<?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-7930607633193821823</id><updated>2011-07-08T07:25:09.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hunter Freemont on a Blog Page</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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-7930607633193821823.post-8575294297704424190</id><published>2009-06-06T00:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-06T00:39:12.210-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Exchange</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SiodGFsEWzI/AAAAAAAAACU/hnbZzjszD3U/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 112px; height: 127px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SiodGFsEWzI/AAAAAAAAACU/hnbZzjszD3U/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5344115898271947570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I've been on the huge Mars Hill kick the past two nights. Tonight I watched the first sermon in the trial series about Sin in relation to 1 Peter 1:1-2.  The bottom line of the sermon was this: "All of your life is a ultimately a trial, and each trial that you encounter will essentially be an opportunity to live functionally and practically as if Jesus Christ is your Lord." While this is an extremely powerful ending quote that a person could spend several blogs talking about, the thing that I found extremely interesting and dwelled on during the sermon was the idea of The Great Exchange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Great Exchange, as referred to by Martin Luther, is simply this. When Jesus was crucified he received Justice, we received Mercy. He received condemnation; we received salvation. He received death; and we received life. That is known as the The Great Exchange. Through his crucifixion, we are sprinkled with blood of Christ. With this blood we receive the sanctification.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Spirit is not an it, but a He. God is the Holy Spirit. The bible says that when Jesus was baptized, the Spirit anointed him.  This is the same Spirit we receive as a gift. This same Spirit dwells within us.  When we are saved everything changes because of this Spirit. The way we live, the way we suffer, the way we die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being "Christian" is simply, being less like me and more like him. This is absolutely not possible without the Holy Spirit within us. So going back to the bottom line above. All of our life is a trial, but how great is it to know that the Spirit, Jesus, and God dwell within us. That idea is one of the most powerful things as "Christians" I think we can learn and understand...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-8575294297704424190?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/8575294297704424190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=8575294297704424190' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/8575294297704424190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/8575294297704424190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/great-exchange.html' title='The Great Exchange'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SiodGFsEWzI/AAAAAAAAACU/hnbZzjszD3U/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-9076873410770378702</id><published>2009-06-05T01:01:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-05T01:25:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Most Life Changing Sermon</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SijWfLZubVI/AAAAAAAAACM/kqEQajFIVzg/s1600-h/lhunter0011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SijWfLZubVI/AAAAAAAAACM/kqEQajFIVzg/s200/lhunter0011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343756789000072530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight a very close friend of mine sent me an email. In this email, included a discussion and link to a video sermon about what it means to truly be a Godly Man. I have always wanted to hear a sermon like this on how to be a Godly Man and this one does and excellent job of really hitting home.  The main message was about how in 1 Peter 3:7, men are called to honor their wives. Now, for me I am still very much single. In fact I'm not even dating anyone right now. However, every single point made in this sermon about honoring our wives is something that even a single man can learn and work on in his on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really encourage you, guys and girls, to go and watch the sermon. I posted the link at the bottom of this blog. If for some reason you don't have time (please make time), or you just don't want to, I'm going to touch on the 8 points that he talks about for how men should honor their wives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1) Honor women Maritally&lt;/span&gt;- Be Christ-like in your relationship (Ephesians 5: 25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2) Honor women Physically&lt;/span&gt;- Men are genetically more stronger. We should never intimidate a woman, hit a woman, or scare a woman. This could even be so much as a look or the way he talks during an argument. He might then try to turn the blame to the women. No matter what has happened it is never the woman's fault! A man should never physically or emotionally scare a women in any way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3) Honor women Emotionally&lt;/span&gt;- Women want men to be intimate with them. Women want to know their men, and want their men to know them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4) Honor women Verbally&lt;/span&gt;- How do you speak to speak women? What do you say when wife or girlfriend isn't around? What kind of names do you call her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;5) Honor women Financially&lt;/span&gt;- Men should provide for their wives. The woman's job should not be to solely or even mostly support a family. That was the man's curse from God in Genesis. Men should not give this curse to women, so that they have to carry both of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;6) Honor women Practically&lt;/span&gt;- Men should take of practical things such as the yard, house, car, and budget for the family. Our wives should not be ashamed of the sort of things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;7) Honor women Parentall&lt;/span&gt;y- Men are called to love their children and act as Pastor Daddy to their children (Ephesians 6). Play with your kids, spend time with them, teach them, and pray with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;8) Honor women Spiritually&lt;/span&gt;- We should pray with our families, read scripture with our families, make the decision to join a church, help decide what mid-week class or small group to attend. Lead the family spiritually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The main message of the sermon that truly hit home for me was when the pastor said this, "We are dating God's daughters!" He goes to also say that if you we are disrespecting our girlfriends or wives in any way, shape, or form, and at the same time asking God to help us find a wife; then we are crazy! What father would help a man who is abusing and disrespecting his daughter. So before we as men start asking God to help us find a wife or lead us in our spiritual walks. We need to make sure we are honoring the women we are dating!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the link to the sermon. This sermon will really change your life for guys and girls. Girls need to really examine these issues to because you are ultimately deciding on who you date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.marshillchurch.org/media/trial/marriage-and-men&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-9076873410770378702?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/9076873410770378702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=9076873410770378702' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/9076873410770378702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/9076873410770378702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/most-life-changing-sermon.html' title='The Most Life Changing Sermon'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SijWfLZubVI/AAAAAAAAACM/kqEQajFIVzg/s72-c/lhunter0011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-6964876568046886739</id><published>2009-06-04T00:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T01:25:19.941-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shack</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SieD4Lh7msI/AAAAAAAAACE/KW6PJCyhk_Q/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 80px; height: 124px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SieD4Lh7msI/AAAAAAAAACE/KW6PJCyhk_Q/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5343384484089404098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We know also that the Son of God has come and has given us understanding, so that we may know him who is true. And we are in him who is true—even in his Son Jesus Christ. He is the true God and eternal life."&lt;br /&gt;-1 John 5:20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I started a book called The Shack tonight. Some of you might have read it. I read it last summer, but I have forgotten a lot of the details, mostly those regarding the Trinity (which also happens to be the purpose of the book). It is kind of pathetic I know to forget the main purpose of a book because it was only a year ago, but at least I'm reading again. Right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, for those haven't read it, it is an awesome book. It takes the horrible story of a guy who's daughter was kidnapped and murdered, and then how he comes to fully understand the Trinity though a weekend with God. He encounters each element of the Trinity in different human forms. Then through the characters personalities and conversations each (God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit?) the guy begins to truly understand God in a more full sense. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a conversation the other night with a really close friend, who just finished the book, about how absolutely incredible the Trinity really is. I think sometimes we read about God, Jesus, and the Holy Spirit and we miss how awesome the concept of all three being the same really is.  I mean, isn't it cool that the Holy Spirit that fills our lives is actually God! Maybe this is a basic step in most people's walk of faith but somehow I never grasped it very well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I guess, as the rest of the week goes on, try to think about how intricate and complex the Trinity can be. It will really put things in perspective and you might even see certain elements in your life a little differently. Also, if you've never read The Shack I highly recommend it. Aside from being great book, it does an awesome job of displaying each element in a relatable manner. Like I said, I'm reading now so if you are too or have read it I'd love to talk about it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-6964876568046886739?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6964876568046886739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=6964876568046886739' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/6964876568046886739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/6964876568046886739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/shack.html' title='The Shack'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SieD4Lh7msI/AAAAAAAAACE/KW6PJCyhk_Q/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-7735975064726250867</id><published>2009-06-02T01:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T02:32:15.794-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A new beginning...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SiTxj0IhbJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bjO9biDjsZY/s1600-h/agape350.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SiTxj0IhbJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bjO9biDjsZY/s200/agape350.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342660655560354962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't written a blog in a long time. That's because this blog was suppose to be for me to write and organize my thoughts regarding spiritual issues, stories, and experiences. To say that the presence of spiritual practices have been few and far between (and also a huge struggle) in my life lately would be an understatement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, things have really been turning around for me. I've really started to get connected with some guys at Belmont who are solid in their faith, and who are open to exploring spiritual issues and questions with me. These guys have provided a ton of support and understanding as I've been sorting out things in my life. It's incredible how in such a short period of time things can get so twisted and tangled up, but also begun to be cleaned up and straightened out. I guess it's a statement for the blessings the Lord places in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm happy to report that I've started a bible study of Romans 5-8, will be helping to start/attend a small group hopefully this Thursday, attending church at Crosspoint this Sunday, and have found a great friend to serve as an accountability partner and spiritual conversationalist with. Needless to say things have been coming together rather quickly, but it really has been exciting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough with the updates though, the purpose of this blog is to provide a place to write down, organize, and share my spiritual walk. As I mentioned above, I've started a Bible Study of Romans 5-8. The study is called A Christ Powered Life. It takes and breaks down the words and concepts that compose each verse, asks questions, and shows how the each verse creates a chain link that builds to provide an overall concept.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was reading Romans 5:3-5 and found this really interesting. In verse 5, when the Bible talks about pouring out his love into our hearts, the original text is referring to the form of love "agape". This specific form of the love in the Hebrew language means: "unconditional", "love for others", "selfless love"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why exactly is that interesting? Well, the study talked about in the culture at the time, this word was actually used very seldom until the time of the New Testament. Then Jesus, and I guess ultimately his followers, breathed life into the word. It's strange to think about how something like "selfless love" is so unnatural. It sort of gives the concept of "selfless love" being a gift a new perspective. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure someone might have such a deep relationship with another person that causes them to have this type of love, for instance a parent to their child. The scripture, however, is talking about this type of love being poured into our heart, and God is pouring this type of love into us, so that we love everyone in this manner. That is something that truly defies our nature and is a gift straight from the Holy Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tomorrow and the rest of the week, I'm going to try to exercise this type of love for all people. When someone says something hurtful, or more likely frustrating, I'm going to try to remember this gift of "selfless love" that I've been given. I actually exercised this practice tonight, and it really is incredible how much different you a handle situations when you think about this type of love we are given for everyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-7735975064726250867?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7735975064726250867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=7735975064726250867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7735975064726250867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7735975064726250867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2009/06/new-beginning.html' title='A new beginning...'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SiTxj0IhbJI/AAAAAAAAAB8/bjO9biDjsZY/s72-c/agape350.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-7947770035375471776</id><published>2008-09-07T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T15:00:24.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Flows from the Inside Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SMRNO3Vl_sI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgVMOFKQzCA/s1600-h/tn_1207763532.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SMRNO3Vl_sI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgVMOFKQzCA/s400/tn_1207763532.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243400783934127810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I visited a new church.  I haven't been to church in what some people would a say a long time. However, this morning I got up and decided to go.  Well, actually I had decided on Wednesday at the displacement camp I was going to try a new church this Sunday.  The church that I attended this morning was called Journey Ecclesia, and that is a picture of it above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know the name is a bit different, but don't let it scare you away.  It is a great church.  The membership is small (mostly college and very young adults), and I don't think the budget is extremely high (hence the ages of the members).  However, the people are extremely welcoming.  Today the sermon was on Daniel and the lion's den.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I know what your thinking, this seems very elementary and sunday schoolish, but the message that was shared was definitely one that I think deserves mentioning and thinking about.  It has to do with Daniel's disposition.  If your not sure exactly what the term disposition means here is dictionary.com's definition:  the predominant or prevailing tendency of one's spirits; natural mental and emotional outlook or mood; characteristic attitude.  Simply put, your disposition is actions that derive from inside of you.  They are your actions and attitudes that are purely natural.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daniel, in this story has a disposition that completely reflects God.  He doesn't even have to think twice about his action.  They are purely natural to him, and that type of disposition is something that we should all strive to have.  We should all try to wake up every morning and go throughout our day as disciplined as Daniel.  We should all want to have the confidence to take on anything thrown our way without fear, to have that confidence in God. We should all work to have a disposition like Daniel's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought the idea of Daniel's attitude and actions being so natural that he didn't need to even think about them was so inspirational that I thought I'd share it in my blog.  This week I'm going to try to have the discipline to follow God and rely on him like Daniel did, and have the confidence in God to take care of us through lives obstacles.  I've had people tell me they read my blog and that's awesome, and if anyone out there ever reads this and decides they want to come with me one Sunday please just shoot me and email. I have plenty of room in my car!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Three times a day he got down on his knees and prayed, giving thanks to his God, just as he had done before." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Daniel 6:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-7947770035375471776?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7947770035375471776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=7947770035375471776' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7947770035375471776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7947770035375471776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/09/change-flows-from-inside-out.html' title='Change Flows from the Inside Out'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SMRNO3Vl_sI/AAAAAAAAABM/AgVMOFKQzCA/s72-c/tn_1207763532.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-7002828597573607903</id><published>2008-09-03T22:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-03T22:56:39.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Orleans Displaced</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SL92Jr4jepI/AAAAAAAAABE/-TEE_xooYQQ/s1600-h/Gustav_385x185_389385a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SL92Jr4jepI/AAAAAAAAABE/-TEE_xooYQQ/s320/Gustav_385x185_389385a.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242038400053377682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You saw with your own eyes the great trials, the miraculous signs and wonders, the mighty hand and outstretched arm, with which the LORD your God brought you out. The LORD your God will do the same to all the peoples you now fear."&lt;br /&gt;-Deuteronomy 7:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight I volunteered at a New Orleans displacement camp in Franklin.   Most of the families were on their second stay in Franklin thanks to hurricane Katrina during 2006.  The camp, with staff and residents, had around 450 people and was beautiful chaos.  Most of the residents in the camp were from very low income communities and many didn't have steady jobs.  However, it was one of the coolest lessons in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the past few days I've been trying to refocus my life around something more concrete. So tonight when I found out I was working at the camp I had two emotions. The first, I was excited to be helping a group of people who wer less fortunate than me.  Then on the other hand, I had planned to attend a wednesday night church service (something I haven't done in awhile).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well as it turns out I got to experience both. Around 7 o'clock, a  local church in Franklin came to host a prayer and worship service for the displaced families.  I wasn't very familiar with any of the songs that were song, nor did i fit in with gospel sound that came with the service, but the experience was incredible.  It was amazing to see, in a time of crisis, these families so upbeat and energetic.  Most of the service was worship, but some of the residential men, that had been displaced, stood up and shared several verses and stories that  had helped them through the Katrina disaster as well as now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One in-particular stood out in my mind.  A man stood up and spoke about how life will always throw storms your way.  Sometimes these storms will be hurricanes, other times they may be finances, family situations, or things that test your faith.  Everyone will encounter storms in their lives.  God wants us to take these storms and develop perseverance and a refocused view on life.  The man pointed out that, now, while they were away from their every day normal lives.  They had time to spend time with God, away from the distractions and mess of their normal lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the idea of encountering struggles and storms in everyday life was not a new concept to me. It was nice to hear the sermon come from someone who was in, and had been in, such terrible positions and remained faithful.  As I worked the rest of the night helping pass out food, blankets, and helping with crowd control I tried to think of what storms and struggles I had in my life, and that's why tonight was so rewarding. I heard a sermon that caused me to evaluate and think about life, and serve the community. It was a win-win situation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-7002828597573607903?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7002828597573607903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=7002828597573607903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7002828597573607903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7002828597573607903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-orleans-displaced.html' title='New Orleans Displaced'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SL92Jr4jepI/AAAAAAAAABE/-TEE_xooYQQ/s72-c/Gustav_385x185_389385a.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-4971660852878215912</id><published>2008-09-02T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T14:43:20.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forgive But Don't Always Forget!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SL2zZznet4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Av5n5JVTw5I/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SL2zZznet4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Av5n5JVTw5I/s320/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241542797263026050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The purpose of this post is solely to act as an apology and update. I first want to apologize for not posting in awhile. I don't think many people read this blog, but for those who occasionally check it, I'm sorry it has been awhile. I've been moving back to school and starting classes.  It has been a busy past two weeks, and the choices I've made are not really something worth posting about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The choices of the past few weeks leads me to my second, more important, apology.  I want to say sorry to everyone.  The past few weeks I have made some decisions that, needless to say, were not the best.  I want to apologize to everyone for many of these choices.  Whether it be something I said, something I did, or something I didn't do but should have done, I'm sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I hurt anyone or changed their view me I hope you'll forgive.  I don't regret all of the things I've done because I they helped lead me to the state of heart and mind that I am now in.  So as strange as it may sound, in a way, I am grateful for this, and where I am in life now.  I hate that I choose to take the path I did, but I can't change my past and the things I've done. I can, however, learn from it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope you can forgive, and I hope in time I can truly forgive myself.  I'm striving to learn from things and not repeat them. However.  What is done, is done. Today is a new day, and I just have to take my mistakes learn from them.  I hope you understand, and once again, I am sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"As a result, he does not live the rest of his earthly life for evil human desires, but rather for the will of God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;-1 Peter 4:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-4971660852878215912?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/4971660852878215912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=4971660852878215912' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/4971660852878215912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/4971660852878215912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/09/forgive-but-dont-always-forget.html' title='Forgive But Don&apos;t Always Forget!'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SL2zZznet4I/AAAAAAAAAA8/Av5n5JVTw5I/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-3769309146240795767</id><published>2008-08-19T23:58:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T00:42:20.621-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Be Who You Say You Are, Not Someone's Reflection</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SKvK0bpXBWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BBhKjghQW-c/s1600-h/1033519038_700d54290f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SKvK0bpXBWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BBhKjghQW-c/s320/1033519038_700d54290f.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236501993871574370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever wondered why we don't see ourselves from other people's perspectives?  We often see ourselves differently than the people around us. I, for example, have been told for the past few years that I am becoming increasingly more like someone in my life.  This may or may not be a good thing, but the fact is that I don't see myself as this person. Now, just because i choose not to see myself as this person, does not mean that I am not like this person. It only means that I do not SEE myself as this person. I see myself differently than the way I act. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last half of that paragraph is kind of confusing so if you need think about it for a few minutes that's cool.  If you really think about what I said, it can seem really contradictory.  I obviously have the ability to see the similarities, or I wouldn't be able to understand that I see myself falsely. In actuality, I do see myself in relation to this person, and I understand how I am, somewhat, like them. However, I still choose to lie when confronted with possibility of myself and this person being alike.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We, as people, often lie to ourselves for lots of different reasons, but the fact is we all do it.  We tell ourselves what we want to think is true. Then we tell other people what we have convinced ourselves is truth.  If this is true logic, then I don't see myself as this person because I don't want to be like this person. I lie to myself. People, however see me like this person because I am this person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I know I am like this person in some ways because people point it out. I know how this person and I are similar in most ways. I've been around this person long enough to see these similarities between us (But I still lie to myself about them). Yet, for some reason, instead of changing these things, I simply lie. I tell myself, which leads to telling other people, that I'm not really like this person. I tell them I am the opposite! Now before you judge me, wait. This whole time you've been thinking of that one person in your life that you're most like. The one that everyone tells you that you act like, even though you refuse to believe it. We are told this... because we all act like that one person! That is who we really are!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We can lie to ourselves about how we really are, but people see it. We may have blinded ourselves, but we haven't blinded others. Our actions speak louder than our words. People see us for what we do, not who we say we are. So the only way not to act like the people we are compared too is to change our actions, not our words.  We have to be honest with ourselves, and become that person that we tell others we are. That person, the one we think we are and tell others we are, is the person we WANT to be. It is up to us to really be them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have to become the person we see and say we are, not the person we really are!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-3769309146240795767?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/3769309146240795767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=3769309146240795767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/3769309146240795767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/3769309146240795767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/08/be-who-you-say-you-are-not-someones.html' title='Be Who You Say You Are, Not Someone&apos;s Reflection'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SKvK0bpXBWI/AAAAAAAAAA0/BBhKjghQW-c/s72-c/1033519038_700d54290f.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-6021963801869416397</id><published>2008-08-14T02:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-14T03:28:16.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting, Waiting, Wishing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SKQIRWdiunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7xhiQ05Lneo/s1600-h/B000BU2D1S.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SKQIRWdiunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7xhiQ05Lneo/s400/B000BU2D1S.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5234317761091648114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Time is a concept that people never truly realize all of its diversity.  On one hand, time can be rewarding. Ask any terminally ill patient how glorious the gift of time can be.  Then on the other hand, time can be burden. Just ask any of the millions of people everyday who are simply getting through each day. Waiting for something in their lives.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waiting. That is what has me writing about this time parable. Waiting seems to be the common denominator in all aspects of my life these days.  I feel as if I have been constantly waiting on time. I am waiting for the time that I see certain people. I am waiting for the time that school starts. I am waiting to turn 21(Don't ask about this one, it's very touchy).  It seems that everything in my life for the past few days, weeks, and months has revolved around time and waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our entire lives revolve around time.  We are only given so much of this precious gift. We can't make this gift last any longer or pass any slower.  When I look at this, I guess it makes waiting for things seem entirely wasteful.  While I, or everyone, sit and waits for certain milestones in our lives, we are constantly missing on life's hidden treasures that we experience in our daily journeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once read a quote by Ursela K. LeGuin, that said this about journeys, "It is good to have an end to journey toward, but it is the journey that matters, in the end".  Now, for those of you who personally know me, I consider myself a fan of quotes that revolve around "life" and "daily" journeys.  So why is it, that in my own life I fail to fulfill such a simple and inspirational ideas? Instead capitalizing on these quotes and seizing all of the experiences that occur along these journeys, I still find myself often waiting for specific events.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a Christian band that has a lyric that reads: The greatest thing God created was a new day.  That quote has so many meanings that I can't imagine trying touch on all of them, but what an incredible quote.  Everyday we have a new day. Everyday we have a new journey to embark on. Then, when all of our new days are compiled together, we have our lives. So why are waiting on anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one knows how many of these glorious journeys or days each of us will be given.  That's why it is important not to waste the concept of time.  We have to stop looking and waiting for things in our future. There is no promise that we will ever even live to see things we wait for.  At the same time, though, we have to be thankful for the time that we have already been granted to live, and the journey's that we have already been privileged with traveling. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time is a very complex concept, and each person is responsible for utilizing their time to it's fullest extent.  We are all making journey's with our time.  When each of our days are compiled together at the end of lives, don't we want people to look back how we lived each of days individually and not just as one long life?  Everyday we are given is an extension of our time, it is up to each of us to capitalize on the journey at hand each day.  That is the true beauty of the complexity of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-6021963801869416397?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/6021963801869416397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=6021963801869416397' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/6021963801869416397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/6021963801869416397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/08/sitting-waiting-wishing.html' title='Sitting, Waiting, Wishing...'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SKQIRWdiunI/AAAAAAAAAAs/7xhiQ05Lneo/s72-c/B000BU2D1S.01.LZZZZZZZ.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-7600829082591139731</id><published>2008-08-09T08:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-09T09:04:53.571-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Green Grass Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SJ2_6HAe3BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mIRPpJUy2vM/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SJ2_6HAe3BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mIRPpJUy2vM/s400/images.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232549347108772882" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As long as I can remember I've always hated school.  Not the necessarily the social aspect (I've always been a big fan of that), but the classes and the work that are always a hassle.  I mean I love seeing people and hanging out with friends, but honestly, who wants to do homework or study for tests?  Actually, right now, i do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe it or not for the past week as my friends and co-workers are all moving back to school, I find myself actually missing school.  Obviously, I miss hanging out with friends and going out, but I've also found myself missing classes.  I think it's the idea of always having something to do, something to read or study.  Maybe it is simply the entire school package and the constant thrill of something to do.  Whatever the reason, I am missing school!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that this adoration for my classes will be fulfilled in about two weeks.  Then, I will be the complete opposite of missing school.  It's funny how life works like this.  I guess it plays into the saying "the grass is always greener on the other side".  We all know that the "grass" isn't truly "greener", but this fact still doesn't stop us for wanting the other "grass". In my situation one side of the "grass" is my summer life, and the "other grass" is my school life.  The only thing separating these two sides is a "fence" called time.  Eventually, in time, I'll be on the other side. And then, I'll miss summer.  I'll want to be back where I was before school started. This is the paradox of my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I sit here writing this and thinking about school and my next few months, I wish I could just be content with the now.  I wish i could just enjoy my next two weeks and all that "having nothing to do" has to offer. This wanting to be content seems contradictory to itself. Even as I pondering being content, does that mean I am not being content with how I am now?  Isn't my current longing for the future part of who I am now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I just have to accept that even though right now I am missing school, in a few weeks I'll be missing the summer again. As for living in the now, who even really knows what that means. People have spent there entire lives pondering over questions like these and ones far more complex. For right now, I miss school and in two weeks I'll miss summer.  That is how life is, and that is why I constantly live in "green grass paradox"...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-7600829082591139731?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/7600829082591139731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=7600829082591139731' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7600829082591139731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/7600829082591139731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-green-grass-life.html' title='My Green Grass Life'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_vLJBVF6-BD0/SJ2_6HAe3BI/AAAAAAAAAAY/mIRPpJUy2vM/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7930607633193821823.post-916867274340097525</id><published>2008-08-08T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T15:35:13.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My First Blog Post</title><content type='html'>So I am so sort of new to the blogging world. When i say "new", I mean "new" to actually writing the blogs, not reading them.  So this first blog has absolutely no real reason for being written other than to get something posted and get this blog party rockin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On my blog i'll post funny stories, different thoughts that occur, and opinions on things that i feel worthy having an opinion on.  I'll try not to mention anyones name in my stories to avoid embarrassment or trouble.  I guess thats it. Now we'll just sit and wait, and let the thoughts and stories start flowing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7930607633193821823-916867274340097525?l=mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/feeds/916867274340097525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7930607633193821823&amp;postID=916867274340097525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/916867274340097525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7930607633193821823/posts/default/916867274340097525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mythoughts-inablog.blogspot.com/2008/08/my-first-blog-post.html' title='My First Blog Post'/><author><name>hunterfreemont</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06561566520083569991</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></feed>
