<?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-7066814250363340367</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:02:19.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Amazing Friends</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>11</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-7158755260492272905</id><published>2010-11-29T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-29T07:49:08.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Grandmother</title><content type='html'>I had a phone call a few weeks ago from a sweet lady that I know from church.  She was checking on my grandmother!  She (my g-mother) has been in not so good health for awhile and this lady was &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;genuinely&lt;/span&gt; concerned about her, her physical health as well as her spiritual health.  I think more than anyone it has been my grandmother who has been a spiritual role model for me and to know that someone else was taking note of her was deeply touching to me.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my friend wanted to know what I thought she could do for my grandmother.  I was just stunned.  I asked her to just keep praying and visiting.  She said she would and I thanked her &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected"&gt;immensely&lt;/span&gt; for her call.  When I hung up the phone I was just so overcome that I just bawled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I try not to think of my grandparents aging and their health declining, but Sue really helped me by acknowledging that they do indeed have people who care about them and pray for them.  People other than my dad, aunt and uncle.  God is so good no matter what.  He has blessed me with 3 grandparents for my 38 years and counting.  Christian, praying grandparents at that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Sue for causing me to stop, think, and be thankful to God!!  And thank you for caring!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-7158755260492272905?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/7158755260492272905/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=7158755260492272905' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/7158755260492272905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/7158755260492272905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2010/11/grandmother.html' title='Grandmother'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-7080892184044813665</id><published>2010-09-20T21:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T21:25:53.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>happy hour</title><content type='html'>i worked kdp today for s.  at 2:30 i got a phone call and the voice asked if i was about to leave and unfortunately i planned on being there for quite some time.&lt;br /&gt;"meet me at the back door" &lt;br /&gt;so i go out the back to see a sweet smiling face with a big sweet tea.....just for me!!&lt;br /&gt;sonic happy hour sweet tea.  she knows me well!!&lt;br /&gt;thank you bekah for being my friend, for showing great empathy, and for the ohhhh soooo good sweet tea!!  you made my last hour VERY happy!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-7080892184044813665?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/7080892184044813665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=7080892184044813665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/7080892184044813665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/7080892184044813665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2010/09/happy-hour.html' title='happy hour'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-6541930883597508606</id><published>2010-04-08T19:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:47:37.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The comma.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href=http://stuffchristianslike.net/2010/03/2615/&gt;The comma.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Posted using &lt;a href="http://sharethis.com"&gt;ShareThis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-6541930883597508606?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/6541930883597508606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=6541930883597508606' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/6541930883597508606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/6541930883597508606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2010/04/comma.html' title='The comma.'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-4372970611582224028</id><published>2010-04-08T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-08T19:46:06.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i've been sifted before and don't doubt i will be again</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;...this is me...satan asked to sift &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#cc6600;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ME&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and this is what makes Jesus my forever Father and friend.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;"Greater love has no one than this, that He lay down His life for His friends." John15:13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;the following (with a few changes from me) comes from the KLRC blog April 5, 2010 (which comes from another blog) at this link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://klrc.com/shows/article.asp?id=1623589"&gt;http://klrc.com/shows/article.asp?id=1623589&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found it in Luke 22. In that chapter, Jesus is being led away. He is headed to the cross. A million prophecies are coming true and chaos is breaking out a little amongst disciples that up to this point have sworn to serve until death. In the midst of that, He pulls Simon aside because He &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;KNOWS&lt;/span&gt; that Simon will soon betray Him.&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He says to Simon in Luke 22:31-32:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“Simon, Simon, Satan has &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#666666;"&gt;asked&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;sift&lt;/span&gt; you as &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;wheat&lt;/span&gt;. But I have prayed for &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;YoU&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, Simon, that &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#3333ff;"&gt;YOUR FAITH MAY NOT FAIL&lt;/span&gt;.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And then, He drops the 9 words that I can’t write about enough. The 9 words that I often turn to when I’ve failed and messed up again and feel hopelessly undeserving of hope.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Jesus tells Simon:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“And &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHeN&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;you have &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;TuRNeD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; back, strengthen your brothers.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Do you see what Jesus is saying in that first half of the sentence, And when you have turned back? He’s saying:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;You&lt;/span&gt; are going to fail.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You &lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;are &lt;/span&gt;going to fall.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;going&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;to lose it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are going to &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;make commitments and break them&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are not going to &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;always&lt;/span&gt; be the man (woman) your family needs.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You are going to &lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#990000;"&gt;SIN&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But, but, but, you &lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;WILL&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; turn back.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;You will come back. You will know redemption. You will know return. You will know a God that not only allows the “comeback” but actually celebrates it.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;When I read the phrase “And when you have turned back,” I read a loud, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WILD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; picture of what grace really looks like.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;And then, if you go too fast, you’ll miss the comma. You’ll miss the gap that sits quietly between the next thought. You’ll miss it because like me, you might misread the second half of that sentence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Here’s what it says:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“And when you have turned back, strengthen your brothers.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But here’s how we write it sometimes:&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“And when you have turned back, &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;repent for a long time&lt;/span&gt; and stay a long way from me until you are clean enough to return to my presence.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“And when you have turned back, please stay far away from any ministry opportunities. You are &lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;too broken&lt;/span&gt; to help other people. How can you &lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;minister&lt;/span&gt; to others when your own life is so &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;messed up&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;“And when you have turned back, here are the 57 things you need to do in order to earn back my good favor.”&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;But Christ doesn’t do that! &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;He drops a comma like a grenade&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He gives us the &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;GIFT&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;of the comma and then tells us to strengthen our brothers. Not beat ourselves with emotional whips. Or lay in a hole of shame. Or stay to the shadows of church afraid to be seen.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;He wants &lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. In His arms. By His side. Surrendered and free in His presence.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Not because you deserve it or have earned it or are perfect.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;Because of Easter.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;"&gt;That’s it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="mso-fareast-language: EN-US; mso-bidi-language: AR-SA; mso-fareast-: EN-USfont-family:'Times New Roman';" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;We all get the comma of grace.&lt;/span&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/7066814250363340367-4372970611582224028?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/4372970611582224028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=4372970611582224028' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/4372970611582224028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/4372970611582224028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2010/04/ive-been-sifted-before-and-dont-doubt-i.html' title='i&apos;ve been sifted before and don&apos;t doubt i will be again'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-8775521618251564157</id><published>2009-09-11T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-11T11:29:45.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;I read this on another blog today.....someday I will get to be friends with Beth Moore and her family.  God never fails to teach me something through her!  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;this poem is amazing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Disturb us, Lord, when&lt;br /&gt;We are too well pleased with ourselves,&lt;br /&gt;When our dreams have come true&lt;br /&gt;Because we have dreamed too little,&lt;br /&gt;When we arrived safely&lt;br /&gt;Because we sailed too close to the shore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Disturb us, Lord, when&lt;br /&gt;With the abundance of things we possess&lt;br /&gt;We have lost our thirst&lt;br /&gt;For the waters of life;&lt;br /&gt;Having fallen in love with life,&lt;br /&gt;We have ceased to dream of eternity&lt;br /&gt;And in our efforts to build a new earth,&lt;br /&gt;We have allowed our vision&lt;br /&gt;Of the new Heaven to dim.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Disturb us, Lord, to dare more boldly,&lt;br /&gt;To venture on wider seas&lt;br /&gt;Where storms will show your mastery;&lt;br /&gt;Where losing sight of land,&lt;br /&gt;We shall find the stars.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;We ask You to push back&lt;br /&gt;The horizons of our hopes;&lt;br /&gt;And to push into the future&lt;br /&gt;In strength, courage, hope, and love.&lt;br /&gt;[Sir Francis Drake]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-8775521618251564157?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/8775521618251564157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=8775521618251564157' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/8775521618251564157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/8775521618251564157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2009/09/i-read-this-on-another-blog-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-5191371972754750307</id><published>2009-08-18T10:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:57:46.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A GIFT</title><content type='html'>Here's a story from a time long long ago.....around &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;hmmm&lt;/span&gt;, last year.&lt;br /&gt;There is this lady at church, probably old enough to be a grandma, but not sure if she is one. I made a fool of myself, but she just overwhelmed me with a blessing that I couldn't help myself! One Wednesday night I was walking by the nursery door at church where she was serving, bless her heart, and she hollered at me to come over. So when I did, she reached out and handed me this &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doily&lt;/span&gt; thing. I opened it up and it was a crocheted &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;doily&lt;/span&gt; her mother had made and it had our last name designed into it. Now, not knowing she had asked her mother to make SEVERAL for different ladies in our church, I was amazed that she would have done this for me. It was/is beautiful! I started bawling like a baby, but what she didn't understand was that Keith's mom had a &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;doily&lt;/span&gt; just like it framed and hanging above the piano in their home. After both of his parents passed away, Keith's sister-in-law got the framed &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;LIPFORD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;doily&lt;/span&gt;. I was okay with that b/c his brother is older and it was not too big of a deal, but I was still a little sad. Anyway, when I saw my friend's gift it just brought back a flood of memories and emotions and boy did the gates of my eyeballs open!!&lt;br /&gt;I cannot tell you how much God blessed me through this. I hope my appreciation blessed Charlene right back. Isn't He funny to work in such little things. I hope to soon have a picture of this. I've not gotten the hang of putting that much work into this blog! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-5191371972754750307?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/5191371972754750307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=5191371972754750307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/5191371972754750307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/5191371972754750307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2009/08/heres-story-from-time-long-long-ago.html' title='A GIFT'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-7751874957045957548</id><published>2009-08-18T09:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T10:47:24.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>August 17th</title><content type='html'>Wow! I had a great birthday yesterday (even though I'm a year older!) Once again God has overflowed my cup with blessings! They may be small in the big picture of things but they were huge to me! I had a surprise phone call (while I was in Wal-Mart) from a sweet, sweet lady whose house I used to clean. I hadn't seen her in a few years except for once at the library and out of the blue she called me to tell me happy birthday! I was shocked and happy! We talked for over 30 minutes I think. Turned out that my wonderful friend Wendy (who is her neighbor) told her in passing conversation that Monday was my birthday, so she just thought she would call me and say hi. It blessed me to pieces!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#3366ff;"&gt;THEN&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;during prayer meeting last night Bekah shows up with a box of ice cream bars, the kind that are chocolate covered, for me! My favorite! She had called my sweet hubby to ask him what was my favorite! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;THEN,&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Wendy, who had tried to catch me at home all day, showed up with a MOST DELICIOUS HUGE coconut cake! I haven't had a homemade coconut cake in a long time. I've never even had one except what my grandmother used to make, but she is not able anymore, AND she made my family a twice baked potato casserole. I love both these girls so much I almost get beside myself about it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also had another good friend who remembered my birthday by just saying it and her young 8 year daughter came running to me hollering HAPPY BIRTHDAY MISS KAREN!&lt;br /&gt;Melissa, my dear friend for 30+ years also sent me a cute message on FB.&lt;br /&gt;At Allee's 2nd grade open house last night, another friend that I don't get to see much, had heard my name on KLRC's birthday show and she made a point to tell me H. B. too!&lt;br /&gt;My bestest friends of all, Keith, Garret, Caleb, Allee had me a cute surprise treasure hunt ready when I got home from prayer meeting at TEN O'CLOCK! They got me the Wii Fit game. I felt like a little kid, I was so excited!&lt;br /&gt;God has blessed me through and with these precious, precious gifts of friendship and family. He IS faithful!!! He went out of His way today to let me know He sees me, celebrates, and sings over me! He quiets me with His love! (Zeph 3:17)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-7751874957045957548?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/7751874957045957548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=7751874957045957548' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/7751874957045957548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/7751874957045957548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2009/08/wow-i-had-great-birthday-today-even.html' title='August 17th'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-4810593151954306408</id><published>2009-03-26T07:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T07:35:31.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>needs no commentary  (borrowed)</title><content type='html'>I've stolen this from my friend's blog..Leah Smith (who I dearly love and miss)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Wednesday, March 25, 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://evan-leah.blogspot.com/2009/03/needs-no-commentary.html"&gt;needs no commentary&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At one time, we too were &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;foolish, disobedient, deceived,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; and &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;enslaved&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; by all kinds of passions and pleasures. We lived in malice and envy, being hated and hating one another. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;But&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; when the &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;kindness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; of &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; our &lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Savior&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; appeared, He &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;saved&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; us, not because of righteous things we had done, but because of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; mercy. He saved us through the washing of rebirth and renewal by the Holy Spirit, whom He poured out on us &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;font-size:180%;"&gt;generously&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;through Jesus Christ our Savior, so that, having been justified by &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;HIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; grace, we might become &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#009900;"&gt;heirs&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;having the hope of eternal life.&lt;br /&gt;Titus 3:3-7&lt;br /&gt;As for you, you were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;in your transgressions and sins, in which you used to live when you followed the ways of this world and the ruler of the kingdom of the air, the spirit who is now at work in those who are disobedient. All of us also lived among them at one time, gratifying the cravings of our sinful nature and following its desires and thoughts. Like the rest, we were by nature objects of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WRATH&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;BUT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;because of his great love for us&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, &lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;GOD&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; who is &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rich&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;in &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;mercy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;, made us &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;ALIVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;even when we were &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;DEAD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; in our transgressions--it is by &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#ff9900;"&gt;GRACE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;you have been saved.&lt;br /&gt;Ephesians 2:1-5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-4810593151954306408?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/4810593151954306408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=4810593151954306408' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/4810593151954306408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/4810593151954306408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2009/03/needs-no-commentary-borrowed.html' title='needs no commentary  (borrowed)'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-3105986745967889266</id><published>2009-03-19T19:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T19:46:53.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>just a phone call</title><content type='html'>I had no idea I would have a new story to tell so soon, but God works 24/7 huh?!&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I was working in the yard when my 10 year old yells from the house "Mooommm, pphoonnee!!!"  So I yelled back, "bring me the phone!!" (I was on a roll and did not want to stop)   When I said 'hello' a familiar voice on the other end said "Hey! I haven't talked to you in a long time and I was just calling to see how you are!"  Now, this friend of mine has went through some tough stuff fairly recent and I immediately felt ashamed that &lt;em&gt;I&lt;/em&gt; had not been the one to call &lt;em&gt;HER&lt;/em&gt;.  I really haven't talked to or seen her in quite awhile.  But she was so sincere and just plain sweet about wanting to see how we all were.  It was good to hear from her and it made me realize it doesn't take a lot of time or a big production to just keep in touch.  We were only on the phone 15 minutes. &lt;br /&gt;Isn't that so much like God....sitting there, not seeing or hearing from us for days or weeks on end and then out of the blue -- He'll just touch us somehow and remind us HE is still there even if WE haven't taken the time.  He says 'hey, how are YOU?"  I love the way He is so gracious and merciful, to take the time to show me through the love of a friend, not a crisis or tragedy.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Lord!&lt;br /&gt;And thank you H.S.   It was good to talk to you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-3105986745967889266?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/3105986745967889266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=3105986745967889266' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/3105986745967889266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/3105986745967889266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2009/03/just-phone-call.html' title='just a phone call'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-5719862983866657546</id><published>2009-03-17T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T16:39:27.729-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am Blessed, I am not a writer</title><content type='html'>Last week I came down with something, flu, the Doc said no, but I was SICK...3 days at least before I started feeling on the uphill swing. I have a dear friend who called me (she just had a baby a few weeks ago) and said, "Do you like potato or vegetable soup better?" and I said, "NO WAY are YOU making ME supper!!" She is the very stubborn sort, so we got potato soup AND a most delicious dessert. My husband can cook, I could have even cooked (ordered pizza) but the soup was so good and just felt good on my lungs to eat hot soup. I swear it cut my recoup time in half. I saw Jesus care about my little, tiny, unimportant, measly cold....not only that, my children got to see Him too. Thank you B.D. for loving Him and letting Him love through you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I have so many experiences I can write about, but I'll just have to save them for subsequent posts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate editing/proofreading but I also hate mistakes, so this will probably be the death of me AND my blog! Have a blessed week!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-5719862983866657546?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/5719862983866657546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=5719862983866657546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/5719862983866657546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/5719862983866657546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2009/03/i-am-blessed-i-am-not-writer.html' title='I am Blessed, I am not a writer'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7066814250363340367.post-4408673630104023513</id><published>2008-07-24T22:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T22:15:01.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st try</title><content type='html'>thought i'd try this blog thing....not sure why&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7066814250363340367-4408673630104023513?l=knklipford5.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/feeds/4408673630104023513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7066814250363340367&amp;postID=4408673630104023513' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/4408673630104023513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7066814250363340367/posts/default/4408673630104023513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://knklipford5.blogspot.com/2008/07/1st-try.html' title='1st try'/><author><name>Karen L.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05256998150533823237</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
