different or it may be a different color but you know what? It's still forbidden!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about Adam? If he had stayed single and not acted so lonely, maybe God would have NOT created that greedy fruit loving gal named Eve. Well, I think Mr. Adam would have sinned all by himself. It was just a matter of time. Satan would have tempted him another way. Besides he gave into Eve's request to eat the fruit way too easy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Don't blame Eve, Fred or Steve; obey God and be accountable for your own mistakes, failures and sins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now... if you see someone else make a mistake, avoid falling into the hole they have dug.  Pray for them and use this example of their failure as an opportunity to change negative areas in your own life. Always be honest with yourself and admit you are a sinner. Christ will forgive you and will help you fight any temptation. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bible says: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;"No temptation has seized you except what is common to man. And God is faithful; he will not let you 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;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;1 Corinthians 10:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4635693134895175493?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4635693134895175493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4635693134895175493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4635693134895175493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4635693134895175493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/04/dont-blame-eve.html' title='Don&apos;t blame Eve...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sd5uqOKqmqI/AAAAAAAABFA/9wvX6J3o600/s72-c/adam_eve_snake.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8294268068456206620</id><published>2009-04-03T14:28:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T15:53:38.497-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fear...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SdZo-A1j9FI/AAAAAAAABEw/OEHFIaV_k3s/s1600-h/2879897609_2dc0f98118.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SdZo-A1j9FI/AAAAAAAABEw/OEHFIaV_k3s/s320/2879897609_2dc0f98118.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320555424370652242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SdZo-Kgp-UI/AAAAAAAABEo/1BGq-to0N-w/s1600-h/2363642200_c620d5eee5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SdZo-Kgp-UI/AAAAAAAABEo/1BGq-to0N-w/s320/2363642200_c620d5eee5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5320555426967320898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;What if you could do anything you wanted to do? I have often thought about his. It's not just the money that keeps me from doing certain things, it is often the fear... the fear of failing or the fear of a negative outcome. Fear prevents many good and bad things from happening. We may choose not to do something because we are afraid and then later find out that our hesitation has saved our life.  Fear of reprisal can sometimes keep us from making bad decisions. So fear is not always a bad thing as it is often a compass that governs or directs our actions. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, what if God has told you to do something? You must trust him and then move forward. He will replace the fear with his peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8294268068456206620?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8294268068456206620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8294268068456206620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8294268068456206620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8294268068456206620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/04/fear.html' title='Fear...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SdZo-A1j9FI/AAAAAAAABEw/OEHFIaV_k3s/s72-c/2879897609_2dc0f98118.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3318474652537313973</id><published>2009-03-27T20:21:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T20:47:26.224-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sc1yxJEpcLI/AAAAAAAABEg/eK_tQZ0azd8/s1600-h/frustration_relief.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 289px; height: 353px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sc1yxJEpcLI/AAAAAAAABEg/eK_tQZ0azd8/s320/frustration_relief.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318032923568992434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sc1yxCy0qcI/AAAAAAAABEY/JTfuDJxpOSs/s1600-h/113190406_b21e20c9b3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 290px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sc1yxCy0qcI/AAAAAAAABEY/JTfuDJxpOSs/s320/113190406_b21e20c9b3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5318032921883617730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As I get older I find  myself getting frustrated much more easily. I do not like this new trait of mine and wonder if soon I will be chasing children out of my yard and calling everyone under the age of 30  a whippersnapper. I know part of my frustration is caused by my 15 year struggle with migraines. I have a hard time relaxing when I'm in pain so much. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With this post I am reaching out for help. Please pray for me that God will heal me and also please share ways you have learned to take things in stride. I deal with a lot of stressful situations and have been doing so for the almost 30 years of my public safety career. In doing my job I have learned to cope with difficult situations. Those situations are not a problem for me, it's the day to day pressures that are a part of living in an imperfect world that tend to get me irritated.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3318474652537313973?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3318474652537313973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3318474652537313973' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3318474652537313973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3318474652537313973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/03/frustration.html' title='Frustration...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sc1yxJEpcLI/AAAAAAAABEg/eK_tQZ0azd8/s72-c/frustration_relief.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7350177692887699068</id><published>2009-03-21T19:44:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T20:38:14.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What did you do with my Mother?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ScWFzvcLttI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u3p5E5CMFAs/s1600-h/Medtec_ambulance.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ScWFzvcLttI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u3p5E5CMFAs/s320/Medtec_ambulance.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315802059135235794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ScWFzOeBjwI/AAAAAAAABEI/xi5UtCv7ZcA/s1600-h/rose-garden-arch.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 428px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ScWFzOeBjwI/AAAAAAAABEI/xi5UtCv7ZcA/s320/rose-garden-arch.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5315802050284588802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We were at church and my Mother started feeling bad. I was 5 years old and I remember this day as if it were yesterday. My dad took my mom to the hospital. My brother (7 years old), my sister (9 years old) and I went with my aunt. Later we arrived the hospital and were greeted by our pastor. He said she is gone. I thought about what he said. We drove away and saw my dad crying on the hospital steps.  My next recollection is in the funeral home. My dad and I went into the viewing room. There was a casket. We approached it and inside was a female with blonde hair (my mom had dark, almost black hair). I asked why did they dye her hair?  Later... where did they take my mom? She was gone...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is short. My Mother was there one moment and then gone the next. She was 27 years old. I use to think I would die before I turned 27. I thought it would happen, but it didn't. Even though God is not finished with me yet, there is no guarantee for tomorrow. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;We should live our lives as if today is our last. If we knew that we would die tomorrow, what would we do differently today? I bet we would at the very least make sure we are right with the Lord and we would spend the last hours with our family. Money would not be important to us, nor would be our "stuff".&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we need to re-evaluate what is important to us. God and our family should be number 1.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As a wise person once said... "there are many tomorrows but only one today".  But, what if there was no tomorrow...  did you waste today?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7350177692887699068?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7350177692887699068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7350177692887699068' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7350177692887699068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7350177692887699068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-did-you-do-with-my-mother.html' title='What did you do with my Mother?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ScWFzvcLttI/AAAAAAAABEQ/u3p5E5CMFAs/s72-c/Medtec_ambulance.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3294120016464366444</id><published>2009-03-13T14:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T15:13:07.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm sorry I failed you...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wDYO6iI/AAAAAAAABDw/p6RwuH-zG2M/s1600-h/fire-3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 194px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wDYO6iI/AAAAAAAABDw/p6RwuH-zG2M/s320/fire-3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312762945628727842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wGHah4I/AAAAAAAABD4/jVEwaZGwWmA/s1600-h/large_fire21.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wGHah4I/AAAAAAAABD4/jVEwaZGwWmA/s320/large_fire21.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312762946363492226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wPyNH7I/AAAAAAAABEA/Ef2Mxuf7EBI/s1600-h/2_00_000_00_07.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wPyNH7I/AAAAAAAABEA/Ef2Mxuf7EBI/s320/2_00_000_00_07.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312762948958887858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;It was a typical day at the fire station. The claxton sounded and I boarded the fire engine and off we went, lights flashing and sirens blasting. On arrival we found a two story apartment building with smoke bellowing from it. My mission was, go to the second floor and complete a search for people. With  a charged (filled with water) hose line my fire company started up the stairs. I was either in front or second as we approached the second floor. A baby crib was at the top of the stairs.  Then it happened, something that firefighters never want to happen, the hose went limp. We lost our supply of water. The smoke was thick but I could see the crib on the stair landing, I grabbed it and told my men to go back down the stairs (later realized the crib was empty). You never want to go into a burning structure without your lifeline (a charged hose). As my head cleared the level of the second floor and I was half-way down the stairs the roof collapsed and blocked the second floor landing. When we got back outside, the fire engine pump operator was noticeably upset and started apologizing to me for losing water. I said, hey don't apologize, if you had not lost water causing our fire hose to go limp we would have not backed out and would have more than likely been killed when the roof collapsed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;He felt like he had failed us but God used him to save us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Remember God is in control. We will never know how many times he has saved us from harmsway. Trust him, he has not and will not ever fail you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3294120016464366444?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3294120016464366444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3294120016464366444' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3294120016464366444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3294120016464366444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/03/im-sorry-i-failed-you.html' title='I&apos;m sorry I failed you...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Sbq5wDYO6iI/AAAAAAAABDw/p6RwuH-zG2M/s72-c/fire-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8785428248660398171</id><published>2009-03-07T08:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T08:41:36.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Saint Patrick's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4hk6clWI/AAAAAAAABDo/BU71T9uqVOo/s1600-h/Saint_Patrick_Pin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 312px; height: 313px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4hk6clWI/AAAAAAAABDo/BU71T9uqVOo/s320/Saint_Patrick_Pin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310439428863071586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4hQvwyHI/AAAAAAAABDg/YV2mn_kWT0c/s1600-h/283x360-green-beer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4hQvwyHI/AAAAAAAABDg/YV2mn_kWT0c/s320/283x360-green-beer.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310439423449548914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4gx7-CJI/AAAAAAAABDY/SJ3La67k3A0/s1600-h/11949847081767838062shamrock_for_march_natha_01.svg.med.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 298px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4gx7-CJI/AAAAAAAABDY/SJ3La67k3A0/s320/11949847081767838062shamrock_for_march_natha_01.svg.med.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5310439415179249810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;As one of the earliest Christian missionaries traveling abroad to spread the Christian faith, Saint Patrick is important because he serves as a testament to the overall missionary legacy of the Church. His example afforded later Christian missionaries the opportunity to assess the best methods to employ when confronting pagan groups abroad. Perhaps the most significant aspect of Saint Patrick’s missionary efforts in Ireland was that he transcended the boundary between Church hierarchy and prominent Church Fathers in terms of the viability of missionary pursuits. Saint Patrick proved that any Christian could live out the Scriptural commandment to spread the word of God while “exalting and confessing his wonders before all the nations that are under the heavens.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;" Patrick’s example would inspire later missionaries to undertake great missions to evangelize abroad in later years.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; (Wikipedia)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 17, 2009 is Saint Patrick's Day. What does this day mean to you? Is it a day to celebrate a mans life or is it just an opportunity to party and wear green? There is nothing wrong with in my case remembering my heritage or wearing my favorite color green. But, I think so many times we celebrate holidays with fun being our primary focus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas = Gifts&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter =  Candy and the bunny&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Saint Patrick's Day = Drinking and the color green&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I'm saying this to tell you something you should already know. Before you party take time to reflect on the true meaning of each holiday. As Christians, Christ should always be our main focus. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8785428248660398171?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8785428248660398171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8785428248660398171' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8785428248660398171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8785428248660398171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/03/saint-patricks-day.html' title='Saint Patrick&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SbJ4hk6clWI/AAAAAAAABDo/BU71T9uqVOo/s72-c/Saint_Patrick_Pin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1260109829912899180</id><published>2009-02-28T14:06:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-28T16:36:59.659-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My encounter with demons...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Samov-JWaSI/AAAAAAAABDQ/MYOtCVn1MXU/s1600-h/exorcism-emily-rose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 318px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Samov-JWaSI/AAAAAAAABDQ/MYOtCVn1MXU/s320/exorcism-emily-rose.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307959177922373922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SamZhnNKwqI/AAAAAAAABDI/ARf8qrEwp2w/s1600-h/carl_bloch_denying_satan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 573px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SamZhnNKwqI/AAAAAAAABDI/ARf8qrEwp2w/s320/carl_bloch_denying_satan.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307942438571786914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SamXaJ554bI/AAAAAAAABC4/Zw03P_TOkzM/s1600-h/Angels%2520in%2520America3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 227px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SamXaJ554bI/AAAAAAAABC4/Zw03P_TOkzM/s320/Angels%2520in%2520America3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307940111424020914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Can the dead come back and visit as ghosts? I believe the answer to that question is no. Once you die your spirit does not roam the earth looking for people to scare. So what about those encounters with the spooky images and noises some people refer to as ghosts?  I believe there are two types of supernatural beings that are present on the earth. Evil spirits  and/or demons and good spirits (not really a spirit) called angels.  The Bible says one third of the angels were cast out of heaven with Satan. So those angels are around doing the devil's evil deeds.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was around 18 years old I had a scary and unusual experience. I was singing and playing the guitar in a Christian coffee house. The owner of the establishment asked me if I would pray with him for a young man who had come into the house. He said the young man thought he was demon possessed. I had recently seen the movie " the Exorcist" so fear swept over me. I reluctantly said yes. I put down my guitar and the three of us went upstairs to a room used for prayer. After I had been praying for a short time,  I opened my eyes and looked at the young man. I could not believe my eyes. I saw two figures above his head laughing and dancing. Above them was what I can only describe as a very evil presence.  The two figures started reaching for me. I was scared, shocked and doubted what I had seen; I closed my eyes and continued praying. After we were done praying the young man left and I started to tell the man that was with me what I saw. He stopped me and said he had something to tell me. He said he saw two figures above the young man and before they could reach over and touch me a dove landed on my head, opened his wings and they disappeared. I was beside myself. I explained what I saw and that his story validated mine. I believe the dove represented the Holy Spirit's protection on my life.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have had some other demonic type experiences but what happened at the coffee house years ago on that particular day tops them all. You may say that you find his very hard to believe and if you do I don't blame you because I doubted it myself. It took someone else seeing what I saw to make a believer out of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I believe there are spiritual battles occurring all the time, we just can't see them. I am thankful that God's Holy Spirit protected me that day and continues to do so. We do not need to fear demons or Satan. Demons fear the very name of Jesus. Let Christ fight your battles and you will live a  victorious life.&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/2810020611907640485-1260109829912899180?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1260109829912899180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1260109829912899180' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1260109829912899180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1260109829912899180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/02/my-encounter-with-demons.html' title='My encounter with demons...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/Samov-JWaSI/AAAAAAAABDQ/MYOtCVn1MXU/s72-c/exorcism-emily-rose.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3242027967525610327</id><published>2009-02-21T17:15:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-21T17:52:40.381-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lord, keep me humble...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFgAHzRZI/AAAAAAAABCw/61-Z-kf5dp8/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFgAHzRZI/AAAAAAAABCw/61-Z-kf5dp8/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305387145877472658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFgCpwR8I/AAAAAAAABCo/V38oszsuB7I/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFgCpwR8I/AAAAAAAABCo/V38oszsuB7I/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305387146556753858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFfoAq43I/AAAAAAAABCg/qZwE5KlO7NI/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFfoAq43I/AAAAAAAABCg/qZwE5KlO7NI/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305387139405112178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So there I am getting ready to sing before a large group of people and I lose my voice, my musical equipment fails or some other malfunction makes me look like a dork. When this happens I smile and say "the Lord is keeping me humble."  A few years back I would have gotten very upset. The reason I got upset was that I worried people would not like my singing. Pride got in the way of my service to the Lord. If I am worried more about my performance and less about reaching others for him there is a problem. Every time I pick up a microphone or play my guitar I desire it to be for the glory of God. I want to see others turn their life over to him. I can either be a part of that process or be a hindrance to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Christians what is your motive? Is it to serve God or to serve and uplift yourself? Ask God to help you keep your motives pure. This is my desire and I pray it is yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3242027967525610327?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3242027967525610327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3242027967525610327' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3242027967525610327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3242027967525610327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/02/lord-keep-me-humble.html' title='Lord, keep me humble...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SaCFgAHzRZI/AAAAAAAABCw/61-Z-kf5dp8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1514094714750290145</id><published>2009-02-13T21:31:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-13T21:51:57.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debris, debris, debris...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmqPMT1I/AAAAAAAABCU/BGMpirUG1mY/s1600-h/ice+1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmqPMT1I/AAAAAAAABCU/BGMpirUG1mY/s320/ice+1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302480151518138194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmcBGahI/AAAAAAAABCM/vNy_PY8Skyw/s1600-h/ice+2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmcBGahI/AAAAAAAABCM/vNy_PY8Skyw/s320/ice+2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302480147700935186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmUX0VcI/AAAAAAAABCE/k24hw86-GO0/s1600-h/ice+3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmUX0VcI/AAAAAAAABCE/k24hw86-GO0/s320/ice+3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302480145648735682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Kentucky was hit hard by a snow/ ice storm resulting in fallen trees, limbs scattered, and power lines down. Most of the power lines have been restored but the debris will be around for a while.  When we have storms in our life they tend to cause damage as well. We may be able to repair just enough to keep us going but often there is debris (baggage)  left that takes a lot of work to get rid of.  &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God help us to let go of the past and to focus on our future (with you). By your mercy we are forgiven, by your grace we are protected, by your love we will have everlasting life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1514094714750290145?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1514094714750290145/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1514094714750290145' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1514094714750290145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1514094714750290145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/02/debris-debris-debris.html' title='Debris, debris, debris...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SZYxmqPMT1I/AAAAAAAABCU/BGMpirUG1mY/s72-c/ice+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7263925987117853127</id><published>2009-02-05T19:01:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-02-06T07:27:33.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Disaster in Kentucky...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwwZoZnI/AAAAAAAABB8/R1ZLPX2PP64/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwwZoZnI/AAAAAAAABB8/R1ZLPX2PP64/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299476459204142706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwcXGlOI/AAAAAAAABB0/B2nBjiYA2M8/s1600-h/2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwcXGlOI/AAAAAAAABB0/B2nBjiYA2M8/s320/2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299476453824828642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwM-U6bI/AAAAAAAABBs/IId9KGhatkQ/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwM-U6bI/AAAAAAAABBs/IId9KGhatkQ/s320/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299476449694378418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;It has been a difficult time for people who live in Kentucky. Several inches of snow and  up to an inch of ice blanketed the state causing thousands to lose electric, closed schools and caused numerous accidents. My heart goes out to those who are suffering from the frigid temperatures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Many thanks to the emergency responders and the electric utility companies. Companies traveled long distances to come to Kentucky to assist local utilities in restoring the electric service. Most worked 16 hour days going well beyond the call of duty. Although the state has a long way to go to get things back to normal, much progress has been made. Kentucky's motto is "United we stand, divided we fall". The united efforts of many will return our state to it's pre-storm condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for Kentucky; it's responders, utility companies, 911 Centers, nurses, doctors, road crews and the many others. Most of all pray for Kentucky's citizens.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7263925987117853127?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7263925987117853127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7263925987117853127' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7263925987117853127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7263925987117853127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/02/disaster-in-kentucky.html' title='Disaster in Kentucky...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYuFwwZoZnI/AAAAAAAABB8/R1ZLPX2PP64/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1261277524401221233</id><published>2009-01-29T21:01:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T22:06:02.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's cold outside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJmn5BYyPI/AAAAAAAABBk/YPobESXVRD4/s1600-h/237530880_cbd689589c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 477px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJmn5BYyPI/AAAAAAAABBk/YPobESXVRD4/s320/237530880_cbd689589c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296908947248695538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJkr9kzLZI/AAAAAAAABBM/tPseAFexQlg/s1600-h/3138648588_f0d432a2df.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJkr9kzLZI/AAAAAAAABBM/tPseAFexQlg/s320/3138648588_f0d432a2df.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296906818167188882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJksUjCmTI/AAAAAAAABBU/LrE0Y7TmWI0/s1600-h/2081961455_0218a1a9eb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 284px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJksUjCmTI/AAAAAAAABBU/LrE0Y7TmWI0/s320/2081961455_0218a1a9eb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296906824333826354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Since Tuesday, January 27 I have been dealing with a significant snow fall and the results of a 3/4 inch ice storm. Much of our county is without electric thus causing many of our citizens to be without heat. We have set up a shelter but only a few have come to it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a lot like life itself. This world has it's problems; there is no doubt about that. People suffer from alcohol abuse, social problems, financial worries, their failures and many other things that cause them to lose hope. God has offered help to those who are in need. He has opened a "spiritual shelter" but most ignore it and stay in the cold. Their hearts are empty, they feel cold inside. Give God a chance, he will help you and will never abandon you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1261277524401221233?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1261277524401221233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1261277524401221233' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1261277524401221233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1261277524401221233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/01/its-cold-outside.html' title='It&apos;s cold outside...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SYJmn5BYyPI/AAAAAAAABBk/YPobESXVRD4/s72-c/237530880_cbd689589c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5259690505566917981</id><published>2009-01-21T18:19:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-21T19:35:35.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>President Obama...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SXexKM8rh4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/vPmACXrqYCM/s1600-h/3005165726_a2a29b4b4e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 410px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SXexKM8rh4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/vPmACXrqYCM/s320/3005165726_a2a29b4b4e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894675829852034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SXexJ-MsDNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/BpLRzoyWkh8/s1600-h/3062083776_d45ab43e89.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 215px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SXexJ-MsDNI/AAAAAAAAA_g/BpLRzoyWkh8/s320/3062083776_d45ab43e89.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5293894671870463186" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Yesterday Americans witnessed the swearing in of President Obama. Regardless of who you voted for, this man and our country need your prayers. Time will tell as it does with every president whether Obama will be a good leader. Our country is in need of a wise leader who will listen to the voice of God and one who will use good judgment. Please join me in prayer for the United States and our new president.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;"For the LORD gives wisdom, and from his mouth come knowledge and understanding."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Proverbs 2:6&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/2810020611907640485-5259690505566917981?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5259690505566917981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5259690505566917981' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5259690505566917981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5259690505566917981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/01/president-obama.html' title='President Obama...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SXexKM8rh4I/AAAAAAAAA_o/vPmACXrqYCM/s72-c/3005165726_a2a29b4b4e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1782604242741112562</id><published>2009-01-11T19:10:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T20:05:49.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Being like Christ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWqVGJ2ztNI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/J2PGJXnBGIE/s1600-h/windowslivewriter6ab411fbef2a-7c76image041.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 409px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWqVGJ2ztNI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/J2PGJXnBGIE/s320/windowslivewriter6ab411fbef2a-7c76image041.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290204645257622738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWqVF0ymcBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8OxfbFBb2-A/s1600-h/Holy_Spirit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 272px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWqVF0ymcBI/AAAAAAAAA_I/8OxfbFBb2-A/s320/Holy_Spirit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290204639602831378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;How in the world can a person be like Christ? I have heard this most of my life that as a Christian we are to follow Christ's example. The Savior Christ (the Son)  is God as is the Father and the Spirit. We will never be perfect like God is. I have failed God so many times. I have failed my family and my friends. So is there hope for me or a person like me? Sure there is! We were not created to fail although we were born into sin with a sinful nature. Life is an opportunity to show God just how much he means to us. Do we love God more than the sin we commit? Fighting temptation to sin pleases God. But when we do fail, God is there to help us by forgiving us and giving us a clean slate to start over again.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can we do to be more like Christ? I have listed some things that will help you to be more like him (Christ):&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;1. Ask the Lord to help you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;2. Ask the Lord for wisdom.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;3. If you fail make it right to the best of your ability by asking God for forgiveness and anyone you may have offended.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;4. Read the Word of God (Bible), this is how the Lord speaks to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;5. Study the Word, ask God to reveal his Word to you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;6. Practice the Word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;7. Realize you are human and you will make mistakes. This is not an excuse to sin but if you do sin ask God to forgive you and to help you to not repeat your mistakes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;8. Forgive yourself. This is probably the most difficult thing for Christians to do. I know it is for me. God forgives and throws your sin into the sea to never be remembered again. Unfortunately we do not forget our failures so, learn from your mistakes and forgive yourself. God is not going to hold something against you when you have asked for forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;9. Forgive others. If someone has hurt you, you have to forgive them. Again, I know it's hard but it is something God has commanded us to do, just like he has forgiven us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;10. Spend time with other Christians; whether it is in church, a small group that will help you grow in the Lord or just talking one on one.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;11. Give back. Realize that if you try to help others, this action will help you. Don't always ask for God to bless you when you have the ability to bless others by your Christ like actions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102);"&gt;12. Spend time alone with God. Ask him to help you. Tell him your problems (he is interested in you because he loves you). Ask him to open doors for you to help others by sharing what He has done for you and them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be praying for you...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1782604242741112562?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1782604242741112562/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1782604242741112562' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1782604242741112562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1782604242741112562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/01/being-like-christ.html' title='Being like Christ...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWqVGJ2ztNI/AAAAAAAAA_Q/J2PGJXnBGIE/s72-c/windowslivewriter6ab411fbef2a-7c76image041.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7697645903713482923</id><published>2009-01-07T21:17:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:26:49.395-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My life as a musician...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWV9X77lr5I/AAAAAAAAA-w/j9oBbktMZJE/s1600-h/lpstand08desertburst007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288771187594604434" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 478px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWV9X77lr5I/AAAAAAAAA-w/j9oBbktMZJE/s320/lpstand08desertburst007.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This post is going to be a little more personal (and longer) than most I've written. The topic is my love for music and a test of my faith. One of my first recollections of my music past was when I was very young and I sang my first solo. It was "Silent Night" and my audience was my grandmother and other members of my family. After this I recall my first few times singing in church. I was so nervous I occasionally cried before I finished. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;At the age of 13, I started playing the guitar or at least trying to play. A very good friend of mine helped me and taught me some cords that he had learned from his dad. After struggling to learn but not owning my own guitar on Christmas my dad gave me his guitar. I was thrilled! It was a Harmony Spanish guitar. As time went on my confidence, with God's help, increased and I was able to sing and play in church without too much discomfort. My friend and I started a Christian band called "Revelation". We had two guitars, a bass player and a top notch drummer. Starting to play in churches we were having a blast. Then a problem... we found out there was already a group by the name of "Revelation". What to do? Being the bright young rock (Christian) musicians that we were we changed our name to... "Revelation 2" (how clever). After a year or so our fine band split up and the remaining members called our new band "Obadiah". We thought this name (from the Bible) was cool! This group did not last very long so I decided to go solo. Next I started singing regularly at a Christian coffee house in Lexington, Kentucky. God moved in my life and taught me much about people and their problems. In 1974 (I believe) I entered a music contest at a youth church camp. I sang a song I wrote and played guitar with another guitar player accompanying me. After I was done the MC said "a star was born". Talking about getting the big head! I was on cloud 9. On Friday that week they announced the winner. I WON!!! Yes, I thought I was a star! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the early to mid 70's I got the opportunity to audition for Bill Walker. Mr Walker was the producer for Johnny Cash and Eddie Arnold. I borrowed a van, loaded up my equipment and headed for out for my BIG BREAK. As I arrived I took my guitar and asked the person at the front desk if I needed my PA system and they said just me and the guitar. I had moved up to an electric guitar which was a Gibson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;SG&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; look alike. I bought my guitar and Sears amp for $200.00. Waiting for my chance, there were a few people ahead of me... then my name was called. This was my first time in a "real" studio and the people behind the glass asked me if I was ready. I said yes and began to play and sing. When I was finished, they said thank you and I would hear something in a couple of weeks after Bill Walker in Nashville reviewed the recording. I believe this was on Friday. On Monday I received a phone call and the man on the phone said Bill Walker would like to offer me a recording contract. I could not believe it. I was so excited. I was asked to return to the studio. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;When I arrived back at the studio they asked me to sit down. They started a multi-track recording of myself. I listened and then came the contract. They said they would spend $100,000.00 and let me record two singles of their choice (not Christian songs). Bill Walker would produce the song and distribute them nationally. Then came the issue of a security bond. They told me I would have to pay $1,500.00 to secure the recording. They said the reason was they were burned on a resent contract after they invested thousands of dollars the person breached their contract. They said they could sue but decided it was not worth the bad publicity. So now new artists would have to invest in their own future. They believed if the artist had to spend their own money they would not quit until at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;leas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;t they made their money back.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;$1,500.00 was a lot of money to a young man like me and a lot of money in the 1970's. It might as well been a million. I worked in a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;hamburger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;restaurant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; so I was not rich. I was on my own and money was very tight. So after much thought and prayer I had to say no to my BIG BREAK. I was so disappointed. Something like this rarely happens and now it has passed me by... I have often wondered "What if???"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I have to believe now that it was God's will and his protection on my life that allowed this opportunity to pass. He saw that I would be compromising my values by singing secular music. But at the time I did not think this or understand. I may have ended up as many artists do, on drugs or worst. I don't know... only God does and it was in his hands. I was in his hands and I thank him for that.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In June of the year 1976 I sang at a small Kentucky Church and there in the congregation was a beautiful young lady. I was smitten by her beauty and fell in love. In December we were married and in April of 1977 we moved to Florida. God opened many doors for me in Florida. I got the opportunity to sing and play in many churches across the state, a convention, a local county fair, at the local jail ( I finally had a captive audience) and youth rallies, lead worship in a church and more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In the late 70's I had surgery on my left wrist. This was bad as it affected by guitar playing and caused me pain when I played. I was forced to change my playing style.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1978 we had a baby girl. I needed to pay off the hospital bill so I traded my car (a 1968 cherry apple red Camaro) for money and a 1976 Les Paul. I got a baby and a great guitar. In 1981 we had a baby boy. Life is good! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In 1989 we moved back to Kentucky. I continued singing but mostly at my church... Then...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWV9YUNmgfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ivKFe8a9x-g/s1600-h/SurgeryEneas2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288771194112606706" style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; width: 320px; cursor: pointer; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWV9YUNmgfI/AAAAAAAAA-4/ivKFe8a9x-g/s320/SurgeryEneas2.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;A few years ago my singing came to a halt. I had surgery on my throat. Now after a hiatus of not singing and playing the guitar less and less, I believe it's time to start back. I also believe that if you don't use whatever talents God has given you, you will lose them. My throat hurts after I sing for a while and my range in not like it use to be. I started to get depressed. I thought my music life was over. I tried to sing in church again but I had to sing what I felt were "safe" songs. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Now I have another opportunity. I may start singing and playing in a new worship band. I am excited and nervous at the same time. Please pray for me that God will heal my throat and will use me for his glory. I give the talent I have left to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I'm sorry for the long post. More to come later...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7697645903713482923?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7697645903713482923/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7697645903713482923' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7697645903713482923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7697645903713482923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-life-as-musician.html' title='My life as a musician...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWV9X77lr5I/AAAAAAAAA-w/j9oBbktMZJE/s72-c/lpstand08desertburst007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7686565904511238078</id><published>2009-01-03T21:14:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:27:29.971-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7 little secrets...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWArM0L5WFI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4_RX0yHKc9E/s1600-h/520778475_1bc4cfd204.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWArM0L5WFI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4_RX0yHKc9E/s320/520778475_1bc4cfd204.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287273461699926098" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWAuRGcvaSI/AAAAAAAAA-o/3E2JOFLmNh0/s1600-h/paper.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWAuRGcvaSI/AAAAAAAAA-o/3E2JOFLmNh0/s320/paper.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287276833856776482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;My daughter-in-law who is a very sweet young lady challenged me to write down 7 little secrets and put them on my blog. Wow, I thought is there seven things about myself that others don't know (and I don't mind telling). OK, here goes...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;1. When I was young I wanted to be a garbage-man. I would watch the men laugh and sing while riding on the back of their truck and thought, what a cool job. I ended up being a firefighter and rode on the tailboard of a fire-truck.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;2. When I was younger I would wear sometimes two pairs of pants so I wouldn't appear so skinny. I don't have that problem (being skinny) now... unfortunately.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. I once fell asleep at the altar in church. After a while I felt hands on my shoulder as people started praying for me thinking I had a serious need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. When I sang to my wife at our wedding, I made up the words to the song because I never learned the real lyrics.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;5. I was offered a singing recording contract when I was 18 years old.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;6. I was once a disc jockey at a Lexington (Kentucky) radio station and would love to do it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. I would love to live in somewhere between New England and North Carolina on the water. But, if I did this my family would have to move too!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Well, that wasn't so hard and it was kind of fun. I have more secrets but they will have to go untold... at least for now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I hope you enjoyed my little secrets. Thanks for reading... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7686565904511238078?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7686565904511238078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7686565904511238078' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7686565904511238078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7686565904511238078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2009/01/7-little-secrets.html' title='7 little secrets...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SWArM0L5WFI/AAAAAAAAA-Y/4_RX0yHKc9E/s72-c/520778475_1bc4cfd204.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8552928383441360510</id><published>2008-12-29T17:28:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:28:36.677-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year's Resolutions...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhXy5szI/AAAAAAAAA94/qf8qTVhTkeI/s1600-h/83497875_00a1c3ea58.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhXy5szI/AAAAAAAAA94/qf8qTVhTkeI/s320/83497875_00a1c3ea58.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285354067554054962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhsC4axI/AAAAAAAAA-I/eTyC0qpU3TE/s1600-h/portrait-of-a-mid-adult-man-exercising.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhsC4axI/AAAAAAAAA-I/eTyC0qpU3TE/s320/portrait-of-a-mid-adult-man-exercising.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285354072989788946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhTbwV-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/qsInFS-EZPE/s1600-h/1385417617_cf31bdd8ba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhTbwV-I/AAAAAAAAA-A/qsInFS-EZPE/s320/1385417617_cf31bdd8ba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285354066383230946" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;People make New Year's resolutions every year to begin January 1st. They look at the new year as a fresh start. So what is so special about January 1st other than causing us to stress out? Nothing and we should never wait until the new year to make changes. Everyday should be a new beginning for us to change things that need changing in our life. People who make New Year resolutions are often disappointed in themselves because they fail and when they fail they quit trying. Those who say they will quit smoking or lose weight but later give in to the temptation feel a hopelessness that causes them to feel depressed. So what do you do? Make a commitment today to change what you know you need to change. If in one week you fail, start over and try again. Try for two weeks, then three and so on. Make goals that are realistic. If you need to lose weight, set a goal to lose 10 pounds in a month, not 100 pounds in 6 months.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:arial;" &gt;The key to being successful is to keep trying. Don't give up!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8552928383441360510?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8552928383441360510/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8552928383441360510' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8552928383441360510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8552928383441360510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/12/new-years-resolutions.html' title='New Year&apos;s Resolutions...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVlZhXy5szI/AAAAAAAAA94/qf8qTVhTkeI/s72-c/83497875_00a1c3ea58.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6987774441857038303</id><published>2008-12-22T22:47:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:29:12.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVBfw45CP5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/iiqVgH1WWuI/s1600-h/291284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 81px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVBfw45CP5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/iiqVgH1WWuI/s320/291284.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282827656415559570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVBg2bL_HLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/lTAD1okSyAQ/s1600-h/1544181698_f7a6a7fdc6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVBg2bL_HLI/AAAAAAAAA9w/lTAD1okSyAQ/s320/1544181698_f7a6a7fdc6.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282828851032825010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Merry Christmas&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;to my family and the friends I have met through this blog. I pray you have a wonderful Christmas!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Donovan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6987774441857038303?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6987774441857038303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6987774441857038303' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6987774441857038303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6987774441857038303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas.html' title='Merry Christmas...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SVBfw45CP5I/AAAAAAAAA9o/iiqVgH1WWuI/s72-c/291284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8679129681442681986</id><published>2008-12-19T18:35:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:29:45.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank you Lord...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SUxJr9Cg3eI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZWzcxG-sijA/s1600-h/mary_baby_jesus_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 397px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SUxJr9Cg3eI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZWzcxG-sijA/s320/mary_baby_jesus_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677482467057122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SUxJrzmH23I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KDHqgGotsH8/s1600-h/christs-birth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 206px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SUxJrzmH23I/AAAAAAAAA9Q/KDHqgGotsH8/s320/christs-birth.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5281677479932058482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Thank you Lord for coming to this world. Thank you Lord for living a difficult life while you were here. Thank you Lord for understanding what I go through because you went through it first. Thank you Lord for living a spotless life and being a great example for me. Thank you Lord most of all for dying for me even though I am not worthy. Thank you Lord for your unfailing grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;"Merry Christmas"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8679129681442681986?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8679129681442681986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8679129681442681986' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8679129681442681986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8679129681442681986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/12/thank-you-lord.html' title='Thank you Lord...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SUxJr9Cg3eI/AAAAAAAAA9Y/ZWzcxG-sijA/s72-c/mary_baby_jesus_2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7354185925177964284</id><published>2008-12-09T18:40:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:30:37.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter blues...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ST8D3NBgqFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Yq1MISdMJI0/s1600-h/Ice_Storm_cars.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 239px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ST8D3NBgqFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Yq1MISdMJI0/s320/Ice_Storm_cars.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277941535225194578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ST8D21OkToI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kmZrkfL0Cs4/s1600-h/868518932_b245596a7c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 226px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ST8D21OkToI/AAAAAAAAA9A/kmZrkfL0Cs4/s320/868518932_b245596a7c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5277941528837508738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;There is a disorder (seasonal affective disorder -SAD) &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;that affects people during the winter months. It causes depression and anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;strong&gt;Fall and winter SAD (winter depression) - www.MayoClinic.com&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Symptoms of winter-onset seasonal affective disorder include: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ul style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;li&gt;Depression&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hopelessness&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Anxiety&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loss of energy&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Social withdrawal&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Oversleeping&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loss of interest in activities you once enjoyed&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Appetite changes, especially a craving for foods high in carbohydrates&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Weight gain&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Difficulty concentrating and processing information&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This post is to offer encouragement to those who suffer during the winter months. In addition to SAD there are those who suffer because of their circumstances and lack of common necessities (things many of us take for granted); they are the homeless. I am asking you to pray for these people that God will send someone their way that will be able to help them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Here is a Scripture verse for anyone who needs encouragement:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-style: italic;"&gt;"Do not fear, for I am with you; Do not anxiously look about you, for I am your God. I will strengthen you, surely I will help you, Surely I will uphold you with My righteous right hand."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isaiah 41:10&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7354185925177964284?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7354185925177964284/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7354185925177964284' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7354185925177964284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7354185925177964284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/12/winter-blues.html' title='Winter blues...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/ST8D3NBgqFI/AAAAAAAAA9I/Yq1MISdMJI0/s72-c/Ice_Storm_cars.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5453861099244116569</id><published>2008-12-03T20:10:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:31:22.745-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thirty-two years...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xVtEpLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Fr6dfp4Mibg/s1600-h/Carla,+Jack,+Ava,+Ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xVtEpLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Fr6dfp4Mibg/s320/Carla,+Jack,+Ava,+Ella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275746809267135666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3x1ZvyjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JxJgHYZ_O80/s1600-h/Papa+and+Ava+and+Ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3x1ZvyjI/AAAAAAAAA8o/JxJgHYZ_O80/s320/Papa+and+Ava+and+Ella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275746817776011826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xs0z_jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/6Ye7UqYMa8Q/s1600-h/Jamie,+brooke,+ella.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xs0z_jI/AAAAAAAAA8g/6Ye7UqYMa8Q/s320/Jamie,+brooke,+ella.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275746815473614386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xh8XZTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yfjplvNUKHw/s1600-h/Jackie,+Geoff,+Ava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 214px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xh8XZTI/AAAAAAAAA8Y/yfjplvNUKHw/s320/Jackie,+Geoff,+Ava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275746812552504626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3yaJM2YI/AAAAAAAAA8w/PANm9xrenTo/s1600-h/Papa+and+Ava.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 258px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3yaJM2YI/AAAAAAAAA8w/PANm9xrenTo/s320/Papa+and+Ava.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275746827638724994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc37pMxTPI/AAAAAAAAA84/9x6UNrJZzl8/s1600-h/Papa+and+Ava2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc37pMxTPI/AAAAAAAAA84/9x6UNrJZzl8/s320/Papa+and+Ava2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275746986299051250" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tomorrow, December 4, 2008 I will be married to my lovely wife for thirty-two years. We have had our ups and downs like many couples but I can honestly say I love her more now than I ever have. My wife Carla is the mother to my two wonderful children and now she is the grandmother of my two sweet granddaughters. As I get older I realize just how blessed I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Marriage takes commitment and sometimes it can be very hard. I often reflect on the earlier years of my marriage and wish I had been a better husband then; it makes me sad but I can not change the past. I can only do my best in the present and try to create the best possible future for us. I often wish I could provide more for Carla; a larger home, a newer car and trips to places she has dreamed of going to. I believe she deserves anything I can give her and more. But being a public safety employee since 1979 I know I will never be wealthy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;In spite of my desire to provide more I can see we are just where God wants us. Sure I can still do better but as a Christian I am growing and trying to always walk through the doors Christ opens for me. I want to help others.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I do not know how good your marriage is but in order for it to last for 30, 40, 50 or more years you must be committed. You have to learn how to forgive and realize that satan does not want you to be successful in your marriage. Satan is the enemy, it is not your spouse no matter what happens. You will have disagreements but if you try really hard they will make you stronger. Take everything that happens in your marriage as a learning event, be it a good or bad thing. Allow God to honor his promise that all things work to the good for them that love the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pray for your spouse, ask God to bless them. Ask God to help you to be the husband or wife that is pleasing to him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May God bless your marriage. I will be praying for you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5453861099244116569?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5453861099244116569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5453861099244116569' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5453861099244116569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5453861099244116569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/12/thirty-two-years.html' title='Thirty-two years...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STc3xVtEpLI/AAAAAAAAA8Q/Fr6dfp4Mibg/s72-c/Carla,+Jack,+Ava,+Ella.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4744113868353325410</id><published>2008-11-29T22:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:32:04.019-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What if you offend?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STITPULDkXI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cFxAHz_fgiU/s1600-h/b350614d2b992138.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 239px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STITPULDkXI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cFxAHz_fgiU/s320/b350614d2b992138.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274299267438317938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STITPJGD1oI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cTSLCxviqu0/s1600-h/1994896316_a4bcd9c1c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STITPJGD1oI/AAAAAAAAA8A/cTSLCxviqu0/s320/1994896316_a4bcd9c1c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5274299264464574082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;We all make mistakes  and we will offend someone. It's not if, it's when and what we do to make amends. The first thing we should do is admit our mistake and ask God for forgiveness. Next apologize to the person we offended. This can be very tough sometimes but we must do it. God will help you. Ask him for wisdom and guidance. Confessing our sins against God and our brothers (and sisters)  is the beginning of a transformation of our mind and soul. Confessing will help to bring you peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will be praying for you. I ask you to do the same for me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;God bless you as you continue on this journey to be more like Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Then I acknowledged my sin to you and did not cover up my iniquity. I said, "I will confess my transgressions to the LORD "— and you forgave the guilt of my sin. Selah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Psalms 32:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4744113868353325410?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4744113868353325410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4744113868353325410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4744113868353325410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4744113868353325410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/what-if-you-offend.html' title='What if you offend?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/STITPULDkXI/AAAAAAAAA8I/cFxAHz_fgiU/s72-c/b350614d2b992138.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5813565601047188948</id><published>2008-11-26T21:14:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-10T08:32:40.477-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SS4Gu1mPGHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zXKeMiO1vMs/s1600-h/praying+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SS4Gu1mPGHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zXKeMiO1vMs/s320/praying+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273159615428630642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SS4GuovcghI/AAAAAAAAA7g/pn00yMotJcI/s1600-h/Rest+and+Be+Thankful.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 253px; height: 335px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SS4GuovcghI/AAAAAAAAA7g/pn00yMotJcI/s320/Rest+and+Be+Thankful.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273159611977597458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I would like to wish all the readers of this blog a very happy Thanksgiving. Your comments have encouraged me to keep writing. I pray you enjoy your holiday with your friends and family. Take a moment to thank God for all he has blessed you with. If you are hurting this holiday reach out to the Lord and ask him to help you. He will never leave you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5813565601047188948?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5813565601047188948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5813565601047188948' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5813565601047188948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5813565601047188948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SS4Gu1mPGHI/AAAAAAAAA7o/zXKeMiO1vMs/s72-c/praying+girl.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-135872531491118351</id><published>2008-11-22T12:29:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-22T12:45:50.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Birthday Jackie!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDZGCCAzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/6KK2ITcCl1g/s1600-h/jackie.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDZGCCAzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/6KK2ITcCl1g/s320/jackie.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537462232089394" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDY6-ndaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/LzkDvM-3TZw/s1600-h/hawaiiwedding3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 305px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDY6-ndaI/AAAAAAAAA7I/LzkDvM-3TZw/s320/hawaiiwedding3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537459264976290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDY8OS4xI/AAAAAAAAA7A/k6iNxSfNfa8/s1600-h/avamommyhorse.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDY8OS4xI/AAAAAAAAA7A/k6iNxSfNfa8/s320/avamommyhorse.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271537459599172370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; would like to wish my daughter a very happy birthday. Her birthday is November 26. I love you Jackie and I'm very proud of you. You are a wonderful daughter...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-135872531491118351?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/135872531491118351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=135872531491118351' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/135872531491118351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/135872531491118351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/happy-birthday-jackie_22.html' title='Happy Birthday Jackie!!!'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SShDZGCCAzI/AAAAAAAAA7Q/6KK2ITcCl1g/s72-c/jackie.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3512355460407367449</id><published>2008-11-16T19:50:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T21:35:08.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus washes the feet of the disciples...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSTMbDHACNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rd-xJCLsc-Q/s1600-h/light.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSTMbDHACNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rd-xJCLsc-Q/s320/light.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270562228993525970" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSDIrz12-PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/l_UsbbJNyjY/s1600-h/JesusFootWashing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 328px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSDIrz12-PI/AAAAAAAAA5g/l_UsbbJNyjY/s320/JesusFootWashing.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432218999519474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSDIrztI0HI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/HIr77e3S_-Y/s1600-h/2133794598_60460b9887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 229px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSDIrztI0HI/AAAAAAAAA5Y/HIr77e3S_-Y/s320/2133794598_60460b9887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5269432218962940018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jesus replied, "You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"No," said Peter, "you shall never wash my feet." Jesus answered, "Unless I wash you, you have no part with me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Then, Lord," Simon Peter replied, "not just my feet but my hands and my head as well!" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jesus answered, "A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet; his whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-26631" class="sup"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;For he knew who was going to betray him, and that was why he said not every one was clean."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;John 13:7-11&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foot washing in church? It's not so common today and a big reason is a change in culture. Let us not look at foot washing but at what Jesus was showing his disciples. He was teaching them how to serve and he said one of the disciples was not clean (spiritually). Serving was the topic today in my church. The pastor did a great job with his sermon but I want to look at it from a different perspective and what I believe the Lord showed me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Jesus said:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"A person who has had a bath needs only to wash his feet; his whole body is clean. And you are clean, though not every one of you."&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;(The one who was not clean was Judas).  I believe as Christians we should be clean (our spiritual body) as if we have had a bath that cleans the inside. The only thing that should need cleaning each day are the feet that walk through the dirt (evil) of this earth. Jesus will keep you clean from head to toe if you ask him. We should continuously ask Jesus for forgiveness; to wash away whatever we dealt with today and make us totally clean. The world has dirt (evil) everywhere; we need to avoid allowing what we walk on (through) to make our bodies (spiritual) dirty.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus forgive me and help me walk in righteousness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3512355460407367449?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3512355460407367449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3512355460407367449' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3512355460407367449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3512355460407367449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/jesus-washes-feet-of-disciples.html' title='Jesus washes the feet of the disciples...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SSTMbDHACNI/AAAAAAAAA5w/rd-xJCLsc-Q/s72-c/light.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6243303785800232990</id><published>2008-11-14T18:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-21T19:32:36.669-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I blog...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4QAGShg6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/HV8Niz2QF3Y/s1600-h/perfect_storm_big_wave.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 241px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4QAGShg6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/HV8Niz2QF3Y/s320/perfect_storm_big_wave.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268666207944410018" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4QAAXUXhI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1oQEz9TIxHw/s1600-h/g.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 230px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4QAAXUXhI/AAAAAAAAA5I/1oQEz9TIxHw/s320/g.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268666206353907218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4P_y92UaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/d_BLyjAT2X4/s1600-h/lightbulb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 322px; height: 391px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4P_y92UaI/AAAAAAAAA5A/d_BLyjAT2X4/s320/lightbulb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5268666202757419426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Blogging is a great way to express your opinion, but this is not why I blog. Blogging is a way to polish your writing skills, but this is not why I blog. So why do I blog? For me it's a way to share my faith and try to answer some of life's difficult questions. It's a way for me to try to encourage others and give them hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The internet allows  for a global outreach of blogging and I want to do something positive with this opportunity. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am amazed and humbled how this simple blog is read by people all over the world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray this blog has touched you in some small way. Many of you who have commented on my posts have really encouraged me to continue writing.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Thank you for reading &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Storms of Life"&lt;/span&gt; and may God bless you in all you do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6243303785800232990?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6243303785800232990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6243303785800232990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6243303785800232990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6243303785800232990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/why-i-blog.html' title='Why I blog...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SR4QAGShg6I/AAAAAAAAA5Q/HV8Niz2QF3Y/s72-c/perfect_storm_big_wave.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4377626776513723293</id><published>2008-11-07T20:38:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T21:25:18.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sad times in the City...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0enR2pFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OcVsE9K7xOA/s1600-h/vfiles21128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0enR2pFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OcVsE9K7xOA/s320/vfiles21128.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266102671080072274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0e-i3NBI/AAAAAAAAA44/wIbkcUAzPIg/s1600-h/fired1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0e-i3NBI/AAAAAAAAA44/wIbkcUAzPIg/s320/fired1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266102677325427730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0euMv7lI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tvOuPjgjgbA/s1600-h/Daniel_Craig_sam-taylor-wood_Men_Crying.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 321px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0euMv7lI/AAAAAAAAA4w/tvOuPjgjgbA/s320/Daniel_Craig_sam-taylor-wood_Men_Crying.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5266102672937709138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Today 9 employees lost their jobs here in my town, USA. Around 24 employees lost their jobs within the last two years. This is very difficult for these men and women especially the recent ones with the holidays very  near. With this post I ask you to pray for our town and these employees who are now facing hard times. Pray for their families and pray that they will find employment quickly. Pray for the leaders of our community that God will give them wisdom. I will not go into the details here but people are hurting and need a touch from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Would you give 1 minute to pray for this need? I appreciate you and want to thank you for reading my blog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;God bless you and yours...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"No one will be able to stand up against you all the days of your life. As I was with Moses, so I will be with you; I will never leave you nor forsake you."&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Joshua 1:5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4377626776513723293?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4377626776513723293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4377626776513723293' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4377626776513723293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4377626776513723293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/sad-times-in-city.html' title='Sad times in the City...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SRT0enR2pFI/AAAAAAAAA4o/OcVsE9K7xOA/s72-c/vfiles21128.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8145452812001663248</id><published>2008-11-01T10:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T14:35:13.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trick or Treat...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxQdrLUvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/U-zI4niovKM/s1600-h/Trick+or+Treat.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 201px; height: 265px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxQdrLUvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/U-zI4niovKM/s320/Trick+or+Treat.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263706592146838258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxQn0o28I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WZC4P2arLHU/s1600-h/Trick_or_treat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxQn0o28I/AAAAAAAAA4Y/WZC4P2arLHU/s320/Trick_or_treat.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263706594870877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxRfPvdTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BsCatv0D30c/s1600-h/candy-corn-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxRfPvdTI/AAAAAAAAA4g/BsCatv0D30c/s320/candy-corn-1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5263706609748505906" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The purpose of this post is not to get into a theological debate on whether or not "Trick or Treating" is evil. I'm sure you have an opinion but you will have to go to another blog if that's your intent. The idea that I want to talk about is giving and receiving. Give me some candy or I'll be mad and toilet paper your house. Should we give just to avoid making someone mad resulting in a negative outcome? Or do we give expecting something in return? Our society is centered on a mindset of whatever I give, should guarantee a good return for my investment (gift) in the end. "I'm not going to give them a gift this year for Christmas because they did not get me anything last year!!" "They only spent $20.00 on me for my birthday so I'm not going to buy them that $30.00 item that I know they want." What is wrong with people? When did we become so self-centered or selfish?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;More than likely we have all felt this way at sometime in our life. Hopefully it was when you where a child and not yesterday. When I am able to give it leaves a warm feeling in my heart. Lord help me to give to others without expecting anything in return. The best way to get into that habit and way of thinking is to give to people when they least expect it. A month before their birthday (and then again on their birthday) for example.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Pray that the Lord will show us that is act of giving is better that the receipt of a gift. Who knows better about giving than our Lord who gave his all for us. Do we sometimes "Trick or Treat" with God? "God if you give me what I want I will serve you more; if you don't then I will pout and be mad." We have nothing to bargain with when it comes to God. He owns everything and he can do anything. God wants our love and he wants you to share the gifts he's given you. Let's start giving...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8145452812001663248?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8145452812001663248/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8145452812001663248' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8145452812001663248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8145452812001663248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/11/trick-or-treat.html' title='Trick or Treat...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQxxQdrLUvI/AAAAAAAAA4Q/U-zI4niovKM/s72-c/Trick+or+Treat.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2424235759566274245</id><published>2008-10-24T19:21:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T20:59:42.763-04:00</updated><title type='text'>14.4 minutes...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq-pvgMuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CYNHVbsrJz0/s1600-h/81708603_e02c09cc32.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 244px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq-pvgMuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CYNHVbsrJz0/s320/81708603_e02c09cc32.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260884939311690466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq_QiWBAI/AAAAAAAAArY/y-3spmAvdfs/s1600-h/elvis380.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 202px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq_QiWBAI/AAAAAAAAArY/y-3spmAvdfs/s320/elvis380.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260884949725479938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq_75TYZI/AAAAAAAAArg/sVvKuLQlgls/s1600-h/kennedy-john-f-01.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 387px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq_75TYZI/AAAAAAAAArg/sVvKuLQlgls/s320/kennedy-john-f-01.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260884961364500882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJrAqD4CUI/AAAAAAAAAro/bpO9e0o7zl4/s1600-h/File_PassionMovie_NailHand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 331px; height: 467px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJrAqD4CUI/AAAAAAAAAro/bpO9e0o7zl4/s320/File_PassionMovie_NailHand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260884973756877122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Elvis Presley was the King of Rock -N- Roll. He had the world in his hands. He was born in 1935,  sold over one billion records, was nominated for 14 Grammy Awards (won 3) and made 33 successful films. He died in 1977, he was 42.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John F. Kennedy was the 35th President of the United States. He was born in 1917 and was assassinated in 1963, he was 46.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these men reached the goals they had made for themselves. They worked hard to succeed and gave up much in the process. Life often opens doors for us but is it always best to walk through those doors. I know neither Elvis or President Kennedy believed they would die at such an early age. Both men sacrificed things that were important to them for what they felt was success. Their lives were filled with times of despair and anguish. We all suffer at times in our lives as well but the question becomes what is priority in our  life. Is career the most important aspect or is it our health or our family. Do we put God first and if so what does that mean to us. I would say most people do not put God first in their lives. If you believe in tithing (giving 10% to God) do you only tithe your money? I have problems with this Old Testament law as I have spoken about before on this blog. If you do believe in tithing then what about your time; do you then give 10% of your time to God? Is going to church the answer? It helps but doesn't your true ministry to others and the Lord begin when you walk outside those church doors.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to Elvis and Kennedy. When they stand before God, it will not matter that they were a famous singer or the President. What will matter is, were they right with God. I do not know if they were ready to meet their savior or not. Only God knows this. Did they do as much as possible to win people to the Lord that were lost? Only God will judge this.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peggy Ann Donovan was my mother. She was 27 when she died. She was a righteous woman and served the Lord with all of her heart. Because of her I serve the Lord today.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you give God your best effort in serving him or is it 10% or even 1%? 1% of your day is 14.4 minutes. Think about it...&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;14.4 minutes a day focused on God; I challenge you to start with 1% and see where God leads you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;God bless you!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2424235759566274245?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2424235759566274245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2424235759566274245' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2424235759566274245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2424235759566274245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/10/144-minutes.html' title='14.4 minutes...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQJq-pvgMuI/AAAAAAAAArQ/CYNHVbsrJz0/s72-c/81708603_e02c09cc32.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2063028654924815343</id><published>2008-10-14T19:24:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-14T20:08:20.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The 2008 Presidential Election...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx81XAF0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/LsRD7iCBFq0/s1600-h/bidenobama_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx81XAF0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/LsRD7iCBFq0/s320/bidenobama_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163061210388290" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx9I1ulmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Xi5e0HkCLoU/s1600-h/2811368952_3476cc233a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx9I1ulmI/AAAAAAAAAq4/Xi5e0HkCLoU/s320/2811368952_3476cc233a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163066439538274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx9Ir_sSI/AAAAAAAAArA/_04zgPCsFQA/s1600-h/NObama3x5stkrthmb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 178px; height: 178px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx9Ir_sSI/AAAAAAAAArA/_04zgPCsFQA/s320/NObama3x5stkrthmb.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163066398716194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx9MupY-I/AAAAAAAAArI/YsEM7xF0o68/s1600-h/mcsame-720789.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx9MupY-I/AAAAAAAAArI/YsEM7xF0o68/s320/mcsame-720789.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5257163067483579362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;McCain/ Palin? Obama/ Biden? Who are you going to vote for (don't tell me)? Life is all about choices and this year a historic election is rapidly approaching. Do you make your decision based on personal values, the state of the economy, the war in Iraq, the life of unborn babies or something else.  Do you listen to the rederic of campaign commercials, the content of debates or the history of the candidate and his ability to lead. I am so tired of the negative campaigning and I'm begining to wonder if there is an honest political person left in our country. How can some candidates who disagreed so  adamately against the two current contenders now speak of how great of a president they would make. I see through this hypocracy but apparently some do not. This is a very important election. Pray for wisdom and really examine the person you support. Time will tell if the people have made a grave mistake in 2008.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2063028654924815343?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2063028654924815343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2063028654924815343' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2063028654924815343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2063028654924815343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/10/2008-presidential-election.html' title='The 2008 Presidential Election...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SPUx81XAF0I/AAAAAAAAAqw/LsRD7iCBFq0/s72-c/bidenobama_wideweb__470x314,0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6044169257350909746</id><published>2008-10-04T20:01:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T20:32:41.741-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgKzdLRKwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wJZQMUdC-_4/s1600-h/fall-color.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgKzdLRKwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wJZQMUdC-_4/s320/fall-color.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253460844449180418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgJTOtUoDI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MkssTJxRtZQ/s1600-h/FallLeavesByPond.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgJTOtUoDI/AAAAAAAAAqY/MkssTJxRtZQ/s320/FallLeavesByPond.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253459191298039858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgJTtE6TaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9mUc31Tjdbc/s1600-h/Pond+in+Fall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgJTtE6TaI/AAAAAAAAAqg/9mUc31Tjdbc/s320/Pond+in+Fall.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253459199450041762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love fall. After a hot summer the cooler temperatures are very welcome. The trees with their leaves exploding in a array of splendid color is just beautiful. But, after the leaves are all gone the tree is bare. Could you imagine if your life was exposed (like the tree) for all to see how you really are? You may not be hypocritical but people are not perfect so mistakes and bad judgment calls are made. It is by God's grace and his mercy that we are given chance after chance to improve. Ask God to help you each day and if you make a mistakes learn from them. God loves us and wants us to succeed in our walk with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6044169257350909746?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6044169257350909746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6044169257350909746' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6044169257350909746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6044169257350909746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/10/fall.html' title='Fall...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SOgKzdLRKwI/AAAAAAAAAqo/wJZQMUdC-_4/s72-c/fall-color.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7855509143714260139</id><published>2008-09-24T20:56:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T19:16:38.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye for now Misty...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQOoq755ZbI/AAAAAAAAArw/xkPOp5G2hNA/s1600-h/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 232px; height: 92px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQOoq755ZbI/AAAAAAAAArw/xkPOp5G2hNA/s320/3.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5261234245287372210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNrm3QISWgI/AAAAAAAAApo/z1Bw1bsuBbI/s1600-h/MIsty.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNrm3QISWgI/AAAAAAAAApo/z1Bw1bsuBbI/s320/MIsty.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249762152550652418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;If you follow my blog you will remember a while back I asked you to pray for Misty LeBlanc. Prayers from all over the world went forth on behalf of Misty. Misty peacefully passed away last night. My heart aches for the family especially Darren, her loving and devoted husband. I do not know why with all of the prayers offered that God did not heal Misty. It's not that there was a lack of faith because many truly believed she was going to be healed. I do know that God loves us and wants us to trust him in all things including things we do not understand.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Please pray for Darren, his daughter Olivia and the rest of the family during this very difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7855509143714260139?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7855509143714260139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7855509143714260139' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7855509143714260139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7855509143714260139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/09/goodbye-for-now-misty.html' title='Goodbye for now Misty...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SQOoq755ZbI/AAAAAAAAArw/xkPOp5G2hNA/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6997761777751292281</id><published>2008-09-17T20:53:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T22:28:44.634-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm, God is great, God is Good....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG0GHPSRwI/AAAAAAAAAow/67otv-cdgxc/s1600-h/21024543_688bd46c6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 255px; height: 367px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG0GHPSRwI/AAAAAAAAAow/67otv-cdgxc/s320/21024543_688bd46c6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247173057978713858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG0Ga7GOVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VzDsYsHFX_U/s1600-h/praying+girl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG0Ga7GOVI/AAAAAAAAAo4/VzDsYsHFX_U/s320/praying+girl.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247173063262746962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG4ERf0JwI/AAAAAAAAApg/e0WBvp2N5aA/s1600-h/29098580_1f48262887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 252px; height: 314px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG4ERf0JwI/AAAAAAAAApg/e0WBvp2N5aA/s320/29098580_1f48262887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247177424419170050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG4ELo8TQI/AAAAAAAAApY/cyc3mHIWkWA/s1600-h/847892315_e2c93e2c37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 256px; height: 281px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG4ELo8TQI/AAAAAAAAApY/cyc3mHIWkWA/s320/847892315_e2c93e2c37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247177422846840066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"God is great, God is good, let us thank him for our food... amen". A simple prayer often taught to children. Now don't get me wrong, children know how to pray with faith, but we are all grown up and are we still praying the same way? God help sister Jones, she is dying, help my children, forgive me for being bad today... amen. Are we really serious with God? Do we wonder why our prayers are not being answered? Maybe, just maybe, our prayers are not coming with a fervency showing we mean business with God almighty. Almost all of the prayers I have prayed, that were answered,  were when I was totally focused on my request to a point of desperation. God knows I'm serious and he sees my total dependence on him. It is then that I see God move in my life. God has never failed me. He still answers prayer today but we must seek him in a way that shows what we are praying for, is really important to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6997761777751292281?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6997761777751292281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6997761777751292281' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6997761777751292281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6997761777751292281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/09/god-help-me-please.html' title='ummm, God is great, God is Good....'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SNG0GHPSRwI/AAAAAAAAAow/67otv-cdgxc/s72-c/21024543_688bd46c6e.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-198714744583830246</id><published>2008-09-11T20:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-06T19:59:31.499-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Storms inside...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-CqbIKMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dKS1pnn_uCQ/s1600-h/storms.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-CqbIKMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dKS1pnn_uCQ/s320/storms.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244932194006739138" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-Cw8W-PI/AAAAAAAAAog/yTocaZuaVY4/s1600-h/137697775_860c5c8426.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-Cw8W-PI/AAAAAAAAAog/yTocaZuaVY4/s320/137697775_860c5c8426.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244932195756734706" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-C0_bjsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Ss0TLZW-a_0/s1600-h/2681116833_568bf971f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-C0_bjsI/AAAAAAAAAoo/Ss0TLZW-a_0/s320/2681116833_568bf971f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244932196843359938" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do you walk around with a smile on your face when you feel anything but joy?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;That's not necessarily bad, forcing a change in your attitude can change your current despair.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do you lack peace in your mind and spirit?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Many people do but you must realize that only God can give you true peace.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do your friends think you've got it all together but you know your life is in turmoil? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;It doesn't matter what they think, it won't change anything. God knows how you feel regardless of how you appear on the outside.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Are you tired of playing games?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;You should be; life is too short to play games with your emotions.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Are you a people pleaser regardless of how that effort affects you personally?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Pleasing people should not be your goal in life. You must do what you know in your heart is the right and only way to go. You can never please everyone, so don't even try. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do you feel that people you know are not honest with you and talk behind your back?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;Over ninety percent of times when you see people talking and you think their talking about you, they're not! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why do we worry about things we have no control of? Have you ever fretted over&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;something and the next day you asked yourself, what was the big deal?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;I have been known to worry and then when I was done worry some more. If you can change the situation for the better then do it. If not turn it over to the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound simple? It is...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast all your anxiety on him because he cares for you.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;1 Peter 5:7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-198714744583830246?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/198714744583830246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=198714744583830246' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/198714744583830246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/198714744583830246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/09/storms-inside.html' title='Storms inside...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMm-CqbIKMI/AAAAAAAAAoY/dKS1pnn_uCQ/s72-c/storms.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2787522571782387519</id><published>2008-09-06T20:31:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T08:10:41.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A simpler time and a season of innocence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoL9K6YkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/WD9fNVRNKWk/s1600-h/elmo.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 478px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoL9K6YkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/WD9fNVRNKWk/s320/elmo.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243078577053393474" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoL6fyFbI/AAAAAAAAAns/qiFHCLx04cE/s1600-h/Sesame+Street.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoL6fyFbI/AAAAAAAAAns/qiFHCLx04cE/s320/Sesame+Street.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243078576335623602" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoMJbIN2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WbZry_VNWaI/s1600-h/Ava,+Dayton.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoMJbIN2I/AAAAAAAAAn0/WbZry_VNWaI/s320/Ava,+Dayton.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243078580342634338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Today I went to Dayton, Ohio to see "Sesame Street Live" with my granddaughter. I watched my granddaughter as she soaked up the excitement of the show watching Elmo, Big Bird, Cookie Monster and others. She was in awe of everything going on. She started saying "happy, happy" as she was very happy to be there. As I watched her I realized how I have gotten wrapped up in the worries of the world. If I could only return to a  mindset of being able to really enjoy life's pleasures.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I remember also a time when my daughter prayed that her injured arm would be healed. She had no doubt that God could and would heal her. I again in my maturity was caught up with doubt and worry about her having to suffer. The next day her arm was completely healed. Her faith in God allowed her to be healed, regardless of her father's doubt.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Bible says &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"Assuredly, I say to you, whoever does not receive the kingdom of God as a little child will by no means enter it."&lt;/span&gt; (Luke 18:17) This is true for all things we ask of God. Just as my daughter had complete faith that God would heal her, we must do the same. We let "stuff" get in the way of our relationship with the Lord. The more we fill our minds with doubt and trash the less we will receive from him (God).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I guess as we age we because more self-sufficient and less dependent on God. Lord help us to return to the place where we rely and trust you as a child. Help us to enjoy your world and the blessings we have.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2787522571782387519?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2787522571782387519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2787522571782387519' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2787522571782387519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2787522571782387519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/09/simpler-time-and-time-of-innocence.html' title='A simpler time and a season of innocence...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SMMoL9K6YkI/AAAAAAAAAnk/WD9fNVRNKWk/s72-c/elmo.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7080324650362436449</id><published>2008-08-29T20:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-29T21:07:33.817-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Crow...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicAP75vgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DNjl0yFJcVM/s1600-h/241948642_a1ad5081e5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicAP75vgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DNjl0yFJcVM/s320/241948642_a1ad5081e5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240109694537285122" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicACHkC4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/XDMKUR6UxXc/s1600-h/794438826_5f340c9c16.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 456px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicACHkC4I/AAAAAAAAAm4/XDMKUR6UxXc/s320/794438826_5f340c9c16.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240109690828098434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicARowkQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Y9dFb1-YKBg/s1600-h/sorry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicARowkQI/AAAAAAAAAnA/Y9dFb1-YKBg/s320/sorry.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240109694993862914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Last night (midnight) I responded to a very serious accident on I-75 where a pick-up was traveling Southbound in the Northbound lanes. The pick-up was clipped by one semi and hit head on with another semi. I left the scene around 5am, went home for a while and returned to work at noon. When I got to my office several workers  who were working on the stations air conditioning system had moved around the furniture and had totally disrupted our work space. I, after having little sleep went off on these workers saying "I wish somebody would tell me before they just start moving our stuff around". They apologized but I could hear murmurings of discontent coming from them. This is not the first time this group has gotten on my nerves. I guess today I just lost it. I left and went to lunch. I had to get away before I said something I would regret. At lunch I had time to cool off and I felt the Lord was telling me to apologize. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"I did not do anything wrong Lord, they did!!!" Tough Jack, apologize. &lt;/span&gt;When I got back to the office I went up to the supervisor and told him that I was wrong and I was sorry. I ate some crow because feeling I was right in my actions was a reflection of something in me that was not pleasing to the Lord. I felt better after I apologized and feel the Lord spoke to me telling me to do the right thing. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes in life people do things that are very inconsiderate and mean centered. How we respond to the actions of others shows Christian maturity. Today I failed the test, but God gave me a chance to correct the situation. Lord help us be more like you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7080324650362436449?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7080324650362436449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7080324650362436449' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7080324650362436449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7080324650362436449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/08/eating-crow.html' title='Eating Crow...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLicAP75vgI/AAAAAAAAAmw/DNjl0yFJcVM/s72-c/241948642_a1ad5081e5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8453583659541192374</id><published>2008-08-21T18:26:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T16:54:31.588-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rain...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yLWeInMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/R8BzShMwtmE/s1600-h/rain-drops-solar-system.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 394px; height: 295px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yLWeInMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/R8BzShMwtmE/s320/rain-drops-solar-system.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237108218526211266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yLmIrUnI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zXFAPbw3EwY/s1600-h/532605736_e26285e88c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 398px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yLmIrUnI/AAAAAAAAAmg/zXFAPbw3EwY/s320/532605736_e26285e88c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237108222731178610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yL1FOdxI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iPdfHw8DClY/s1600-h/1425295708_cdf84ea4ac.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 240px; height: 355px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yL1FOdxI/AAAAAAAAAmo/iPdfHw8DClY/s320/1425295708_cdf84ea4ac.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5237108226743236370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Don't rain on my parade." "Rain, Rain go away come again another day." I sure you've heard these little quotes before when it comes to rain being equated with having a bad day. Let's look at this rain mindset. We all know that in order for plants, animals and people alike to survive we must have rain. In order for life to grow and flourish rain must fall. Now back to rain  and it's negative implication. Just like rain can make things grow, bad days (or rain, if you will) also will make us grow as Christians. If nothing bad ever happened we would become complacent and feel we did not need to improve. As long as we live in this world bad things will happen. Take those bad events in your life as an opportunity to improve and grow. We need the rain, be it good or bad. Trust the Lord in all things; he will help you deal with anything that comes your way.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8453583659541192374?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8453583659541192374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8453583659541192374' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8453583659541192374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8453583659541192374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/08/rain.html' title='Rain...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SK3yLWeInMI/AAAAAAAAAmY/R8BzShMwtmE/s72-c/rain-drops-solar-system.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8661044886325159211</id><published>2008-08-15T20:24:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-15T21:01:25.321-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Tree Lives On...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZAlLWQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/O_JM9XDo47s/s1600-h/Witness-Tree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 366px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZAlLWQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/O_JM9XDo47s/s320/Witness-Tree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234912728447670530" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZcfApTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GSpvE5L7Asw/s1600-h/tree-parts.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 206px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZcfApTI/AAAAAAAAAmA/GSpvE5L7Asw/s320/tree-parts.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234912735937996082" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZfIuHxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Fz0k1y_IE4g/s1600-h/FamilyTree.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 276px; height: 218px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZfIuHxI/AAAAAAAAAmI/Fz0k1y_IE4g/s320/FamilyTree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234912736649813778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I had to cut down a large tree that was endangering my house. The tree was one that I had planted about 17 years ago. The tree has been down for several months. Now I have small trees trying to grow off the roots of the cut tree. They are coming up everywhere as far as 30-40 feet away from the stump. They are growing under my wood deck coming up between the boards. It's amazing that this is occurring as it never sprouted new trees prior to its literal fall.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;This tree is similar to the "family tree". It starts with one then two, then four... Then after you're dead the multiplying continues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So where am I going with this? Your influence affects generations. If you raise your children in a loving home then they will be more prone to have loving homes. If you raise your children in a Christian home then they are more apt to do the same with their children. The same is true for those raised in broken homes as they are prone to have the same failures. This is not always the case as God can move in your life and change a bad cycle. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another analogy is the tree had to die before it could give new life. What does this remind you of? If you said Christ, you are correct. God help us to be righteous leaders in the home and thank you Jesus for dying so we could live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8661044886325159211?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8661044886325159211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8661044886325159211' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8661044886325159211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8661044886325159211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/08/tree-lives-on.html' title='The Tree Lives On...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SKYlZAlLWQI/AAAAAAAAAl4/O_JM9XDo47s/s72-c/Witness-Tree.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-293546551856440370</id><published>2008-08-08T19:58:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T21:27:54.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old friends...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwTiggucI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UMUdU88MtcI/s1600-h/friends+logo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 130px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwTiggucI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UMUdU88MtcI/s320/friends+logo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232321085569022402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwTsPoWnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Y6QO0VC0_l4/s1600-h/Firefighter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 281px; height: 412px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwTsPoWnI/AAAAAAAAAlo/Y6QO0VC0_l4/s320/Firefighter.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232321088182573682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwT_2_y_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zFlQlLzjWCo/s1600-h/B767BA06-B926-4F02-A89E0B89277C469E.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 283px; height: 210px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwT_2_y_I/AAAAAAAAAlw/zFlQlLzjWCo/s320/B767BA06-B926-4F02-A89E0B89277C469E.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232321093447961586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I have had the good fortune of having many very good friends over the years. Recently I have located some that I had lost touch with for years. It was interesting to hear about what they were doing now and how it caused me to reflect on days gone by. I have lost some friends over the years due to them moving away, myself moving away or by their passing in this life. I know I will see all of my Christian friends one day but my heart aches for those who do not know the Lord. I hope and pray that I will be a good influence on my friends but I know I am human and eventually I will probably let them down. One friend will never let them down. He is waiting to love them unconditionally and has already given his all for them. I know that friend; he is my Lord and savior. He is my best friend. Even though I fail him daily he loves me none the less. His name is Jesus.  Jesus loves you. He died for you; won't you live for him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-28140" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-28141" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Romans 8:38-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-293546551856440370?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/293546551856440370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=293546551856440370' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/293546551856440370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/293546551856440370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/08/old-friends.html' title='Old friends...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJzwTiggucI/AAAAAAAAAlg/UMUdU88MtcI/s72-c/friends+logo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6991201446891687027</id><published>2008-08-01T21:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T21:59:12.793-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-6AMft1I/AAAAAAAAAlI/4yDJ1dV9b-g/s1600-h/PoliticsCollage03.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 301px; height: 216px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-6AMft1I/AAAAAAAAAlI/4yDJ1dV9b-g/s320/PoliticsCollage03.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229733496001378130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-6VHz_7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/huE9R-HICec/s1600-h/us_politics.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 303px; height: 387px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-6VHz_7I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/huE9R-HICec/s320/us_politics.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229733501618880434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-69BcopI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fMf0v7EQ-BY/s1600-h/no-politics.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-69BcopI/AAAAAAAAAlY/fMf0v7EQ-BY/s320/no-politics.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5229733512329601682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I hate politics! I thought a few years back that I might want to get into the political scene but have since given up on any desire to do so. I have known some great politicians and some who are very selfishly motivated. I work in government and just want to do the best job I can. The last couple of years I have been attacked, lied about and the department has suffered. The citizens have suffered. I have been in public service for 28+ years and have for the most part enjoyed going to work every day. Now my joy for the job is damaged. I know I shouldn't let people get me down but sometimes I do. People run for public office for different reasons, some do it to make a difference while others who may start out that way get consumed with the attention they get and end up doing a dis-service to those they were elected to serve.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going through a difficult time right now and I ask for your prayers. Also, pray for our community, state and federal leaders. Pray that they will serve in a way that is pleasing to God. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We do not need politicians; we desperately need good leaders!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6991201446891687027?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6991201446891687027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6991201446891687027' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6991201446891687027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6991201446891687027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/08/politics.html' title='Politics...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJO-6AMft1I/AAAAAAAAAlI/4yDJ1dV9b-g/s72-c/PoliticsCollage03.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-286046567986734148</id><published>2008-07-30T17:01:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T19:35:48.111-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Survey Says...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJDYpfsV_EI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yA7ngtKBkgw/s1600-h/survey-says.thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJDYpfsV_EI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yA7ngtKBkgw/s320/survey-says.thumbnail.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228917374770871362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102); font-weight: bold;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;In an effort to improve this blog please take a moment to complete the survey below...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);" href="http://www.surveymonkey.com/s.aspx?sm=hjZNkPLSmV0MHt40fmOdTA_3d_3d"&gt;Click Here to take survey&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-286046567986734148?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/286046567986734148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=286046567986734148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/286046567986734148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/286046567986734148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/survey-says.html' title='Survey Says...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SJDYpfsV_EI/AAAAAAAAAlA/yA7ngtKBkgw/s72-c/survey-says.thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6393902502647177621</id><published>2008-07-25T19:30:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-30T20:02:34.372-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you a Christian failure?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLneolJ5G7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/BAhukQnyLfc/s1600-h/123697614_589c22f788.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 163px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLneolJ5G7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/BAhukQnyLfc/s320/123697614_589c22f788.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240464430172019634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Jacob Wrestling with the Angel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLnepeQ_2jI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VyBvQOC-oLo/s1600-h/Passion+of+The+Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLnepeQ_2jI/AAAAAAAAAnU/VyBvQOC-oLo/s320/Passion+of+The+Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5240464445502642738" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIpnOuoxQnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/gj7Mf3YCYCw/s1600-h/jesus-cross.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIpnOuoxQnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/gj7Mf3YCYCw/s320/jesus-cross.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103820251742834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Christ died for your sin so you can be free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIpnO8p2RWI/AAAAAAAAAko/Blxw3Wrx8N4/s1600-h/j0400301.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIpnO8p2RWI/AAAAAAAAAko/Blxw3Wrx8N4/s320/j0400301.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5227103824014361954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Read the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;We know that the law is spiritual; but I am unspiritual, sold as a slave to sin. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I do not understand what I do. For what I want to do I do not do, but what I hate I do. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;And if I do what I do not want to do, I agree that the law is good. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;As it is, it is no longer I myself who do it, but it is sin living in me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I know that nothing good lives in me, that is, in my sinful nature. For I have the desire to do what is good, but I cannot carry it out. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;For what I do is not the good I want to do; no, the evil I do not want to do—this I keep on doing. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Now if I do what I do not want to do, it is no longer I who do it, but it is sin living in me that does it.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Romans 7:14-20&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paul struggled with sin as we all do. So often we commit to doing good, praying, reading God's Word and then before you know it we make a mistake, say something we should not have said or any other numerous blunders. If Paul struggled is there hope for us? Sure there is, we must never give up. God knows our heart; he knows if we desire to serve him. If you make a mistake (or sin) ask God to forgive you and then let it go. He forgives and forgets.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, there is now no condemnation for those who are in Christ Jesus&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Romans 8:1&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God does not condemn us. We are born with a sinful nature and it will be with us until we die. This is not an excuse to sin. If you truly love the Lord you will do your very best to NOT sin. Ask Christ to forgive you, read the Word, pray, pray and then pray some more. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You are not a Christian failure as long as you remain in Christ Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Additional reading...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jacob wrestles with the angel: Read the Scripture below, what do you think the angel (and God) was trying to teach Jacob?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-953" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So Jacob was left alone, and a man wrestled with him till daybreak. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-954" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; When the man saw that he could not overpower him, he touched the socket of Jacob's hip so that his hip was wrenched as he wrestled with the man. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-955" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then the man said, "Let me go, for it is daybreak." But Jacob replied, "I will not let you go unless you bless me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-956" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The man asked him, "What is your name?" "Jacob," he answered. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-957" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Then the man said, "Your name will no longer be Jacob, but Israel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (Israel &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; he struggles with God)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;,  because you have struggled with God and with men and have overcome." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-958" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Jacob said, "Please tell me your name." But he replied, "Why do you ask my name?" Then he blessed him there. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-959" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;So Jacob called the place Peniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; (Peniel &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; means &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; face of God&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;,  saying, "It is because I saw God face to face, and yet my life was spared."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-960" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;The sun rose above him as he passed Peniel,  and he was limping because of his hip. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-NIV-961" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Therefore to this day the Israelites do not eat the tendon attached to the socket of the hip, because the socket of Jacob's hip was touched near the tendon. &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Genesis 32:24-32&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6393902502647177621?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6393902502647177621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6393902502647177621' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6393902502647177621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6393902502647177621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/are-you-christian-failure.html' title='Are you a Christian failure?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SLneolJ5G7I/AAAAAAAAAnM/BAhukQnyLfc/s72-c/123697614_589c22f788.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-271596294984347503</id><published>2008-07-21T22:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T22:45:12.057-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoebox...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVJdUu21uI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/loZ0u2hA0SI/s1600-h/Shoebox-GC-Green.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 251px; height: 251px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVJdUu21uI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/loZ0u2hA0SI/s320/Shoebox-GC-Green.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225663710763603682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVF12_GXLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Ahymf-UaTfM/s1600-h/ashamed_dog_2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 379px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVF12_GXLI/AAAAAAAAAjw/Ahymf-UaTfM/s320/ashamed_dog_2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225659734228884658" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVF2O595GI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cbImXLdu_1U/s1600-h/Christian%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 254px; height: 379px;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVF2O595GI/AAAAAAAAAj4/cbImXLdu_1U/s320/Christian%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5225659740649808994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I spoke with a good friend of mine today on the phone. His name is Ted and he works for the Sarasota County Fire Department in Florida. I worked at this fire department with him for several years. He is a great guy. He is also a good Christian. We use to tease each other about putting our Christianity in a shoebox when we were at the fire station. Actually this kept us on our toes and we became accountable to each other. We spent many hours in the evening talking about life and what it meant to be a Christian. I appreciate his friendship and I miss our talks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Matthew 10:33&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-271596294984347503?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/271596294984347503/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=271596294984347503' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/271596294984347503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/271596294984347503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/shoebox.html' title='Shoebox...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIVJdUu21uI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/loZ0u2hA0SI/s72-c/Shoebox-GC-Green.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2893955371442105753</id><published>2008-07-19T22:05:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T23:00:32.648-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Opinions</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIKkgfpYRSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1wmzz_TlJsc/s1600-h/pix_opinions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIKkgfpYRSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1wmzz_TlJsc/s320/pix_opinions.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224919395861021986" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIKkgYLisqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/BMAfT_fYnhA/s1600-h/v4m105746282-1884697756.gif.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIKkgYLisqI/AAAAAAAAAjg/BMAfT_fYnhA/s320/v4m105746282-1884697756.gif.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224919393856828066" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.rateitall.com/t-2325-jesus.aspx"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 48px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIKfs6JMK3I/AAAAAAAAAjQ/9UHhv1f9WqA/s320/Logo-rateitall-com.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5224914111574059890" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do you like to give your opinion on things or issues? Do you like to discuss our Lord and savior? Then check out;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rateitall.com/"&gt;RateItAll&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.rateitall.com/t-2325-jesus.aspx"&gt;Jesus on RateItAll&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Not all of the ratings as you will find are positive. We must stand up for what is pure and good. We must make a stand for Christ.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"But whosoever shall deny me before men, him will I also deny before my Father which is in heaven."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Matthew 10:33 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2893955371442105753?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2893955371442105753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2893955371442105753' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2893955371442105753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2893955371442105753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/opinions.html' title='Opinions'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SIKkgfpYRSI/AAAAAAAAAjY/1wmzz_TlJsc/s72-c/pix_opinions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5264211844406901139</id><published>2008-07-14T22:17:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-14T22:51:54.062-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandpa...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKMuEbVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ReHMFOg6GQg/s1600-h/Childrens+HANDS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKMuEbVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ReHMFOg6GQg/s320/Childrens+HANDS.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223067435242122578" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKcT8LiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/H8gm220P7BU/s1600-h/541160388_380ea5f43a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 297px; height: 396px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKcT8LiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/H8gm220P7BU/s320/541160388_380ea5f43a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223067439427497506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKiaB2_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/nXBBT4FECqY/s1600-h/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 298px; height: 281px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKiaB2_I/AAAAAAAAAjI/nXBBT4FECqY/s320/72431499-friendsCartoon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5223067441063648242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I can have a bad day at work, not feel well, be discouraged and then I hear the voice of my granddaughter say "Grandpa" and all is well! I have two beautiful granddaughters who are very special to me. To see their smiles, to play with them and to just enjoy a little time with them makes any day a good day. Children are such a blessing from God. If I can give any advice to you it would be to enjoy your children.  Enjoy each moment.  Laugh with them, play with them and love them dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Ava and Ella, Grandpa loves you!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5264211844406901139?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5264211844406901139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5264211844406901139' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5264211844406901139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5264211844406901139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/grandpa.html' title='Grandpa...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHwQKMuEbVI/AAAAAAAAAi4/ReHMFOg6GQg/s72-c/Childrens+HANDS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5251211936413075793</id><published>2008-07-12T20:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T20:49:22.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogs, the dark side...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPjpCqr2I/AAAAAAAAAig/oh3VWeyOlXQ/s1600-h/Darkside_internet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 319px; height: 287px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPjpCqr2I/AAAAAAAAAig/oh3VWeyOlXQ/s320/Darkside_internet.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222292716643856226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPj18WH2I/AAAAAAAAAio/PkrRCm_6_vw/s1600-h/gateway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPj18WH2I/AAAAAAAAAio/PkrRCm_6_vw/s320/gateway.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222292720107003746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPj1jdNxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gZkccZUM1kU/s1600-h/evil-inside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPj1jdNxI/AAAAAAAAAiw/gZkccZUM1kU/s320/evil-inside.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5222292720002610962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Today I heard that a friend of my daughter was receiving mean comments on her blog. Receiving comments tells you that you are reaching people.  I appreciate those who take the time to comment on my posts. It is encouraging to me and makes me want to continue to try to help people. But, there is absolutely no reason to be mean to people on the internet but many people find some deviate joy in doing just that. I guess since they can do this without their identity being discovered they don't care. Why do people like to hurt others? It's sad really but just confirms that the internet or the world for that matter has a dark side.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5251211936413075793?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5251211936413075793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5251211936413075793' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5251211936413075793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5251211936413075793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogs-dark-side.html' title='Blogs, the dark side...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHlPjpCqr2I/AAAAAAAAAig/oh3VWeyOlXQ/s72-c/Darkside_internet.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1662543163924290930</id><published>2008-07-10T19:18:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T20:19:26.039-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sadness...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHam9XOpD-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/GSgCMB5ogc8/s1600-h/398069115_9fae71601a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHam9XOpD-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/GSgCMB5ogc8/s320/398069115_9fae71601a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221544391120326626" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHai0X4977I/AAAAAAAAAho/WGQ0NzPKlhk/s1600-h/847892315_e2c93e2c37.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 214px; height: 236px;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHai0X4977I/AAAAAAAAAho/WGQ0NzPKlhk/s320/847892315_e2c93e2c37.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221539838632521650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHai0mQPX5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8qNXY93Irpg/s1600-h/6a00d8341c5ebf53ef00e54f4e35ba8834-800wi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 217px; height: 188px;" src="http://bp1.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHai0mQPX5I/AAAAAAAAAhw/8qNXY93Irpg/s320/6a00d8341c5ebf53ef00e54f4e35ba8834-800wi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5221539842488229778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;All people experience times of sadness. Whether it is the loss of a friend, family member, pet, job and the list could go on and on. These situations and the despair that follows is normal. Some are sad because they feel they have failed at some aspect of their life. Then there are those who become sad but do not know why. They can not seem to shake the feeling that something is wrong. Time will heal the first kind of sadness but what about the other. I have suffered depression and I know how debilitating it can be. I am one who tends to second guess myself. I always wonder if I could of done something a better way. This second guessing could be good as it makes you want to improve but it also can wear you down. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus suffered more than we will ever suffer. He was here on this earth to give life yet was beaten and tortured by those he tried to help. He was innocent (I am not), he was pure (I am not), he was righteous (I am not), he died for me (I am not worthy) and he loves those who persecuted him (I'm not so sure I could). So he truly understands sadness. I believe he weeps when we hurt. When my children or my grandchildren are hurting it breaks my heart. Jesus is the same way when you hurt. Ask him to help you. Then the most important thing you can do next is to give him your hurt and let him handle it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to say a prayer for you. "God help those who read this blog, heal their pain regardless of its source.  When you heal them Lord heal their spirit as well. I thank you for your goodness and answered prayer." If you know someone who is sad, pray this prayer for them. Trust God to answer your prayer. He loves you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Do not let your hearts be troubled. Trust in God; trust also in me.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;John 14:1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1662543163924290930?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1662543163924290930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1662543163924290930' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1662543163924290930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1662543163924290930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/sadness.html' title='Sadness...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp2.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHam9XOpD-I/AAAAAAAAAh4/GSgCMB5ogc8/s72-c/398069115_9fae71601a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1040807199556223984</id><published>2008-07-07T19:24:00.014-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-10T16:45:56.597-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Please pray...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqttzds4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZvZu-s_6jxo/s1600-h/prayer_walking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 295px; height: 192px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqttzds4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZvZu-s_6jxo/s320/prayer_walking.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220422620442112898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqtw2o9cI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XDxiM75FRXE/s1600-h/File_Praying2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 223px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqtw2o9cI/AAAAAAAAAhI/XDxiM75FRXE/s320/File_Praying2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220422621260740034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqt3cpq_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/71DpI_XVRKc/s1600-h/LordsPrayerJesusPraying2-376x400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqt3cpq_I/AAAAAAAAAhQ/71DpI_XVRKc/s320/LordsPrayerJesusPraying2-376x400.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220422623030782962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://leblanclife.com/" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 299px; height: 64px;" src="http://leblanclife.com/images/banners/5.jpg" alt="Visit LeBlancLife.com for updates!" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Misty LeBlanc&lt;/span&gt; has stage IV brain cancer and the doctors aren't giving her much hope. I do not know Misty but I do know the power of prayer. Please pray for Misty and her family. Here is her husband's website:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.leblanclife.com/"&gt; http://www.leblanclife.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1040807199556223984?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1040807199556223984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1040807199556223984' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1040807199556223984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1040807199556223984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/please-pray.html' title='Please pray...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SHKqttzds4I/AAAAAAAAAhA/ZvZu-s_6jxo/s72-c/prayer_walking.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4520447433317733736</id><published>2008-07-02T20:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:02:23.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pay it Forward...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyufL8lcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NKZAj3OMpxQ/s1600-h/payitforward_2000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 316px; height: 196px;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyufL8lcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NKZAj3OMpxQ/s320/payitforward_2000.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218601842442540482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyuA1u2oI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4n2OHhUR3aQ/s1600-h/ed0150.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyuA1u2oI/AAAAAAAAAgg/4n2OHhUR3aQ/s320/ed0150.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218601834296302210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyudaAXFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Bf4NK3cuvZI/s1600-h/helpinghand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyudaAXFI/AAAAAAAAAgw/Bf4NK3cuvZI/s320/helpinghand.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5218601841964637266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;A movie by the name "Pay it Forward" featured 12-year-old Trevor McKinney who believed in the goodness of human nature &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;. Like many other children, he was determined to change the world for the better, but, unlike most other children, he succeeded. The way it worked: he helped three people, then each of those people helped three more people and before you know it people were helping others from coast to coast. All of this because one person decided to try and make a difference.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this really possible? Can people encourage a chain reaction of love to spread across the world? I say yes. I encourage you to do something special for three people. If they ask you why you are doing it say because you care and the only thing you want in return is for them to return the favor to three other people.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God wants us to help each other. God wants Christians to share his love around the world. If we applied this same concept to speaking to others about the Lord and then helping them, imagine how many people could be reached. Help someone today and share the love of Christ by your action... not just your words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4520447433317733736?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4520447433317733736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4520447433317733736' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4520447433317733736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4520447433317733736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/07/pay-it-forward.html' title='Pay it Forward...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGwyufL8lcI/AAAAAAAAAgo/NKZAj3OMpxQ/s72-c/payitforward_2000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3997134824352369132</id><published>2008-06-28T17:31:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-28T19:07:01.987-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lazy days of summer...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGa2cUEBT8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/r4TTwCooGf4/s1600-h/565941262_f01013616c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGa2cUEBT8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/r4TTwCooGf4/s320/565941262_f01013616c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057815893462978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGa2cjGxg9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/kkqGgnrkp-Q/s1600-h/183320669_018547fc17.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGa2cjGxg9I/AAAAAAAAAgA/kkqGgnrkp-Q/s320/183320669_018547fc17.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217057819931542482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGbDtsavtzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uFzEiwpICMo/s1600-h/parklikebackyard.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGbDtsavtzI/AAAAAAAAAgY/uFzEiwpICMo/s320/parklikebackyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5217072408140166962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What exactly are the lazy days of summer? Surely mowing the grass in sweltering heat is not it. Today it was so hot and I was out this morning doing some yard work and then this afternoon doing some more. With the rain we have here I have to mow twice a week. I think about what it would be like to live on a beach and enjoying the tropical breezes coming off the water. But when I lived in Florida I didn't get to enjoy those tropical breezes that much and they didn't seem to ever reach my yard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, how do we learn to enjoy our current place in life? The first thing we must realize is life is not supposed to be a fun time 24 hours per day. If you believe this then you will be sorely disappointed. There are times we must work and occasionally times we can play. We must learn to make the best of our life; enjoy a cool breeze before it rains, enjoy a smile from your wife (or husband), enjoy the laugh of a child, enjoy the flowers and trees. Enjoy God's creatures; the dogs, cats, birds and the many others. Ask God to help you enjoy his creation and the blessings he has given you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3997134824352369132?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3997134824352369132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3997134824352369132' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3997134824352369132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3997134824352369132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/06/lazy-days-of-summer.html' title='Lazy days of summer...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGa2cUEBT8I/AAAAAAAAAf4/r4TTwCooGf4/s72-c/565941262_f01013616c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5825560725006885819</id><published>2008-06-25T17:11:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T18:14:06.874-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Youth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9ZoL1i_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/owLOZIT_mgw/s1600-h/197207826_a1cd0e22a1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9ZoL1i_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/owLOZIT_mgw/s320/197207826_a1cd0e22a1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215939566429899762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9Z2LstoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/b2UrHvw2hI8/s1600-h/28081054_fdc9ce8a67.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9Z2LstoI/AAAAAAAAAfo/b2UrHvw2hI8/s320/28081054_fdc9ce8a67.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215939570187417218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9Zy0oNiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/coCi2OxRWF0/s1600-h/1452943821_f84014ac6e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9Zy0oNiI/AAAAAAAAAfw/coCi2OxRWF0/s320/1452943821_f84014ac6e.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215939569285346850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;One of my earliest recollections was a Christmas before my mother died. Then I remember being told of her death (I was 5 when she died), her funeral, JFK's death and Hurricane Donna that hit our home in Florida. Those memories were sad. Some good early memories are meeting my wife at church (I was singing at her church), dating her, getting married and moving from Kentucky to Florida. Getting on the Sarasota Fire Department, graduating the Fire Academy and later getting promoted. Having a baby girl, then a baby boy and watching them grow. Later moving back to Kentucky, my children getting married and them having babies of their own. Now I'm a grandpa and I wonder what happened with all the years. Life happens so fast and  although my mind feels young, my body is calling my mind a liar. Because I do not know how many years I have left (none of us do) I realize now more than ever the importance of making each and every moment count for the best.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;If you're still young, enjoy your youth because before you know it, it will fade. Enjoy your wife (or husband), enjoy your children and enjoy your parents - Jackie and Jamie :) . Although I had a hard childhood, God has blessed me with a wonderful family and I want to enjoy the rest of my days with them.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I age I also realize the importance of my walk with the Lord. I am re-evaluating all aspects of my relationship with God. I think I need to take a break from somethings such a playing the guitar, singing and teaching Sunday School at church and concentrate on my personal relationship with the Lord and family. I want to go to church with my family as this is important to me. I ask for your prayers as I seek God's will and wisdom. I encourage you to look at your life as well. We only get one life and we need to make it the best life we can. After we die only a few things will really matter. Were we good to our spouse, our children, our parents and did we serve the Lord the best we could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5825560725006885819?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5825560725006885819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5825560725006885819' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5825560725006885819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5825560725006885819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/06/youth.html' title='Youth'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SGK9ZoL1i_I/AAAAAAAAAfg/owLOZIT_mgw/s72-c/197207826_a1cd0e22a1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7142971290464510304</id><published>2008-06-20T18:16:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:03:46.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I woke up on the wrong side of the bed...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzqh1T79I/AAAAAAAAAfI/xX2FLsmV6v0/s1600-h/2529008635_418605dc0a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzqh1T79I/AAAAAAAAAfI/xX2FLsmV6v0/s320/2529008635_418605dc0a.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214099274317688786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzqom60GI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HYQ4iHFyxbs/s1600-h/2217284125_264e7238d7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzqom60GI/AAAAAAAAAfQ/HYQ4iHFyxbs/s320/2217284125_264e7238d7.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214099276136370274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzq5iol0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/W8XK1w_F2OA/s1600-h/29098580_1f48262887.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 317px; height: 395px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzq5iol0I/AAAAAAAAAfY/W8XK1w_F2OA/s320/29098580_1f48262887.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5214099280681801538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Do you ever wonder why sometimes you wake up in the morning feeling a little on the &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;blue&lt;/span&gt; side but you don't know why? Here is a possible explanation: we dream about 2 hours every night. The dreams that we dream may be good or they could be bad. More often than not we wake up and can not remember our dreams. Let's say you have a bad dream and you wake up worried or sad. Now the problem is you can't remember the dream or even if you've dreamed at all. Our mind may hold on to the emotional outcome of a bad dream but not the dream details. So what do you do? Pray that God will give you a restful/ peaceful sleep. With God's help you will wake up more refreshed and with less anxiety.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that God will help you rest. Our bodies go through a healing process when we sleep. When we don't sleep we don't heal properly. We need to learn to ask God for help in all areas of our life; including our precious sleep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7142971290464510304?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7142971290464510304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7142971290464510304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7142971290464510304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7142971290464510304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-woke-up-on-wrong-side-of-bed.html' title='I woke up on the wrong side of the bed...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFwzqh1T79I/AAAAAAAAAfI/xX2FLsmV6v0/s72-c/2529008635_418605dc0a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5408336806080682051</id><published>2008-06-14T21:09:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-14T21:42:03.137-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Father's Day...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyqIV4ksI/AAAAAAAAAew/T_fLB6LZZqU/s1600-h/241737805_849d86b49c.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyqIV4ksI/AAAAAAAAAew/T_fLB6LZZqU/s320/241737805_849d86b49c.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211916736893850306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyqoEteII/AAAAAAAAAe4/FpIgKKnCNes/s1600-h/109860625_a1351870f4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyqoEteII/AAAAAAAAAe4/FpIgKKnCNes/s320/109860625_a1351870f4.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211916745411754114" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyrEDrAUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/myYWWFc_akU/s1600-h/Abba-Father_402.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyrEDrAUI/AAAAAAAAAfA/myYWWFc_akU/s320/Abba-Father_402.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211916752923590978" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My dad is 79 years old. He is a good father although I wish we were closer. I know he loves me in his way and I'm thankful for his love. My mother died when I was 5 years old and my dad took over the role of mother and father. I have learned a lot from my dad and I am a better person for being his son. Happy Father's Day daddy.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am the dad of two great children. They are the best and I love them so much and I'm very proud of them. They are both married to wonderful people and they both have beautiful baby girls. Being a grandpa is a new experience for me and I love it. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being a father and grandfather is a tremendous responsibility. I pray that God will give me wisdom and good health so I can handle this responsibility in a way that is pleasing to him.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to my son and son-in-law. I love you both!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Happy Father's Day to all the fathers who read these words.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Father's Day to God almighty, Abba Father (daddy, loving father).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5408336806080682051?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5408336806080682051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5408336806080682051' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5408336806080682051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5408336806080682051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/06/happy-fathers-day.html' title='Happy Father&apos;s Day...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFRyqIV4ksI/AAAAAAAAAew/T_fLB6LZZqU/s72-c/241737805_849d86b49c.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3538986347919545915</id><published>2008-06-12T20:17:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T23:06:15.942-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Christian Test...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSCnpgJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/IINwJwgSpnY/s1600-h/reading-bible-blue.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSCnpgJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/IINwJwgSpnY/s320/reading-bible-blue.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160958552604818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSVFD4DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1HPHW3VRg2E/s1600-h/3501301930.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 309px; height: 309px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSVFD4DI/AAAAAAAAAeg/1HPHW3VRg2E/s320/3501301930.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160963507806258" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSsEeNLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/b0RMiJjC4OU/s1600-h/changed-priorities-sign.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 241px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSsEeNLI/AAAAAAAAAeo/b0RMiJjC4OU/s320/changed-priorities-sign.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5211160969679353010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Here's a test for you to see how you're doing as a Christian...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;1) I read my Bible often  [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I talk to God every day [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) I talk to others about the Lord [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) I resolve all conflicts as soon as possible [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I ask Jesus to forgive me when I sin [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I don't go to sleep at night angry at anyone [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;7) I try really hard to live a life pleasing to God [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I know God loves me [Yes]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I love God enough to change [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I trust God with everything [YES]  [NO]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;How did you do? The goal is to answer all the questions [YES]. There are more questions that could be asked but being a Christian means you follow Christ. You have accepted him as your savior. You will make mistakes. You will sin. It's because of what Christ did for us not because of what we do. Trust God in all things. Ask him for wisdom and forgiveness. Ask him to help you be the kind of person that is pleasing to him. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Trust him!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Trust him!&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Trust him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3538986347919545915?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3538986347919545915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3538986347919545915' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3538986347919545915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3538986347919545915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/06/christian-test.html' title='Christian Test...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SFHDSCnpgJI/AAAAAAAAAeY/IINwJwgSpnY/s72-c/reading-bible-blue.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2625487688709582698</id><published>2008-06-03T21:41:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T22:12:21.979-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Excuses...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SEX4nEH_AYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qxkvtYO0zhU/s1600-h/898528552_fd8bfaf397.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SEX4nEH_AYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qxkvtYO0zhU/s320/898528552_fd8bfaf397.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207841894129664386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SEX4n76zi-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BL4PNYdqdEc/s1600-h/3+lazy+polar+bears.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SEX4n76zi-I/AAAAAAAAAeQ/BL4PNYdqdEc/s320/3+lazy+polar+bears.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5207841909106772962" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I'm tired, I don't feel good, I'll do it later... Excuses get us into trouble. I learned a lesson a while back and often I need to take action on that lesson. The lesson: when we let go of ourself and concentrate on others we tend to be happier and less stressed. How can this be? If I'm tired how can doing more revive me? It's an act of unselfishness and it does make you feel better. Try it, it does work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"He that is good for making excuses is seldom good for anything else."Benjamin Franklin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2625487688709582698?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2625487688709582698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2625487688709582698' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2625487688709582698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2625487688709582698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/06/excuses.html' title='Excuses...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SEX4nEH_AYI/AAAAAAAAAeI/qxkvtYO0zhU/s72-c/898528552_fd8bfaf397.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-1290360467657622660</id><published>2008-05-27T21:26:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-17T17:21:18.974-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God can when man can't...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8LZ3oF4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/20NQWVp6zVc/s1600-h/433575785.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8LZ3oF4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/20NQWVp6zVc/s320/433575785.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205242173442234242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8L9mbNtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qS-u8ssEtSc/s1600-h/intelligence.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8L9mbNtI/AAAAAAAAAdk/qS-u8ssEtSc/s320/intelligence.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205242183033763538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8MNE7pPI/AAAAAAAAAds/k_FbUhisAec/s1600-h/2442685804_c76775cf30.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8MNE7pPI/AAAAAAAAAds/k_FbUhisAec/s320/2442685804_c76775cf30.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205242187188249842" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Mankind is getting smarter every day. Advances in science are taking the superior human race further and further into amazing leaps in dealing with health and social issues. Even with all of those advances we still fall so short of the ability of our creator God. For example, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) is only 25% as effective as the heart beating on it's own. Mankind is getting smarter every day and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;there is nothing wrong with science but reliance on it to the point of trying to explain away God is risky and proves that intelligence has it's faults. God blesses us with knowledge but with increased knowledge comes increased responsibility.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;..."For unto whomsoever much is given, of him shall be much required: and to whom men have committed much, of him they will ask the more." Luke 12:48&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;If God blesses you with knowledge and certain abilities you have a responsibility to use it wisely and to use it for the glory of the creator.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-1290360467657622660?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/1290360467657622660/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=1290360467657622660' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1290360467657622660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/1290360467657622660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-can-when-man-cant.html' title='God can when man can&apos;t...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDy8LZ3oF4I/AAAAAAAAAdc/20NQWVp6zVc/s72-c/433575785.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6925166260286396381</id><published>2008-05-26T20:05:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T07:57:09.199-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Laminin</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was so touched when I watched this video I just had to share it with you. The video is worth watching, please take the time to view it. May God bless and encourage you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;(NOTE: Please mute music prior to playing video)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040794689245422555 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e4zgJXPpI4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-040794689245422555 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e4zgJXPpI4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e4zgJXPpI4&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/_e4zgJXPpI4&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6925166260286396381?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6925166260286396381/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6925166260286396381' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6925166260286396381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6925166260286396381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/05/laminin.html' title='Laminin'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-8798717439625622559</id><published>2008-05-22T21:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T22:25:30.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Maria Sue Chapman (2003-2008)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYrCUtUkYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/P24v8FTvgP0/s1600-h/maria-chapman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYrCUtUkYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/P24v8FTvgP0/s320/maria-chapman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203393738391720322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp0GoYLNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/oe8yWLcrzmg/s1600-h/news_1211458881_Steven_Curtis_Chapman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp0GoYLNI/AAAAAAAAAc0/oe8yWLcrzmg/s320/news_1211458881_Steven_Curtis_Chapman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203392394583092434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp1KcNhmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tE9O0Wy2t7c/s1600-h/258583793_FFBJA-M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp1KcNhmI/AAAAAAAAAc8/tE9O0Wy2t7c/s320/258583793_FFBJA-M.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203392412785673826" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp1LoAOxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wzUhyxKjtD8/s1600-h/400px-Steven_Curtis_Chapman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp1LoAOxI/AAAAAAAAAdE/wzUhyxKjtD8/s320/400px-Steven_Curtis_Chapman.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203392413103569682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp1cx1onI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aQfMoxAQIgs/s1600-h/guardian_angel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYp1cx1onI/AAAAAAAAAdM/aQfMoxAQIgs/s320/guardian_angel.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203392417708221042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;"Maria Sue Chapman, adopted and youngest daughter to Mary Beth and Steven Curtis Chapman, was killed Wednesday night in a tragic accident in the family driveway on Wednesday evening (May 21, 2008). She was Lifeflighted to Vanderbilt Children's Hospital but for only reasons God can explain she went home to Him..." (KLOVE)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Pray for the Chapman family that God will give them peace and comfort during this very difficult time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Go to:  &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;http://chapmanchannel.typepad.com/inmemoryofmaria/&lt;br /&gt;2008/05/maria-sue-chapm.html &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; www.klove.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;to leave a word of encouragement for the family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-8798717439625622559?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/8798717439625622559/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=8798717439625622559' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8798717439625622559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/8798717439625622559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/05/maria-sue-chapman-2003-2008.html' title='Maria Sue Chapman (2003-2008)'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SDYrCUtUkYI/AAAAAAAAAdU/P24v8FTvgP0/s72-c/maria-chapman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5696909590512123223</id><published>2008-05-15T20:21:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T22:07:27.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What if you knew?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTZ8ax2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VBiAXm0ObQI/s1600-h/555188853_da08e4f840.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTZ8ax2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VBiAXm0ObQI/s320/555188853_da08e4f840.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200783791250655074" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTZ8ax3I/AAAAAAAAAck/4hc8PbyTNeM/s1600-h/image.out.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTZ8ax3I/AAAAAAAAAck/4hc8PbyTNeM/s320/image.out.jpeg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200783791250655090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTp8ax4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/0TCldt5NtmI/s1600-h/second_coming_anderson_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTp8ax4I/AAAAAAAAAcs/0TCldt5NtmI/s320/second_coming_anderson_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200783795545622402" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What if you knew your best friend stole something from you? Would you talk to them, forgive them and let it go? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;God would and he's forgiven you for things you've done.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What if you knew your employer was trying to get rid of you, not because you did anything wrong but because you stood up for what was right and they felt it made them look bad?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Would you talk to them, forgive them and let it go?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Jesus was treated worse than we will ever be treated and he forgave his offenders.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What if you knew God loved you enough to give up the most important thing to him?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;He does and he did!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What if you knew Jesus would return in one week? Would that change how you live? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm sure it would, in fact you would tell everyone you came in contact with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why do you feel you have so much time?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You may not, Christ could come tonight.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You could die tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You need to act like today could be your last. There are no guarantees&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Wh&lt;/span&gt;at if you knew?&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;You don't...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5696909590512123223?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5696909590512123223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5696909590512123223' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5696909590512123223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5696909590512123223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/05/what-if-you-knew.html' title='What if you knew?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCzlTZ8ax2I/AAAAAAAAAcc/VBiAXm0ObQI/s72-c/555188853_da08e4f840.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-5891725688991128253</id><published>2008-05-11T14:42:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-11T20:44:31.050-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus asks: Do you love me?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdIbZ8ax1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yCVjZADkDfE/s1600-h/2350212157_81a88a9e24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdIbZ8ax1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yCVjZADkDfE/s320/2350212157_81a88a9e24.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199203930480494418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdF558axyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uRfEMuRrXCc/s1600-h/passion-story-01%28388x259%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdF558axyI/AAAAAAAAAb8/uRfEMuRrXCc/s320/passion-story-01%28388x259%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199201155931621154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdF6J8axzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9l5fXUBiaOM/s1600-h/passion-story-02%28388x207%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdF6J8axzI/AAAAAAAAAcE/9l5fXUBiaOM/s320/passion-story-02%28388x207%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199201160226588466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;In the book of John, Jesus asked Peter "do you love me?" three times. Peter was hurt that Jesus kept asking him the same question. We know that Peter denied Christ three times, so did he really love him? Yes he did but he allowed fear to take control so he failed Christ when things got rough. Are you willing to stand for Christ no matter what? What would cause you to turn your back on the Lord? Would fear or sin in your life? Jesus asks, "do you love me?" Yes Lord, but I'm very busy today. Jesus asks, "do you love me?" Yes Lord, but I'm a weak Christian. Jesus asks, "do you love me?" Yes Lord, but... It's time to get serious about the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-26903" class="sup"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;When they had finished eating, Jesus said to Simon Peter, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me more than these?" "Yes, Lord," he said, "you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Feed my lambs." Again Jesus said, "Simon son of John, do you truly love me?" He answered, "Yes, Lord, you know that I love you." Jesus said, "Take care of my sheep." The third time he said to him, "Simon son of John, do you love me?" Peter was hurt because Jesus asked him the third time, "Do you love me?" He said, "Lord, you know all things; you know that I love you."  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt; Jesus said, "Feed my sheep." John 21:15-18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-5891725688991128253?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/5891725688991128253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=5891725688991128253' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5891725688991128253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/5891725688991128253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/05/do-you-love-me-jesus.html' title='Jesus asks: Do you love me?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SCdIbZ8ax1I/AAAAAAAAAcU/yCVjZADkDfE/s72-c/2350212157_81a88a9e24.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-3091124795130259215</id><published>2008-04-27T20:06:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T08:49:29.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Valley...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUmzz4E4ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2hQ1F6nTW0Q/s1600-h/valleys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUmzz4E4ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2hQ1F6nTW0Q/s320/valleys.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194100416782328210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUm0D4E4aI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iRU1sEVRvq0/s1600-h/1371959261_db0dd460c2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUm0D4E4aI/AAAAAAAAAbk/iRU1sEVRvq0/s320/1371959261_db0dd460c2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194100421077295522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUm0T4E4bI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_F8nFfhvj5k/s1600-h/534793808_f18689b3ec.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUm0T4E4bI/AAAAAAAAAbs/_F8nFfhvj5k/s320/534793808_f18689b3ec.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194100425372262834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;No matter how good your life may be, you will go through valleys or places where you feel you have hit rock bottom. When times are good we may forget we need God, but during trials and the tough times we cry out to the Lord for help. We need to realize that, it is because of God that times are good. It is because of his blessings that we enjoy good health, a good job and a great family life. So does God allow us to go through valleys to remind us of our need for him? Let me answer the question this way; God cares for you and desires you to walk in fellowship with him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;If you don't talk with your spouse, your marriage will fail. If you don't communicate with your employees your business will fail. If you don't pray and seek God then your relationship with him will suffer. A lot of the time we get sick because we don't take care of our bodies. We may get hurt because we did not use the proper safety precautions. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I do not believe God is to blame when we suffer, whether mentally or physically.  It may be our fault or simply the result of the world we  live in. Regardless of the origin of you being in a low place in your life, reach out to the Lord for help. Take the valley as an opportunity to renew your relationship with God. God does not want you to live in the valley; he desires to help you, to heal you and if needed... forgive you. Satan comes to destroy, God comes to rebuild. Satan wants you to suffer and stay in the valley; God wants you to be on the mountaintop. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I pray that anyone in a low place in their life will reach out to you Lord. It may not be their fault that they are hurting and because of this hurt they have lost faith in you. Maybe because of a bad decision they have found themselves in a valley. Regardless, Lord you are God and can do all things. Touch them Lord; remove their fear and take them back into your loving arms.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);" id="en-ESV-14240" class="sup"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Even though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death,  I will fear no evil,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;for you are with me;  your rod and your staff,  they comfort me." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Ps&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;alm 23:4&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-3091124795130259215?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/3091124795130259215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=3091124795130259215' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3091124795130259215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/3091124795130259215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/04/valley.html' title='The Valley...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SBUmzz4E4ZI/AAAAAAAAAbc/2hQ1F6nTW0Q/s72-c/valleys.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6995434656035074790</id><published>2008-04-17T18:32:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T19:11:26.338-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring flowers...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfY_x3XVXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Wb1V6skim78/s1600-h/BOYNO+XIONIA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfY_x3XVXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Wb1V6skim78/s320/BOYNO+XIONIA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190355685796697458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfZAh3XVYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0_V2bWWfODo/s1600-h/DSC06225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfZAh3XVYI/AAAAAAAAAbM/0_V2bWWfODo/s320/DSC06225.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190355698681599362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfZAx3XVZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yF0YIkGxm2I/s1600-h/RedBudTree.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfZAx3XVZI/AAAAAAAAAbU/yF0YIkGxm2I/s320/RedBudTree.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5190355702976566674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;It's spring and the trees are budding and flowers are in bloom. This is a far cry from the winter scene when trees were dormant and flowers were replaced by brown twigs and dead grass. Our lives go through seasons; sometimes we experience a season like winter where everything we touch seems to go dormant. The good thing about winter is spring is coming. When we go through winters in our life we can have hope because spring in near. Spring can be a time when we recharge our lives spiritually. If you've gone dormant and feel like your life is lacking something call out to the Lord for help. As God has created the flowers and blooming trees he can create in you a refreshed mind. Give your "winter" burdens to the Lord and allow him to take care of them. Spring is here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6995434656035074790?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6995434656035074790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6995434656035074790' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6995434656035074790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6995434656035074790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/04/spring-flowers.html' title='Spring flowers...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAfY_x3XVXI/AAAAAAAAAbE/Wb1V6skim78/s72-c/BOYNO+XIONIA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-2460810215835240958</id><published>2008-04-12T18:45:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T19:36:10.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEyx3XVUI/AAAAAAAAAas/DCMYg4F3La8/s1600-h/kamikaze.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEyx3XVUI/AAAAAAAAAas/DCMYg4F3La8/s320/kamikaze.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188503884877223234" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEzB3XVVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/n-2DOCLgB3M/s1600-h/jonas5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEzB3XVVI/AAAAAAAAAa0/n-2DOCLgB3M/s320/jonas5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188503889172190546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEzB3XVWI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3kolVq_7o40/s1600-h/question-mark.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEzB3XVWI/AAAAAAAAAa8/3kolVq_7o40/s320/question-mark.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5188503889172190562" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Why do they use sterilized needles for lethal injections? How do all of those dead bugs end up in enclosed light fixtures? Good questions, right? Silly questions? Sure these are but what about questions like... Should I buy that new house? Should I take that new job? God what should I do? Through out our lives each of us ask many questions. A child learns by asking questions. We learn by asking questions. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What about asking God questions? It's OK to ask God anything. How does God answer our questions? Well several ways, he speaks to our heart and gives us peace. He gives us wisdom to make proper decisions. He speaks through others. He speaks in his Word (the Bible).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;"If any of you lacks wisdom, he should ask God, who gives generously to all without finding fault, and it will be given to him."&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt; James 1:5 &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does God care if we ask him what some may see as a silly question? I believe He thinks it's silly if we don't ask.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-2460810215835240958?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/2460810215835240958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=2460810215835240958' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2460810215835240958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/2460810215835240958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-kamikaze-pilots-wear-helmets.html' title='Why do Kamikaze pilots wear helmets?'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SAFEyx3XVUI/AAAAAAAAAas/DCMYg4F3La8/s72-c/kamikaze.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-7688290079746141415</id><published>2008-04-07T19:36:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T21:21:53.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If you were a flag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1i1AH3xI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2c4hmUTg66E/s1600-h/617950795_723084cb79.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1i1AH3xI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2c4hmUTg66E/s320/617950795_723084cb79.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186657530818322194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1jFAH3yI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zdTx6gjaH2w/s1600-h/tornflagRND.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1jFAH3yI/AAAAAAAAAaY/zdTx6gjaH2w/s320/tornflagRND.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186657535113289506" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1jFAH3zI/AAAAAAAAAag/4A-5g7bsJ_k/s1600-h/serb-flag.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1jFAH3zI/AAAAAAAAAag/4A-5g7bsJ_k/s320/serb-flag.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186657535113289522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Flags symbolize so much. They tell a story of a country's success and their battles for freedom. Some flags are worn. They have battle tears and holes. Some flags are replaced daily like at the US Capital. Some flags are discolored or worn because of neglect. I'm sure you've seen flags on buildings or homes that are torn, ripped or faded.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;What if you were a flag? What would you look like? Would the material that you were made of be battle tested? Would you still be proud of what you stood for in spite of your condition?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Some people look new on the outside but torn and beaten down on the inside. Others show what they've been through and it's obvious they have been abused or neglected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;When you give your heart to the Lord you become a new creation in Christ. The torn flag is mended and repaired. God cares about your condition both physically and spiritually. Ask him to help you. Trust that he will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Corinthians 5:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-7688290079746141415?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/7688290079746141415/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=7688290079746141415' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7688290079746141415'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/7688290079746141415'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/04/if-you-were-flag.html' title='If you were a flag...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_q1i1AH3xI/AAAAAAAAAaQ/2c4hmUTg66E/s72-c/617950795_723084cb79.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6643173910686135281</id><published>2008-04-03T21:14:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-05T22:43:05.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Behold, I am coming quickly"  -Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" flashvars="viewkey=7e18e50b58eb7e0c6ccb" wmode="transparent" quality="high" name="godtube" allowscriptaccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" align="middle" height="270" width="330"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=b804390e8da280b4cf06" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6643173910686135281?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6643173910686135281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6643173910686135281' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6643173910686135281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6643173910686135281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/04/please-dont-wait.html' title='&quot;Behold, I am coming quickly&quot;  -Jesus'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-9083285847631162628</id><published>2008-03-30T18:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-30T20:44:41.495-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Span of Control...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Azx1AH3vI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HkSzFq_uPLM/s1600-h/TOPIX_IRAQ_US_MILITARY_WAR_143200349%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Azx1AH3vI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HkSzFq_uPLM/s320/TOPIX_IRAQ_US_MILITARY_WAR_143200349%5B1%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183700102237642482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_AzyFAH3wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AE36wcADi5I/s1600-h/bourbon_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_AzyFAH3wI/AAAAAAAAAaI/AE36wcADi5I/s320/bourbon_l.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183700106532609794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Ai01AH3sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mrQqEgyX7Kw/s1600-h/ICS_SPAN.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Ai01AH3sI/AAAAAAAAAZo/mrQqEgyX7Kw/s320/ICS_SPAN.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183681462079577794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Ai1FAH3tI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Wxl_9Gm2QEw/s1600-h/503233597_41a53e0dd5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Ai1FAH3tI/AAAAAAAAAZw/Wxl_9Gm2QEw/s320/503233597_41a53e0dd5.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5183681466374545106" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The military and public service agencies use a practice called the span of control. The span of control of a agency is how many personnel can be effectively managed by one supervisor. The fire service lists the span of control between 3 and 7 firefighters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;OK, let's put this thought into spiritual leadership. If a supervisor can only effectively manage 3 to 7 people then  how can a pastor manage or lead a congregation of 300 people without help? He really can not, this is the bottom line. A pastor can teach his congregation and help them with life's problems. He can follow the leading of the Holy Spirit and help people find their way to salvation through Christ. He can share what's on his heart but can he effectively lead 300 people by himself? I say no. The church has a purpose to reach those who  are without Christ and they have a responsibility to offer a place where Christians can fellowship with others. The church needs to disciple it's members so they will go out into the world and witness for the Lord. If the pastor teaches 3 to 7 members of the church how to lead others to the Lord and then those 3 to 7 witness to 3 to 7 more and so on... then guess what? We are now winning the lost. I think going to church is important but it's not the most important thing we do. Going 3 days a week to church does nothing for the Kingdom of God if you are not willing to take what you've learned in church and put it into action. My question to you is what are you doing when you leave the church doors? Are you talking to your friends, family and co-workers about the Lord? Are you studying the Bible so you know what to say when you witness to others?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;The Lord has been dealing with me to do more. This blog is one thing I can do. The internet can be used to reach others for God. My strong desire is to encourage and help people who are struggling with the &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"Storms of Life"&lt;/span&gt;. We know the internet is used for evil purposes and it can destroy lives, so why not use it for God. Another thing I can do is live a life that is pleasing to God (I'm getting better at this but I have a long way to go) and walk through doors that God opens and witness for Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I believe we all have a purpose in this life. I know that I must do everything I can to help others find the Lord. When we stand before our maker one day I do not want you to look me in the eyes and say... why didn't you tell me???&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-9083285847631162628?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/9083285847631162628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=9083285847631162628' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/9083285847631162628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/9083285847631162628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/03/span-of-control.html' title='Span of Control...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R_Azx1AH3vI/AAAAAAAAAaA/HkSzFq_uPLM/s72-c/TOPIX_IRAQ_US_MILITARY_WAR_143200349%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-4457461551139398417</id><published>2008-03-26T19:28:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T22:05:42.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reflections...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAFAH3mI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dpNP8q-3YlY/s1600-h/avagrannysmile.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAFAH3mI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dpNP8q-3YlY/s320/avagrannysmile.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182208309771886178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAVAH3nI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1Hdl3kSXb1I/s1600-h/grannyella.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAVAH3nI/AAAAAAAAAZA/1Hdl3kSXb1I/s320/grannyella.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182208314066853490" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAlAH3oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MKWMt9vCLaY/s1600-h/100_1019.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAlAH3oI/AAAAAAAAAZI/MKWMt9vCLaY/s320/100_1019.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182208318361820802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAlAH3pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FQMPfpCJRlg/s1600-h/Baby%2BShower,Florida%2B061.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAlAH3pI/AAAAAAAAAZQ/FQMPfpCJRlg/s320/Baby%2BShower,Florida%2B061.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182208318361820818" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-roGlAH3rI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ziGnAWDYy2Q/s1600-h/IMG_1853.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-roGlAH3rI/AAAAAAAAAZg/ziGnAWDYy2Q/s320/IMG_1853.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182209520952663730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnA1AH3qI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yPZIAmOUfjE/s1600-h/avamommydaddyeaster.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnA1AH3qI/AAAAAAAAAZY/yPZIAmOUfjE/s320/avamommydaddyeaster.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182208322656788130" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I met my wife in 1976. During the 1970's and 1980's I traveled singing and playing the guitar. One night in June 1976 I was visiting my wife's church. While singing during this Sunday night service,  she caught my eye.  I was smitten by her beauty but was able to finish my songs and give my testimony.   After the service we talked briefly before I had to load my equipment into my bus. I returned to her church on Wednesday evening to try to talk to her more. We started dating and in December 1976 we got married at her church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;We have been married now for 31 years. I love her now more than ever. We have had some tough times like many couples but our love has survived all this world has thrown at us. As I get older I realize just how blessed I am to be her husband. We now have 2 great  children, a wonderful son-in-law and daughter-in-law and 2 granddaughters that I love dearly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My son is in the military and is going to school. He owns his own business and is a good provider for his family. I am so proud of him. His wife is a teacher and is one of the sweetest persons I have ever known. I love her very much.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;My daughter is a registered nurse and loves children. She has a very sensitive spirit and it shows in all she does. She loves animals and would take care of all the strays in the world if she could. I am very proud of her. Her husband is a great loving guy. He is a good provider for his family and I'm very happy my daughter married him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I love my sweet granddaughters and look forward to watching them grow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I am blessed. I love my family.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-4457461551139398417?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/4457461551139398417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=4457461551139398417' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4457461551139398417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/4457461551139398417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/03/reflections.html' title='Reflections...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-rnAFAH3mI/AAAAAAAAAY4/dpNP8q-3YlY/s72-c/avagrannysmile.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-241525584144947493</id><published>2008-03-22T21:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T18:55:20.525-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Twas the night before Easter...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5TlAH3jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oW1Ny1weEqM/s1600-h/Passion+of+The+Christ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5TlAH3jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oW1Ny1weEqM/s320/Passion+of+The+Christ.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180750692360904242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5UVAH3kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cW_8ElM5Ch0/s1600-h/0871_jesus_resurrection_christian_clipart.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5UVAH3kI/AAAAAAAAAYo/cW_8ElM5Ch0/s320/0871_jesus_resurrection_christian_clipart.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180750705245806146" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5UlAH3lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nIQwy3YTkv4/s1600-h/kingofkings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5UlAH3lI/AAAAAAAAAYw/nIQwy3YTkv4/s320/kingofkings.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5180750709540773458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;First picture the night before Jesus was to be crucified. Christ knew what he had to do. He knew he had to die so we could have a way to be forgiven. Jesus was God but in the form of man. He felt pain like we do but the pain he endured was more than most of us will ever know. Imagine how you would feel if you knew that tomorrow you would die a horrific death. I'm sure Christ had all of these feelings (again he was a man and felt the anguish of his calling). Imagine how you would feel knowing that you loved the people you were dying for but they hated you.&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture this, our Lord Jesus laying dead in a tomb. The next day he would rise from the dead and all of Heaven would rejoice. Jesus did not stay in the tomb. He rose, he conquered death and he is alive today. One day we will see him face to face, the King of Kings, our Lord and savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now picture that...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-241525584144947493?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/241525584144947493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=241525584144947493' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/241525584144947493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/241525584144947493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/03/twas-night-before-easter.html' title='Twas the night before Easter...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-W5TlAH3jI/AAAAAAAAAYg/oW1Ny1weEqM/s72-c/Passion+of+The+Christ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2810020611907640485.post-6581457398671022910</id><published>2008-03-20T19:44:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T20:31:41.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I was there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBu1AH3gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnlfjSjtGOI/s1600-h/cape_florida.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBu1AH3gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnlfjSjtGOI/s320/cape_florida.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179985900419407362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBvFAH3hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LBkmQ1BVifY/s1600-h/258057803MtitJn_fs.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBvFAH3hI/AAAAAAAAAYQ/LBkmQ1BVifY/s320/258057803MtitJn_fs.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179985904714374674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBvFAH3iI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y4dQ9TPQpwI/s1600-h/photo_lg_kentucky.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBvFAH3iI/AAAAAAAAAYY/Y4dQ9TPQpwI/s320/photo_lg_kentucky.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179985904714374690" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;I was born in Lexington, Kentucky but when I was about a month old my family moved to Florida. My mother died when I was five and when I was nine my dad re-married and moved us back to Kentucky. I got married in 1976 and in 1977 we moved to Florida. After 13 years in the sunshine state with two children we moved back to Kentucky. Now we have been in Kentucky for almost 20 years and guess what? I miss Florida. :)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;So why am I so hard to please? (Good question)  Why can't people just be happy with what they have and where they live? It's kind of funny really, when I lived in Florida I missed Kentucky and now that I'm in Kentucky I miss Florida. I enjoy the different seasons in Kentucky but miss the beach in Florida. The truth is we seem to never appreciate what we have until it's gone. &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 102);"&gt;Enjoy what you have. Look for the good in what God has blessed you with. Trust the Lord to know what's best for you. Life is too short for regrets and desiring things you do not have. God can use you where you are. He loves you, he wants you to be happy. Love life, love family and love yourself.  We don't know what tomorrow holds so do your very best to enjoy today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2810020611907640485-6581457398671022910?l=jack-donovan.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/feeds/6581457398671022910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2810020611907640485&amp;postID=6581457398671022910' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6581457398671022910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2810020611907640485/posts/default/6581457398671022910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://jack-donovan.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wish-i-was-there.html' title='I wish I was there...'/><author><name>Donovan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09876814633762651330</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/SD4HT5oNDRI/AAAAAAAAAeA/wKnQnnCx3bM/S220/momanddad.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_jMzj0V11tQo/R-MBu1AH3gI/AAAAAAAAAYI/OnlfjSjtGOI/s72-c/cape_florida.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
