<?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-31105070</id><updated>2011-10-13T13:58:55.589-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Poems, Prayers, &amp; Promises</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;A 
collection of Favorite Scriptures, Quotes, Poetry, and Prayers. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-4800763329887430898</id><published>2007-06-25T08:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:23:40.121-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Answers?</title><content type='html'>God, why do I storm heaven for answers that are already in my heart?  Every grace I need has already been given me.  Oh, lead me to the Beyond within.  ~Macrina Wieherkehr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-4800763329887430898?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/4800763329887430898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/4800763329887430898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2007/06/answers.html' title='Answers?'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-7002036654230515681</id><published>2007-06-25T08:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:08:16.822-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No I Will Not Be Silent...</title><content type='html'>No I will not be silent;&lt;br /&gt;For in my silence there is no change...&lt;br /&gt;~~Lorretta Woodbury&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-7002036654230515681?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/7002036654230515681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/7002036654230515681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-i-will-not-be-silent.html' title='No I Will Not Be Silent...'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-6386292567173365599</id><published>2007-06-25T08:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:06:40.369-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In Search...</title><content type='html'>In search of my mother's garden, I found my own. &lt;br /&gt;~Alice Walker&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-6386292567173365599?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/6386292567173365599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/6386292567173365599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2007/06/in-search.html' title='In Search...'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-2642502391400155581</id><published>2007-06-25T08:04:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:04:27.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost &amp; Found</title><content type='html'>If you don't get lost, there's a chance you may never be found. &lt;br /&gt;~Author Unknown&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-2642502391400155581?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/2642502391400155581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/2642502391400155581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2007/06/lost-found.html' title='Lost &amp; Found'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-6751136798849698739</id><published>2007-06-25T08:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-25T08:02:45.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Risk</title><content type='html'>There came a time when the risk to remain tight in the bud was more painful than the risk it took to blossom.  ~Anaïs Nin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-6751136798849698739?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/6751136798849698739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/6751136798849698739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2007/06/risk.html' title='Risk'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-3659854999994745957</id><published>2007-06-24T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-24T06:37:42.804-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUIu7UOgNdY/Rn5zh-Gjr6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HZSeYd2xSlw/s1600-h/Backroads-Taos.gif"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5079624457163878306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUIu7UOgNdY/Rn5zh-Gjr6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HZSeYd2xSlw/s200/Backroads-Taos.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;If I can stop one heart from breaking, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall not live in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;If I can ease one life the aching, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;or cool one pain, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;or help one fainting robin unto his nest again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:100%;"&gt;I shall not live in vain. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;~~Emily Dickinson&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/31105070-3659854999994745957?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/3659854999994745957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/3659854999994745957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2007/06/if-i-can-stop-one-heart-from-breaking.html' title='If I Can Stop One Heart From Breaking'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_aUIu7UOgNdY/Rn5zh-Gjr6I/AAAAAAAAAJg/HZSeYd2xSlw/s72-c/Backroads-Taos.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-116334009603360692</id><published>2006-11-12T05:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T06:01:36.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgiveness</title><content type='html'>If I cannot forgive myself&lt;br /&gt;For all the blunders&lt;br /&gt;That I have made&lt;br /&gt;Over the years,&lt;br /&gt;Then how can I proceed?&lt;br /&gt;How can I ever&lt;br /&gt;Dream perfection-dreams?&lt;br /&gt;Move, I must, forward.&lt;br /&gt;Fly, I must, upward.&lt;br /&gt;Dive, I must, inward,&lt;br /&gt;To be once more&lt;br /&gt;What I truly am&lt;br /&gt;And shall forever remain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Sri Chinmoy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-116334009603360692?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/116334009603360692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/116334009603360692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/11/forgiveness.html' title='Forgiveness'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115374358945958955</id><published>2006-07-24T05:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T05:20:20.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lift These Hands</title><content type='html'>I lift these hands, dear God, to You,&lt;br /&gt;in praise and thanks for all you do.&lt;br /&gt;You light the path through all my days&lt;br /&gt;and bless me with your loving ways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift these hands dear God, to You,&lt;br /&gt;in troubled hours when joys are few.&lt;br /&gt;You bear me up on eagles'wings and see&lt;br /&gt;me through each test life brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I lift these hands, dear God, to You,&lt;br /&gt;please grant me wisdom, patience, too.&lt;br /&gt;Then fill my heart with love and caring,&lt;br /&gt;precious gifts you've made for sharing.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Poet &lt;/strong&gt;- &lt;em&gt;Emily Matthews&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-115374358945958955?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115374358945958955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115374358945958955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-lift-these-hands.html' title='I Lift These Hands'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115374157748946593</id><published>2006-07-24T04:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T04:46:17.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeremiah 29:11-13</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;"For I know the thoughts that I think towards you, says the Lord, thoughts of peace and not of evil, to give you a future and a hope. Then you will call upon Me and go and pray to Me, and I will listen to you.  And you will seek Me and find Me, when you search for Me with all your heart."     &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-115374157748946593?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115374157748946593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115374157748946593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/jeremiah-2911-13.html' title='Jeremiah 29:11-13'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115374126750016375</id><published>2006-07-24T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-11-11T20:12:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>JEREMIAH 29:1 1</title><content type='html'>I KNOW THE PLANS THAT I HAVE FOR YOU, DECLARES THE LORD. THEY ARE PLANS FOR PEACE AND NOT DISASTER, PLANS TO GIVE YOU A FUTURE FILLED WITH HOPE.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-115374126750016375?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115374126750016375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115374126750016375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/jeremiah-291-1.html' title='JEREMIAH 29:1 1'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115350726933800067</id><published>2006-07-21T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:41:09.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Prayer of Discernment</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oh Lord&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not know what to ask you.&lt;br /&gt;You alone know my real needs,&lt;br /&gt;and you love me more&lt;br /&gt;than I even know how to love.&lt;br /&gt;Enable me to discern my true needs&lt;br /&gt;which are hidden from me.&lt;br /&gt;I ask for neither cross nor consolation;&lt;br /&gt;I wait in patience for you.&lt;br /&gt;My heart is open to you.&lt;br /&gt;For your great mercy's sake,&lt;br /&gt;come to me and help me.&lt;br /&gt;Put your mark on me and heal me,&lt;br /&gt;cast me down and raise me up.&lt;br /&gt;Silently I adore your holy will&lt;br /&gt;and your inscrutable ways.&lt;br /&gt;I offer myself in sacrifice to you&lt;br /&gt;and put all my trust in you.&lt;br /&gt;I desire only to do your will.&lt;br /&gt;Teach me how to pray&lt;br /&gt;and pray in me, yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;--Vasily Drosdov Philaret, c. 1780 - 1867&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-115350726933800067?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115350726933800067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115350726933800067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/prayer-of-discernment.html' title='A Prayer of Discernment'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115350471386439858</id><published>2006-07-21T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T11:34:56.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Is.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ccffff;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;big&gt;&lt;strong&gt;P&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/big&gt;rayer is the soul's sincere desire,&lt;br /&gt;Unuttered or expressed;&lt;br /&gt;The motion of a hidden fire&lt;br /&gt;That trembles in the breast.&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the burden of a sigh,&lt;br /&gt;The falling of a tear&lt;br /&gt;The upward glancing of an eye,&lt;br /&gt;When none but God is near.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the simplest form of speech&lt;br /&gt;That infant lips can try;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer the sublimest strains that reach&lt;br /&gt;The Majesty on high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the contrite sinner's voice,&lt;br /&gt;Returning from their ways,&lt;br /&gt;While angels in their songs rejoice&lt;br /&gt;And cry, "Behold, he prays!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prayer is the Christian's vital breath,&lt;br /&gt;The Christian's native air,&lt;br /&gt;Our watchword at the gates of death;&lt;br /&gt;We enter heaven with prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The saints in prayer appear as one&lt;br /&gt;In word and deed and mind,&lt;br /&gt;While with the Father and the Son&lt;br /&gt;Sweet fellowship they find.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nor prayer is made by man alone,&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit pleads,&lt;br /&gt;And Jesus on the eternal throne&lt;br /&gt;For sinners intercedes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O Thou, by Whom we come to God,&lt;br /&gt;The Life, the Truth, the Way;&lt;br /&gt;The path of prayer Thyself hast trod:&lt;br /&gt;Lord, teach us how to pray!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--James Montgomery, 1818&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;not inclusified&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/31105070-115350471386439858?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115350471386439858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115350471386439858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/prayer-is.html' title='Prayer Is.....'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115350362179602609</id><published>2006-07-21T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T14:57:22.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Proverbs 3, 5-6</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ffff99;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Trust in the LORD&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; with all your heart&lt;br /&gt;and lean not on your own understanding;&lt;br /&gt;in all your ways acknowledge God,&lt;br /&gt;and God will direct your paths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Proverbs 3, 5-6&lt;br /&gt;inclusified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-115350362179602609?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115350362179602609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115350362179602609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/proverbs-3-5-6.html' title='Proverbs 3, 5-6'/><author><name>**Ya Think**</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31105070.post-115285101351933573</id><published>2006-07-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T10:38:24.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sernity Prayer</title><content type='html'>God grant me the serenity&lt;br /&gt;to accept the things I cannot change;&lt;br /&gt;courage to change the things I can;&lt;br /&gt;and wisdom to know the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Living one day at a time;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoying one moment at a time;&lt;br /&gt;Accepting hardships as the pathway to peace;&lt;br /&gt;Taking, as He did, this sinful world&lt;br /&gt;as it is, not as I would have it;&lt;br /&gt;Trusting that He will make all things right&lt;br /&gt;if I surrender to His Will;&lt;br /&gt;That I may be reasonably happy in this life&lt;br /&gt;and supremely happy with Him&lt;br /&gt;Forever in the next.&lt;br /&gt;Amen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--Reinhold Niebuhr&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/31105070-115285101351933573?l=favoritescriptures.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115285101351933573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/31105070/posts/default/115285101351933573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://favoritescriptures.blogspot.com/2006/07/sernity-prayer.html' title='The Sernity 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