<?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-674299616391998875</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:26:08.455-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a heart that adores Him...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>146</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2209108271413848503</id><published>2012-02-01T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-01T15:58:37.748-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Southern Weddings!</title><content type='html'>Our wedding has been featured in Southern Weddings Magazine!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out &lt;a href="http://iloveswmag.com/2012/01/23/classic-alabama-wedding-by-stephen-devries/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://iloveswmag.com/2012/01/23/classic-alabama-wedding-by-stephen-devries-part-2/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I loved our day, but I'm excited to find out that others do, too!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2209108271413848503?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2209108271413848503'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2209108271413848503'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2012/02/southern-weddings.html' title='Southern Weddings!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5237364528091118681</id><published>2011-12-22T02:32:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T02:32:38.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Video is in!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Take a look at our wedding video! &amp;nbsp;Stuart Atkins did an amazing job capturing our day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; color: #333333; line-height: 14px; white-space: pre-wrap;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://stuartatkins.wordpress.com/2011/12/22/forrest-turner-a-beachside-celebration/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;http://stuartatkins.wordpress.com/2011/12/22/forrest-turner-a-beachside-celebration/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5237364528091118681?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5237364528091118681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5237364528091118681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/12/video-is-in.html' title='Video is in!!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1373683073151912530</id><published>2011-12-12T15:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T15:43:21.118-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photos are in!</title><content type='html'>My photos from the wedding are in, and I adore them!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephendevriesweddings.com/gallery/index.php?album=Forrest+%26+Turner%2Fwedding"&gt;http://www.stephendevriesweddings.com/gallery/index.php?album=Forrest+%26+Turner%2Fwedding&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1373683073151912530?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1373683073151912530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1373683073151912530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/12/photos-are-in.html' title='Photos are in!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5351869301394573812</id><published>2011-12-06T16:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-06T16:15:08.262-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mrs. Eleazer!</title><content type='html'>I am married and couldn't be happier! &amp;nbsp;Living with a boy has been nothing but fun so far! &amp;nbsp;My husband is the most wonderful man, and I am just so thankful the Lord picked Him out for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few shots from my photographer ( Steven Devries Weddings:&amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif; font-size: 11px; line-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.stephendevrieschronicles.com/forrest-and-turner-sneak-peek/" rel="nofollow nofollow" style="color: #3b5998; cursor: pointer; text-decoration: none;" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;www.stephendevrieschronicles.co&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;m/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: inline-block;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;forrest-and-turner-sneak-peek/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;). &amp;nbsp;He did an amazing job capturing our wedding. &amp;nbsp;Can't wait to see the rest!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7TN1mKeG1k/Tt6DL-moLkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1eYVoI0a4UQ/s1600/eleazer001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7TN1mKeG1k/Tt6DL-moLkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1eYVoI0a4UQ/s400/eleazer001.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3NT-cMe46Y/Tt6DOMP5VBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/DIoEPQhJQ7o/s1600/eleazer002.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-j3NT-cMe46Y/Tt6DOMP5VBI/AAAAAAAAAmg/DIoEPQhJQ7o/s400/eleazer002.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMqNs_Z1Bjg/Tt6DXGaQZmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nwR5aAuGJ4w/s1600/eleazer003.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-GMqNs_Z1Bjg/Tt6DXGaQZmI/AAAAAAAAAmo/nwR5aAuGJ4w/s400/eleazer003.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnziGf3WN00/Tt6DYmvvy2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/YEZerT-F7L4/s1600/eleazer004.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lnziGf3WN00/Tt6DYmvvy2I/AAAAAAAAAm4/YEZerT-F7L4/s400/eleazer004.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7zsCQk7qRA/Tt6DZfDRizI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7i9APyw-o5I/s1600/eleazer005.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="271" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L7zsCQk7qRA/Tt6DZfDRizI/AAAAAAAAAnA/7i9APyw-o5I/s400/eleazer005.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v53FMOs0bjc/Tt6DZ-Pq2MI/AAAAAAAAAnI/23h3TawbnkQ/s1600/eleazer006.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v53FMOs0bjc/Tt6DZ-Pq2MI/AAAAAAAAAnI/23h3TawbnkQ/s400/eleazer006.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7awtJUOZUI0/Tt6DbIdEG6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I8yWjJJUCSU/s1600/eleazer007.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7awtJUOZUI0/Tt6DbIdEG6I/AAAAAAAAAnQ/I8yWjJJUCSU/s400/eleazer007.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5351869301394573812?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5351869301394573812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5351869301394573812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/12/mrs-eleazer.html' title='Mrs. Eleazer!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-C7TN1mKeG1k/Tt6DL-moLkI/AAAAAAAAAmY/1eYVoI0a4UQ/s72-c/eleazer001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1487990600383581830</id><published>2011-08-29T15:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-29T15:28:50.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>another.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Another best friend of mine (&lt;a href="http://www.hannahkateflora.com/"&gt;http://www.hannahkateflora.com/&lt;/a&gt;) got engaged this weekend, and I couldn't be more excited to get to walk through this season of life together. &amp;nbsp;Her fiance put this video together, and I just had to share it...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOGGER-youtube-video" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0" data-thumbnail-src="http://0.gvt0.com/vi/JYyNDdttGrw/0.jpg"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYyNDdttGrw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" /&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF" /&gt;&lt;embed width="320" height="266"  src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JYyNDdttGrw&amp;fs=1&amp;source=uds" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Can't wait for the Dallas wedding of Mr and Mrs Lance Villio!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1487990600383581830?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1487990600383581830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1487990600383581830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/another.html' title='another.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7517056355257570287</id><published>2011-08-15T12:46:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T12:48:13.829-04:00</updated><title type='text'>little touches...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Here are a few details I am pumped about for our wedding. &amp;nbsp;I am so excited about these that I just have to share them...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;b&gt;Photographer:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bob Miller&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: normal; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theholybonds.com/"&gt;http://www.theholybonds.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; font-weight: normal; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgIhklsrLiw/TklJEcHEYlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/F0bkUrN5sjw/s1600/n7002889_40579856_7066260.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgIhklsrLiw/TklJEcHEYlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/F0bkUrN5sjw/s400/n7002889_40579856_7066260.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Bridesmaid Shoes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The girls are wearing a one-shoulder short navy dress with these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja6VHQ8UEN8/TklKerH205I/AAAAAAAAAmE/_PuQitNS86s/s1600/img-thing.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ja6VHQ8UEN8/TklKerH205I/AAAAAAAAAmE/_PuQitNS86s/s320/img-thing.jpeg" width="320" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Rehearsal Band and Venue:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Modern Eldorados (&lt;a href="http://www.themoderneldorados.com/"&gt;http://www.themoderneldorados.com&lt;/a&gt;) and&lt;br /&gt;Oak Hallow Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-miozg0eJ-9k/TklJkA2PkKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5nrNhtggWSk/s1600/oak+hollow+farm.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-miozg0eJ-9k/TklJkA2PkKI/AAAAAAAAAmA/5nrNhtggWSk/s400/oak+hollow+farm.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Avril Walker Earrings:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.avrildesigns.com/bridal.html"&gt;http://www.avrildesigns.com/bridal.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ4G5m7KBRU/TklLkcTsp1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/vDp-TSkOyl4/s1600/616332.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RJ4G5m7KBRU/TklLkcTsp1I/AAAAAAAAAmI/vDp-TSkOyl4/s400/616332.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Groomsmen ties:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Not the exact color we want, but you know to expect something with a GATOR on it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq7EsKC1TMA/TklMf2JaLnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WfH9CdZmssA/s1600/121854784492716651089.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fq7EsKC1TMA/TklMf2JaLnI/AAAAAAAAAmM/WfH9CdZmssA/s400/121854784492716651089.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Drink of Choice:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Mason Jars filled with lemonade and Sweet Tea Vodka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7TRbmZv5Z4/TklNQEl1JlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dpDLgrFQApA/s1600/Sweet-Tea-in-Mason-Jars-500x333%255B1%255D.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-r7TRbmZv5Z4/TklNQEl1JlI/AAAAAAAAAmQ/dpDLgrFQApA/s400/Sweet-Tea-in-Mason-Jars-500x333%255B1%255D.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;That's it for now... can't give away too many details!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7517056355257570287?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7517056355257570287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7517056355257570287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/little-touches.html' title='little touches...'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PgIhklsrLiw/TklJEcHEYlI/AAAAAAAAAl8/F0bkUrN5sjw/s72-c/n7002889_40579856_7066260.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4323830815189247186</id><published>2011-08-10T14:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T14:14:17.592-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Home Sweet Home (in 101 DAYS)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A family in South Tampa has given me a free place to stay until Forrest and I are married, but in the mean time, I have been helping Forrest with his house (our future home) in St. Pete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a sneak peak of the little place on 15th Ave... can't wait to call this place home in 101 days.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL5oFlvkiCU/TgDp25rVRLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_l5iolZZ3oc/s1600/DSC_1011.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL5oFlvkiCU/TgDp25rVRLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_l5iolZZ3oc/s400/DSC_1011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The House&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBWEErp1V0E/TgDpzBq7H0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/UedBTzRTNw4/s1600/DSC_1010.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VBWEErp1V0E/TgDpzBq7H0I/AAAAAAAAAj0/UedBTzRTNw4/s400/DSC_1010.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Front Door&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xG34rsSzsg/TgDpvTKev3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BTTmny45d48/s1600/DSC_1009.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-_xG34rsSzsg/TgDpvTKev3I/AAAAAAAAAjw/BTTmny45d48/s400/DSC_1009.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Front Porch&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfy5Xki6wPc/TgDo6ddoKbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A3EZ8ANQj50/s1600/DSC_0994.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xfy5Xki6wPc/TgDo6ddoKbI/AAAAAAAAAi4/A3EZ8ANQj50/s400/DSC_0994.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Front Office&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9CXuWaJiyM/TgDo-DAh73I/AAAAAAAAAi8/VmIkmG54cI8/s1600/DSC_0996.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9CXuWaJiyM/TgDo-DAh73I/AAAAAAAAAi8/VmIkmG54cI8/s400/DSC_0996.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Den: View 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhL8zJWZmV8/TgDpBzPxIiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZxiGBHXVVuQ/s1600/DSC_0997.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-uhL8zJWZmV8/TgDpBzPxIiI/AAAAAAAAAjA/ZxiGBHXVVuQ/s400/DSC_0997.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Den: View 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpaPJFKz-ag/TgDpFXMDgAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/lyaufyDg6qs/s1600/DSC_0998.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lpaPJFKz-ag/TgDpFXMDgAI/AAAAAAAAAjE/lyaufyDg6qs/s400/DSC_0998.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dining Room: View 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DX0qG_4SVh4/TgDpI1vi4BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/xGevCzdRwAw/s1600/DSC_0999.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DX0qG_4SVh4/TgDpI1vi4BI/AAAAAAAAAjI/xGevCzdRwAw/s400/DSC_0999.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; 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text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Guest Room: View 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhsPoadWbkY/TgDxiBgHT_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tBiqJ91qTUE/s1600/DSC_1002.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-zhsPoadWbkY/TgDxiBgHT_I/AAAAAAAAAkM/tBiqJ91qTUE/s400/DSC_1002.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Master: View 1&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Kry4kNSaMU/TgDpXmeNv4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/t4x9UX4bkS8/s1600/DSC_1003.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9Kry4kNSaMU/TgDpXmeNv4I/AAAAAAAAAjY/t4x9UX4bkS8/s400/DSC_1003.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Master: View 2&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-zLiHrbs34/TgDpi8KEnGI/AAAAAAAAAjk/nI6OlVKXaBY/s1600/DSC_1006.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-W-zLiHrbs34/TgDpi8KEnGI/AAAAAAAAAjk/nI6OlVKXaBY/s400/DSC_1006.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Kitchen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0OWYdnlSZSA/TgDprjinbEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rIjGf5lIv3I/s1600/DSC_1008.JPG" imageanchor="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0OWYdnlSZSA/TgDprjinbEI/AAAAAAAAAjs/rIjGf5lIv3I/s400/DSC_1008.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Our two Guard Dogs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4323830815189247186?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4323830815189247186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4323830815189247186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/new-house-update.html' title='Home Sweet Home (in 101 DAYS)'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-QL5oFlvkiCU/TgDp25rVRLI/AAAAAAAAAj4/_l5iolZZ3oc/s72-c/DSC_1011.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-17097545523654130</id><published>2011-08-03T10:44:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-03T16:43:42.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>flash backs:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I was flipping through pictures today and came across these...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t54QuEn7jvs/TjlbWOCK1qI/AAAAAAAAAlo/CoCjdE78B0w/s1600/photo+1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t54QuEn7jvs/TjlbWOCK1qI/AAAAAAAAAlo/CoCjdE78B0w/s640/photo+1.jpg" width="436" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;A next-door neighbor and I would get married on a daily basis (definitely not kidding about this one!!) in his living room. &amp;nbsp;His mom was the preacher, his sister played the piano, and my ring was the twisty-tie from the bread in the kitchen. &amp;nbsp;My "groom" was named John, but because of a speech impediment, he had to get used to me calling him "Ga-on."&amp;nbsp;We would drive off down the sidewalk after the "ceremony" in his powerwheels red wrangler jeep for all of the neighborhood to see.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Oh the days living on Pine Court...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtpn-Xy-YWs/Tjlcwx71_3I/AAAAAAAAAls/c8OOgX1Ep8A/s1600/photo+2-1.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="262" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xtpn-Xy-YWs/Tjlcwx71_3I/AAAAAAAAAls/c8OOgX1Ep8A/s400/photo+2-1.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I've always wanted to be a bride, but one thing I am certain of, I never imagined that my groom would be as great as Forrest is. &amp;nbsp;The Lord has given me something SO sweet, and I am beyond thankful and honored for the man I get to marry in November. &amp;nbsp;It hasn't really hit me yet that in 3 and a half months I will me married and living with a guy. &amp;nbsp;I have such a joy and peace in all this because I am certain I have found my other half.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;One closing thought today: This wedding seems much better than the early days in the Pine Court neighborhood!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-17097545523654130?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/17097545523654130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/17097545523654130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/08/flash-backs.html' title='flash backs:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-t54QuEn7jvs/TjlbWOCK1qI/AAAAAAAAAlo/CoCjdE78B0w/s72-c/photo+1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2284623644485558408</id><published>2011-07-21T13:30:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-02T12:29:08.635-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Date set!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We have set a date and are looking forward to being married in 4 months!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmzJlRvBgSI/TihiEkh7B3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Fv5-h2EnBXU/s1600/T%2526F_SaveTheDate.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="640" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmzJlRvBgSI/TihiEkh7B3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Fv5-h2EnBXU/s640/T%2526F_SaveTheDate.JPG" width="426" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2284623644485558408?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2284623644485558408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2284623644485558408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/date-set.html' title='Date set!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-qmzJlRvBgSI/TihiEkh7B3I/AAAAAAAAAlQ/Fv5-h2EnBXU/s72-c/T%2526F_SaveTheDate.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6250016264696211116</id><published>2011-07-14T23:38:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T13:49:10.019-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big News!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How does the "Eleazer Diaries" sound for a name?&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I guess I will have to rename my blog soon BECAUSE...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Forrest proposed. And I said YES!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;Couldn't be more excited to have the most amazing man as a fiance!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3lRHQIiptvw/Th7KIAVsE9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/rv0hY7GtVZ8/s1600/IMG_0440.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="371" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3lRHQIiptvw/Th7KIAVsE9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/rv0hY7GtVZ8/s400/IMG_0440.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1T13_Zi8EMM/Th7KI-jzV-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/aNGG3X1Ldf0/s1600/IMG_1346.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-1T13_Zi8EMM/Th7KI-jzV-I/AAAAAAAAAk0/aNGG3X1Ldf0/s400/IMG_1346.jpg" width="298" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Here is the story:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I was leaving town on Thursday for a reunion with my best friends, so Forrest had told me to mark my calendar on Wednesday for a date night before I left. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;It was a typical Wednesday. &amp;nbsp;We both got home from work and jumped in the car to go on a boat ride and go to dinner. The tide was low, but Forrest was so determined to get the boat in the water that he even jumped in with his shoes on to push the boat off of the lift.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;Once we were on the boat, he surprised me with a cooler filled with cheese, crackers, salami, and drinks. We rode out to the gulf and sat in front of the Don Cesar Hotel on Pass-A-Grille Beach to watch the sunset.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;At 8:28 on July 13th, Forrest told me to close my eyes because he had one more surprise for me in the cooler. &amp;nbsp;As I opened my eyes, he was down on one knee with the sun setting on the horizon. &amp;nbsp;Both of us had tears in our eyes thinking of the future we get to have together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I'll never forget his words. &amp;nbsp;"I love this. &amp;nbsp;I love that we can do this for the rest of our life. Turner Louise Outlaw, will you marry me?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;I think in all of the excitement, I forgot to actually say "yes" to his question. &amp;nbsp;I am guessing he got the picture from my reaction, but just in case...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Forrest Thomas Eleazer, &lt;b&gt;YES!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I get to spend the rest of my life telling you that I couldn't be more excited to be your wife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6250016264696211116?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6250016264696211116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6250016264696211116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/big-news.html' title='Big News!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3lRHQIiptvw/Th7KIAVsE9I/AAAAAAAAAkw/rv0hY7GtVZ8/s72-c/IMG_0440.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7837265630190641418</id><published>2011-07-10T15:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-10T15:00:48.812-04:00</updated><title type='text'>3 days</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;THREE days until this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zzMy7ldPvY/Thn2bm0jvMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5_0uqmoUfn8/s1600/IMG_4813.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zzMy7ldPvY/Thn2bm0jvMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5_0uqmoUfn8/s400/IMG_4813.JPG.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;And some of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7ZMLkCxVgo/Thn2cL8TJZI/AAAAAAAAAko/pfhLxO8-U3g/s1600/IMG_5437.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-N7ZMLkCxVgo/Thn2cL8TJZI/AAAAAAAAAko/pfhLxO8-U3g/s400/IMG_5437.JPG.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;and if we are honest, probably some of this...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UW1OuVXf_bQ/Thn2cpTHjKI/AAAAAAAAAks/fY5yqdzCDpk/s1600/IMG_5628.JPG.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UW1OuVXf_bQ/Thn2cpTHjKI/AAAAAAAAAks/fY5yqdzCDpk/s400/IMG_5628.JPG.jpeg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I cannot wait.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;These times are just good for the soul.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7837265630190641418?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7837265630190641418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7837265630190641418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/07/3-days.html' title='3 days'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_zzMy7ldPvY/Thn2bm0jvMI/AAAAAAAAAkk/5_0uqmoUfn8/s72-c/IMG_4813.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1046930652831247736</id><published>2011-06-30T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:04:46.134-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy 4th of July!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy 4th of July from St. Petersburg, Florida!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;We are festive here and ready for fireworks, friends, and a long weekend on the water!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnHWMfdwnoo/TgzIdNYnzMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/qH3wQLG6G3s/s1600/My+HipstaPrint+0.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnHWMfdwnoo/TgzIdNYnzMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/qH3wQLG6G3s/s400/My+HipstaPrint+0.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnHd4ZJKT1c/TgzIgOT9OnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Vy2eAJY125I/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bnHd4ZJKT1c/TgzIgOT9OnI/AAAAAAAAAkg/Vy2eAJY125I/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1046930652831247736?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1046930652831247736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1046930652831247736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/happy-4th-of-july.html' title='Happy 4th of July!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FnHWMfdwnoo/TgzIdNYnzMI/AAAAAAAAAkc/qH3wQLG6G3s/s72-c/My+HipstaPrint+0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1313200960962908312</id><published>2011-06-28T17:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-28T17:33:25.606-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah and her boy...</title><content type='html'>This is Hannah's boy. &amp;nbsp;I prayed for years she would meet a great guy, and now she is happily dating a handsome guy featured in the article below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thegentlemensfund.com/nominees/view/310"&gt;http://thegentlemensfund.com/nominees/view/310&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Way to pick a good one, Han!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1313200960962908312?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1313200960962908312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1313200960962908312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/hannah-and-her-boy.html' title='Hannah and her boy...'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5478002112299179381</id><published>2011-06-28T11:49:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:29:00.244-04:00</updated><title type='text'>BiG</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have lived BIG.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And I like living that way. I like being involved in the BIG stuff the Lord is doing. &amp;nbsp;I like feeling like a BIG fish in a BIG pond. &amp;nbsp;I thrive in the BIG moments in life or at least I used to...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have found lately that&amp;nbsp;I get overwhelmed when I think BIG scale.&amp;nbsp;Moving to a new city is overwhelming. Finding community and meeting new people is overwhelming. Meeting 100's of kids is overwhelming. Being responsible to bring Wyldlife to 6 middle schools is overwhelming.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Simply, transition is overwhelming me, but I am reminded of a parable in Luke (Luke 16:1-13) and the words of the Lord, "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Whoever can be trusted with very little can also be trusted with much, and whoever is dishonest with very little will also be dishonest with much."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All Jesus has asked me to do today is to be faithful in the SMALL things. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have to remind myself that I am called to pay attention to the small stuff, so that when the BIG stuff comes around one day, I can be faithful in that, too.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5478002112299179381?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5478002112299179381'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5478002112299179381'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/big.html' title='BiG'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1213030385126597726</id><published>2011-06-22T16:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:29:30.393-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Old and New:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;I want to brag on Forrest. A month ago, he bought a house.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Buckets of sweat and a couple of blisters later, look at the difference...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;Old House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yj9j-Ro0S0/TgJPSewxL2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/YuIMGINK-QM/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yj9j-Ro0S0/TgJPSewxL2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/YuIMGINK-QM/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yj9j-Ro0S0/TgJPSewxL2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/YuIMGINK-QM/s1600/IMG_0416.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yj9j-Ro0S0/TgJPSewxL2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/YuIMGINK-QM/s400/IMG_0416.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;New House&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dLJvcNyFD5I/TgJPHKjSNzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Bx3kHxeTl8U/s1600/DSC_1011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="265" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dLJvcNyFD5I/TgJPHKjSNzI/AAAAAAAAAkU/Bx3kHxeTl8U/s400/DSC_1011.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;Stay tuned :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1213030385126597726?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1213030385126597726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1213030385126597726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/old-and-new.html' title='Old and New:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-4yj9j-Ro0S0/TgJPSewxL2I/AAAAAAAAAkY/YuIMGINK-QM/s72-c/IMG_0416.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6595317786759075881</id><published>2011-06-22T16:18:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:19:48.662-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. Pete</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love St. Petersburg.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Forget the former things, do not dwell on the past. See, I am doing a new thing! &amp;nbsp;I will make a way in the wilderness and streams in the desert... to give drink to my chosen people."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 43&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Isaiah 55&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"Be at rest once more, O my soul, for the Lord has been good to you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 116&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;"I will instruct you and teach you in the way you should go; I will counsel you and watch over you."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Psalm 32&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xJUTkFAMY4/TgIlAfEXCzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/O77QiG3jD9w/s1600/photo.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xJUTkFAMY4/TgIlAfEXCzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/O77QiG3jD9w/s400/photo.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6595317786759075881?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6595317786759075881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6595317786759075881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/06/st-pete.html' title='St. Pete'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8xJUTkFAMY4/TgIlAfEXCzI/AAAAAAAAAkQ/O77QiG3jD9w/s72-c/photo.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5210306785580034791</id><published>2011-04-21T10:06:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T16:21:01.314-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving!!</title><content type='html'>I move in &lt;b&gt;TWO&lt;/b&gt; weeks. Yep. &amp;nbsp;Kinda freaking out. &amp;nbsp;Excited for the big move though. Tampa, Florida, here I come! The Lord has provided so much: a great job (Wyldlife Ministry in South Tampa)&amp;nbsp;and an amazing place to stay (a family has given me a guest house in South Tampa to live in for FREE)... I am so thankful!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Fun fact:&lt;/b&gt; &amp;nbsp;Forrest bought a house. &amp;nbsp;I am completely in love with it. Built in 1925. &amp;nbsp;Four blocks from the water. Has character and charm GALORE. &amp;nbsp;A couple of rooms are nasty colors, but other than that, it is in great shape. &amp;nbsp;Congratulations, Forrest... you might have a new mortgage to pay, but you have found the cutest little bungalow ever built. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1T0khsl6ivY/TbA5QmoKk7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/gSQOKqPKsgQ/s1600/IMG_0420.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1T0khsl6ivY/TbA5QmoKk7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/gSQOKqPKsgQ/s400/IMG_0420.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5210306785580034791?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5210306785580034791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5210306785580034791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/moving.html' title='Moving!!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-1T0khsl6ivY/TbA5QmoKk7I/AAAAAAAAAi0/gSQOKqPKsgQ/s72-c/IMG_0420.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2732707142827050624</id><published>2011-04-20T10:07:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:30:29.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Palm Sunday.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Andrew Petersen wrote &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a18;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;RESURRECTION LETTERS:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a18;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Meditations on the Crucifixion and Resurrection of Christ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &amp;nbsp;His words really hit home with me regarding Palm Sunday and this Holy Week we are now in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;. He tells of Palm Sunday and Judas' betrayal with such ease and grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #1a1a18;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The sun shines hot on the city gate, and you feel the air move with the palm branches. You hear the hearts pumping in their chests. Their mouths cry “save us” while their hearts cry “give us what we want.” But because you are God you hear even deeper in the spirits of men and women and even children the silence of our profound loneliness. You hear the trickle of need we scarcely know ourselves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You come to us though you know we’re praying to you for the wrong reasons, singing to you without the faintest notion of how powerful and just and holy you really are.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And yet, you come...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Judas saw the wonders you did, the authority&amp;nbsp;with which you taught, and heard you declare yourself the son of God more than once. He had no excuse. It was clear to those in your company that you were made of a goodness that rendered betrayal unthinkable.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But Judas, whatever his reasons, did the unthinkable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And he did it with such irony. With a kiss. You had washed his feet only hours ago. I wonder what went through his mind as he sat there uncomfortable and appalled at your outrageous demonstration of love and service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;You knew he would betray you. You knew he was the guilty one, and still you took his filthy feet in your hands and washed them in the basin. You patted them dry with the towel around your waist.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #1a1a18; font: 12.0px Times; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Love your enemies, you had told them. And, kneeling before the betrayer, you showed them how."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2732707142827050624?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2732707142827050624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2732707142827050624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/palm-sunday.html' title='Palm Sunday.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-553562320922090440</id><published>2011-04-08T17:17:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:31:43.627-04:00</updated><title type='text'>He does exist.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;One of my best friends, Ivy, got married in Texas this past December. &amp;nbsp;She is a p&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;recious friend of mine, and we have been through the good and the bad together. &amp;nbsp;She has been with me and my mom at MD Anderson Cancer Hospital this fall (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://theladyinthestreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;http://theladyinthestreet.blogspot.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;), and I have been with her when her mom passed away from cancer three years ago. &amp;nbsp;When you spend time with Ivy, you leave feeling refreshed. &amp;nbsp;She loves to ask questions and is one of the best listeners I know. &amp;nbsp;She is wise beyond her years, and one of the wisest choices she ever made was to marry an amazing man by the name Drew Lassiter. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Here is an amazing story (told by Ivy herself) from her wedding. &amp;nbsp;She might not have had her mom "physically" present with her on her big day, but what the Lord orchestrated for her was so beautiful...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"See this picture below. Do you see what I see?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, I didn't during the ceremony. When Drew and I were looking at the photographer's pictures Drew saw this picture and said, "My mom is going to love that since it says Mom." It still didn't hit me then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This week I read the book "Heaven is for Real", which is unreal. It's about this 3 year old boy that went to heaven. You just need to read it. He talks about how he could see what was going on on earth and so many other amazing things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Well, right when I finished the book I got an email from my cousin with the same picture. She said "Do y'all see what I see?"&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;And it hit me! My mom and Jesus arranged that! Yall, I had been praying so much that my Mom would see my wedding and that I would have a sign that she was there. She was!!! &amp;nbsp;It's kind of makes me laugh thinking about my mom trying to get me to realize that she was there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, helvetica; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UdhUGGYobI/TZ97Izl7hWI/AAAAAAAAAis/GYYBrnenyj8/s1600/Ivy_WeddingWeekend_138.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UdhUGGYobI/TZ97Izl7hWI/AAAAAAAAAis/GYYBrnenyj8/s400/Ivy_WeddingWeekend_138.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlGr8JpBnJ4/TZ97JBectgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CAx9-oqeVEg/s1600/Ivy_WeddingWeekend_152.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZlGr8JpBnJ4/TZ97JBectgI/AAAAAAAAAiw/CAx9-oqeVEg/s400/Ivy_WeddingWeekend_152.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;All I can say after seeing these pictures and seeing the word "Mom" displayed so clearly in the background (made up of four Christmas trees and a wreath) is that the Lord indeed exists and that He is good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-553562320922090440?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/553562320922090440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/553562320922090440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/he-does-exist.html' title='He does exist.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4UdhUGGYobI/TZ97Izl7hWI/AAAAAAAAAis/GYYBrnenyj8/s72-c/Ivy_WeddingWeekend_138.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4111245126936720090</id><published>2011-04-07T15:10:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:30:54.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This time last year?</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;This time last year...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A cute boy named Forrest moved down the street from me and joined my Wyldlife team. &amp;nbsp; I enjoyed getting to know him better.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I lived in an apartment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I was just starting to feel comfortable with my job with Younglife. &amp;nbsp;Whitefield Younglife, Whitefield Wyldlife, and Pace Wyldlife was going well, and I was nervous thinking about taking on the task of running an additional fourth club, Pace Younglife.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My mom was cancer free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Now...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am moving to Tampa, Florida in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;28 days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; to be with Forrest. In a year, he went from living down the street from me, to living 2 hours away in Birmingham, and now to living 7 hours away in Florida. He has bought a house&amp;nbsp;built in the 1920s that is filled with character and charm located&amp;nbsp;in St. Petersburg's Old Northeast area. &amp;nbsp;I love him more and more every day I am with him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I live in an amazing house with two girls. &amp;nbsp;We have been blessed beyond belief to live in a newly renovated spacious house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Younglife has been unbelievable this year. &amp;nbsp;I am still surprised at all of the kids the Lord sent our way at Pace and Whitefield. &amp;nbsp;Club has been fun, kids have grown in their faith, and my leaders are encouraged seeing all that the Lord has done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I have been offered a Younglife position in South Tampa to do Wyldlife. &amp;nbsp;The committee and staff have welcomed me with open arms, and I am excited about the kids I will get the privilege of spending time with.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;My mom has been through months of surgery and radiation in Houston, Texas. &amp;nbsp;She is recovering and doing well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;I am overwhelmed thinking about how much the Lord has done in a year. The verse in Isaiah is on my heart today, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"See, I am doing a new thing!&amp;nbsp;I am making a way in the wilderness...&amp;nbsp;because I provide water in the wilderness&amp;nbsp;and streams in the wasteland,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;to give drink to my people, my chosen,&amp;nbsp;the people I formed for myself&amp;nbsp;that they may proclaim my praise."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt; He has provided, and I am filled with joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4111245126936720090?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4111245126936720090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4111245126936720090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/this-time-last-year.html' title='This time last year?'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-44204030320896031</id><published>2011-04-05T10:20:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-30T15:31:22.378-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Legion</title><content type='html'>&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Love this passage in Luke 8:26-39:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;"They sailed to the region of the Gerasenes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 6px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;which is across the lake from Galilee.&amp;nbsp;When Jesus stepped ashore, he was met by a demon-possessed man from the town. For a long time this man had not worn clothes or lived in a house, but had lived in the tombs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When he saw Jesus, he cried out and fell at his feet, shouting at the top of his voice, “What do you want with me, Jesus, Son of the Most High God? I beg you, don’t torture me!” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jesus asked him,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“What is your name?” &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Legion,” he replied, because many demons had gone into him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h5&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;A large herd of pigs was feeding there on the hillside. The demons begged Jesus to let them go into the pigs, and he gave them permission.&amp;nbsp;When the demons came out of the man, they went into the pigs, and the herd rushed down the steep bank into the lake and was drowned...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;The man from whom the demons had gone out begged to go with him, but Jesus sent him away, saying,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="woj"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;“Return home and tell how much God has done for you.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;So the man went away and told all over town how much Jesus had done for him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Two thoughts:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;Jesus goes to a place He has never been before and a place He will never go again in His ministry. &amp;nbsp;He simply goes to see the demon-possesed man. &amp;nbsp;Jesus comes for the one. &amp;nbsp;He was and still is always concerned with those on the outs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;When Jesus healed this man, He had a plan for him. &amp;nbsp;The man wanted to go with Jesus and start his life over. &amp;nbsp;He was known as a weirdo. &amp;nbsp;He had been isolated for years and had lost everything; yet, Jesus called him to go where they knew Him as the "crazy guy." Can you imagine the stares or the whispers when people saw him? Staying where they knew his reputation from the past was&amp;nbsp;uncomfortable and hard. &amp;nbsp;All he wanted to do is forget the past and live a normal life. &amp;nbsp;YET, the man did exactly what Jesus told him to do. He still obeyed even though it was not what he wanted to do, and the Lord was glorified because of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-44204030320896031?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/44204030320896031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/44204030320896031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/04/legion.html' title='Legion'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-718104221274911770</id><published>2011-03-24T11:14:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-21T10:25:39.891-04:00</updated><title type='text'>life lately...</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged all fall. &amp;nbsp;No words can express what a heck season in life it has been. &amp;nbsp;Here are a few excerpts from several emails updates on my mom...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From my mom's friend Paula:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"Sissy’s life here -&amp;nbsp; today, in&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;&amp;nbsp;– revolves around h&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;umidifiers and pain meds, irrigating a trach tube, and figuring out how t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;o swallow foods soft enough (yet rich enough) to gain strength.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;This is&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:city&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, right now, but you have to look with spirit eyes to see&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;this particular&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Bethlehem&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, or maybe to see your own.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Just for a moment, while reading this, just stop. Pause.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Spend a second or two to look around with your eyes.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The view from our window is a parking garage, salmon colored,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;chipped paint, water stained and dirty bricks.&amp;nbsp; It doesn’t look like anything at all&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;at first (or even second) glance.&amp;nbsp; All day yesterday they were cleaning inside the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;garage and the deafening noise was anything but choirs of angels, until you&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;pause long enough.&amp;nbsp; Long enough to catch the narrow stretch of blue sky above&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the top level of the garage and some long strings of stray clouds floating overhead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Then you realize that you have another day.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;You have life, and with that realization&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;you see the first shepherds in the distance."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From Paula again:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Yesterday was a long day for Sissy. As pain intensifies from the radiated sites, it meant visits to her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;surgeon, oncologist, pain management team, as well as more radiation. There were long waits, long&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;corridors to navigate – some tears shed – but not a complaint from her. As each doctor told her&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;that this is the home stretch, and the necessary state of things right now, I visibly watched her color&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;the space surrounding her with acceptance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sissy’s beautiful daughter Turner and her two friends, Erin and Hannah, arrived at noon.&amp;nbsp; Their&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;twenty-five year old exhuberance was a pain med in and of itself. A high dose of life. I watched&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;Sissy’s face as they put her in a wheel chair and raced down the long hallways with her.&amp;nbsp; All the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;statistics in the world are one thing…but joy/kindness (the extraordinary kindness of Sissy’s&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;surgeon and oncologist)- the joy of these girls- all the statistics cannot account for that which&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;moves in life in secret rhythm and is larger than everything.&amp;nbsp; None of the statistics can account&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;for the Peace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Last night as Sissy got up and down through the night, she noticed a light flashing on the two&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;decorative Christmas trees and the flowers on a nearby table.&amp;nbsp; A flashing light from a smoke&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;alarm? The reflection of the phone’s message light?&amp;nbsp; It’s irrelevant. A light flashed over the&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;scene and Sissy reports that she felt an ever deepening sense of walking with Christ – Prince&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;of Peace -…Her response was glory and praise, the peace of God…not as symbol, but as&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;living reality.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;From&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:state&gt;&amp;nbsp;to&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;Florida&lt;/st1:state&gt;, from&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;Boston&lt;/st1:city&gt;&amp;nbsp;to southern&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;California&lt;/st1:state&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt;, your prayers go out, aimed at this&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;small room in a medical center in&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:city w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Houston&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:city&gt;, directed at the heart of us all via the heart of one small&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;woman.&amp;nbsp; In&amp;nbsp;&lt;st1:state w:st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place w:st="on"&gt;Alaska&lt;/st1:place&gt;&lt;/st1:state&gt;&amp;nbsp;they’ve made ice candles and have them burning for her…set out where Sissy&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;once sat, on a small deck in a pristine Cove.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;The Peace of God.&amp;nbsp; As we face another day – another tangle of medications and radiation…&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;as you face whatever fills your hours…we wish you dearly the peace of God that has settled&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 13px;"&gt;into us here, right in the very midst of all things difficult. Light for the world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;From my mom's friend, Ellen:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;"So…here it is the 29&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt;&amp;nbsp;of Dec. and Sissy only has one more radiation treatment!&amp;nbsp; After 43 treatments the skin around her neck where the trache belt sits is raw and she is on a mostly liquid diet.&amp;nbsp; But, our little champion has kept her weight up and displays an obedience to all directives that is quite remarkable!&amp;nbsp; Our days pass quickly in the way that time seems to be doing in general in these latter years. &amp;nbsp;I knew this would be one of those blessed weeks, one that is so out of the ordinary that it will make a permanent mark on the landscape of my mind.&amp;nbsp; I am so glad I am spending it with Sissy.&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: 10pt;"&gt;Sissy is very brave.&amp;nbsp; Her throat and the burns on her skin around her neck continue to worsen and the pain increases, but she bears up through it all with patience and an uncommon buoyancy.&amp;nbsp; The dressing of her wounds and the trache cleaning are made easy by her extremity.&amp;nbsp; It reminds me that all things are made easy when done with love.&amp;nbsp; For those who doubt their capacity to perform these deeds when their turn comes I would simply remind them of this truth.&amp;nbsp; Few of us know our true capacity to serve.&amp;nbsp; Taking care of a person in need with love is not a hard thing to do.&amp;nbsp; There is so much of God in it that any inadequacy vanishes as all thoughts of self are submerged by the need of the Other."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="font-family: 'Times New Roman'; font-size: 12pt; margin-bottom: 0.0001pt; margin-left: 0in; margin-right: 0in; margin-top: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Life hasn't slowed down and hasn't been easy.... Forrest has moved to Tampa. &amp;nbsp;My mom has been in and out of the hospital fighting thyroid cancer. &amp;nbsp;My aunt passed away unexpectantly. &amp;nbsp;I am moving to Tampa in May, but in the meantime, I am in Atlanta running 4 Younglife clubs. &amp;nbsp;Life is hectic, but my perspective is focused on all that the Lord is doing and redeeming and saving.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-718104221274911770?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/718104221274911770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/718104221274911770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2011/03/life-lately.html' title='life lately...'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8325932958991405112</id><published>2010-10-19T15:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-10-19T15:37:31.061-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ministry of Presence</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;As we meet and hang out with kids, know that we are Jesus to them. &amp;nbsp;They might not ever have anyone else in their life who loves them right where they are. &amp;nbsp;As Younglife leaders, we have the opportunity to show them the gospel, maybe for the first time in their life, in such a clear way, simply be loving them and showing up consistently in their life. &amp;nbsp;I want the quote below to be true of my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"More and more, the desire grows in me simply to walk around, greet people, enter their homes, sit on their doorsteps, play ball, throw water, and be known as someone who wants to live with them. &amp;nbsp;It is a&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;privilege&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;to have the time to practice this simple ministry of presence. Still, it is not as simple as it seems. My own desire to be useful, to do something significant, or to be part of some impressive project is so strong that soon my time is taken up by meetings, conferences, study groups, and workshops that prevent me from walking the streets. It is difficult not to have plans, not to organize people around an urgent cause, and not to feel that you are working directly for social progress.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;But I wonder more and more if the first thing shouldn't be to know people by name, to eat and drink with them, to listen to their stories and to tell your own, and to let them know with words, handshakes, and hugs that you do not simply like them, but you truly love them."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;~Henry Nouwen, "Gracias"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8325932958991405112?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8325932958991405112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8325932958991405112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/10/ministry-of-presence.html' title='Ministry of Presence'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4586444322770067185</id><published>2010-08-18T09:14:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-18T09:17:53.129-04:00</updated><title type='text'>nothing</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;There is no greater truth than this:&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;We are His. Unalterably. &amp;nbsp;He loves us. Undyingly. NOTHING can separate us from the love of Christ. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;This verse in Deuteronomy brought tears to my eyes this morning... &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"For you are a people holy to the LORD your God. The LORD your God has chosen you out of all the peoples on the face of the earth to be his people, his treasured possession.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The LORD did not set his affection on you and choose you because you were more numerous than other peoples, for you were the fewest of all peoples.&amp;nbsp;But it was because the LORD loved you and kept the oath he swore to your forefathers that he brought you out with a mighty hand and redeemed you from the land of slavery, from the power of Pharaoh king of Egypt.&amp;nbsp;Know therefore that the LORD &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;your&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; God is God; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commands."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;div style="display: inline !important;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4586444322770067185?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4586444322770067185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4586444322770067185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/nothing.html' title='nothing'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-237105469378347469</id><published>2010-08-16T21:45:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T22:03:33.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'>school again</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Whitefield Academy started school today. &amp;nbsp;I am excited to be able to share my life with high school and middle school kids again. &amp;nbsp;Even though work can be hectic and overwhelming at times, I feel more purposeful and alive doing YOUNGLIFE than I do with anything else. &amp;nbsp;I was reading some quotes from the founder of YOUNGLIFE today... he sums up best what I have the privilege of doing everyday. &amp;nbsp;I love my job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Christ is the strongest, grandest, most attractive personality ever to grace the earth. But a careless messenger with the wrong method can reduce all this magnificence to the level of boredom...It is a crime to bore anyone with the gospel."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Young Life work is the art of penetrating a culture that doesn’t like our Savior."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #420098; font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Young Life is a group of people committed to the idea of winning a hearing with kids for the greatest story ever told."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Young Life Campaign is in the business of presenting the Lord Jesus Christ to the high school gang. We believe that He is the most fascinating Person in the Universe. We believe that He will completely captivate the heart of any young person who knows Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Whenever peopl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;e talk to me about traveling too much or working too hard or running around too much or not taking care of myself, I feel like reminding them of Paul. Why that guy walked farther than I ride on jets....He didn’t care. He was absolutely burning up to see to it that people had a chance to know about Jesus Christ."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: normal normal normal 12px/normal Helvetica; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thank you Lord for calling me to YOUNGLIFE. &amp;nbsp;May you bless this school year and may it be for your glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #420098; font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntS_iUaEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Zy-k_GiVMgg/s1600/38396_10150220596540542_758130541_13466768_6809318_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntS_iUaEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Zy-k_GiVMgg/s400/38396_10150220596540542_758130541_13466768_6809318_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntS_iUaEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Zy-k_GiVMgg/s1600/38396_10150220596540542_758130541_13466768_6809318_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntRLnb9mI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Nm-ciirXTwA/s1600/35833_1427859609434_1021123296_31291818_5265421_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntRLnb9mI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Nm-ciirXTwA/s400/35833_1427859609434_1021123296_31291818_5265421_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-family: Times; font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntRLnb9mI/AAAAAAAAAf0/Nm-ciirXTwA/s1600/35833_1427859609434_1021123296_31291818_5265421_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntOl4nKmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NUBhjfEvg9Q/s1600/34286_973953317630_4922118_56559035_8382486_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="266" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntOl4nKmI/AAAAAAAAAfs/NUBhjfEvg9Q/s400/34286_973953317630_4922118_56559035_8382486_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-237105469378347469?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/237105469378347469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/237105469378347469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/school-again.html' title='school again'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TGntS_iUaEI/AAAAAAAAAf8/Zy-k_GiVMgg/s72-c/38396_10150220596540542_758130541_13466768_6809318_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7638156968367539502</id><published>2010-08-12T10:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T10:32:47.996-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my life in the summer of 2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Summer has been &lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;crazy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've spent 4 weeks at various Younglife camps, three of which were spent cleaning over 35 bathrooms A DAY with 7 high school girls. I've seen so many kids come to know Jesus for the first time. &amp;nbsp;I've spent time at home and time outside of the United States with my family. &amp;nbsp;I've been a bridesmaid in three weddings this summer (all in different states). &amp;nbsp;Forrest has a new amazing job in a new city two hours away. &amp;nbsp;My mom has been diagnosed with thyroid cancer and is heading to Houston in a couple of weeks to meet with doctors there. &amp;nbsp;One of the 13 got married and another got engaged within the last month. &amp;nbsp;I am currently packing my apartment to move to new house down the street. &amp;nbsp;I am still in shock that school and YL clubs are close to getting started. &amp;nbsp;Needless to say... this summer has been &lt;i&gt;crazy&lt;/i&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I am taking time off to rest before I start the school year, I can't help but to think about all the Lord has done this summer. &amp;nbsp;He has been nothing but faithful and loving. &amp;nbsp;His provision has been good. The time I spent with Him has not been great or consistent, but He continues to meet me where I am and love me regardless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently, I am sitting in a chair in my room reading a book. &amp;nbsp;This quote stuck out to me and I want this to be what is said of my life. &amp;nbsp;I want this for my marriage and family one day. &amp;nbsp;I want this for my ministry with Younglife. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"They believe they were created for more than a Christian spin on the American dream. &amp;nbsp;They believe the purpose of their lives is deeper than having a nice job, raising a decent family, living a comfortable life, and tacking church attendance onto the end of it. They believe Jesus has called them to a much higher plane and given them a much greater dream. &amp;nbsp;They believe God has shown them great grace (and many blessings) in order that He might use them to accomplish the glorious, global, God-exalting purpose that has been primary since the beginning of time, and they don't want to settle for anything less than radical abandonment to that purpose."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7638156968367539502?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7638156968367539502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7638156968367539502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/08/my-life-in-summer-of-2010.html' title='my life in the summer of 2010'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-983230225729068608</id><published>2010-06-15T11:01:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-15T11:01:56.068-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Africa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I read this from a blog this morning and I was blown away...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;I spend much of my time in a little slum outside of Jinja called Masese that is heavily populated with Uganda's outcasts, the Karamajong. Those in the community who are not Karamajong are shunned by society for other reasons, extreme poverty or illness or uncleanliness or all of the above. To say that I am in love with the people of this community would be a huge understatment. I do not really even have words to describe the way I cherish these beautiful people. They challenge me, they love me unconditionally, and they allow me to see Jesus in their faces. They have taught me much, one of the biggest lessons being the tension between inefficiency and faithfulness. I want to help them all, to fix all their problems, to successfully find a solution to their horrendous living conditions. &lt;b&gt;But sometimes in an unideal situation there is not an ideal solution.&lt;/b&gt; The projects Amazima has strated in this community, are wonderful, but only meet the needs of some of the people, only scratching the surface of the problems. &lt;b&gt;God assures me this is ok.&lt;/b&gt; If I continue to preach the Gospel and more importanly LIVE the Gospel in this community, though the outward conditions of the people may never change or may change very slowly, but &lt;b&gt;if these people can come with us to Heaven, a few years of suffering will pale in comparrison&lt;/b&gt;. In the mean time, He allows me to see Him in their faces and to love Him in bandaging their wounds and letting their charcoal and mud covered children curl up in my lap."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Trebuchet MS', Trebuchet, Verdana, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I read this and not only think of my time in Uganda two years ago, but I think of my mom and her sickness. &amp;nbsp;I love the part that says &lt;i&gt;"a few years of suffering will pale in comparison"&lt;/i&gt; to eternity with Him. &amp;nbsp;For my mom, a few years of a crippling disease is worth it in light of eternity. &amp;nbsp;For the kids in Africa, a few years of poverty, illness, and sadness, pale in light of knowing Him. &amp;nbsp;Wow. &amp;nbsp;This I know: What a wonderful Savior we have. &amp;nbsp;He makes all things new.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Resurrection is real. Life is more powerful than death. Light can pierce darkness. I may never see the end of horrendous situations on this earth, but Christ has overcome the mess that is this world, and I am humbled to get to witness His salvation and saving grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-983230225729068608?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/983230225729068608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/983230225729068608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/06/africa.html' title='Africa'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1722433755718249352</id><published>2010-06-02T14:07:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2010-06-02T14:14:16.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'>truth</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;R&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;ead these quotes this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We have taken the infinitely glorious Son of God, who endured the infinitely terrible wrath of God and who now reigns as the infinitely worthy Lord of all, and we have reduced Him to a poor puny Savior who is just begging for us to accept Him... surely the gospel evokes unconditional surrender of all that we are and all that we have to all that He is."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"We are saved not just to be forgiven of our sins or to be assured of our eternity in heaven, but we are saved to &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;know God&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;. So we yearn for Him. We want Him so much that we abandon everything else to experience Him. This is the only proper response to the revelation of God in the gospel."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Preach it. &amp;nbsp;Loved this truth this morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And for your viewing pleasure, he are a couple of pictures from this weekend in St. Petersburg, Florida. &amp;nbsp;I went home with Forrest, and it was a great weekend with his mom and his friends. I loved getting to know him better and loved being able to have a fun weekend on the water!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TAac_gSsO_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/2LIVPS-X4-o/s1600/IMG_0155_2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="310" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TAac_gSsO_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/2LIVPS-X4-o/s400/IMG_0155_2.JPG" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TAadDe3QDqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mPjjypIlyXs/s1600/outlaw.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TAadDe3QDqI/AAAAAAAAAfU/mPjjypIlyXs/s400/outlaw.jpg" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1722433755718249352?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1722433755718249352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1722433755718249352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/06/truth.html' title='truth'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/TAac_gSsO_I/AAAAAAAAAfM/2LIVPS-X4-o/s72-c/IMG_0155_2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8822346577911864510</id><published>2010-05-17T10:14:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-17T10:17:37.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>uncertain</title><content type='html'>I've been learning alot about uncertainty lately. &amp;nbsp;People I care about are in uncertain times and heck, I am pretty uncertain about things in my life, too. &amp;nbsp;I love the fact that the Lord is not surprised by anything in our lives. &amp;nbsp;NOTHING. He tells us it is going to be hard and that we might suffer. &amp;nbsp;He even prepares us for the transition. &amp;nbsp;But the truth is that God is OK that we have periods of uncertainty. In John 13: 31-35, Jesus is preparing His disciples for His death;&amp;nbsp;He knew the cruxifiction was going to freak them out. He knew they would be uncertain for awhile. &amp;nbsp;He tells them tough times are ahead. &amp;nbsp;BUT He is OK for His disciples to go through weeks of being unsure and frightened because Jesus knows a resurrection is on the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's the same in my life, too. &amp;nbsp;A season of uncertainty is OK because resurrection and restoration are on the other side. &amp;nbsp;He is at work, and His plans are great. So in my unsureness, Jesus has told me to rest and be OK.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8822346577911864510?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8822346577911864510'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8822346577911864510'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/uncertain.html' title='uncertain'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1363287653716543426</id><published>2010-05-14T16:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T16:45:14.333-04:00</updated><title type='text'>radical</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What in my life doesn't line up with the gospel?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;I asked this question this morning.&amp;nbsp; I do Younglife and hang out with kids ALOT. I give up weekends and nights to do ministry.&amp;nbsp; I give to the church.&amp;nbsp; I have a heart for Africa and the poor. I don't make alot of money.&amp;nbsp; Is it enough though? What if I have missed what is radical about my faith and replaced it with what is comfortable? The cost is high to follow Jesus.&amp;nbsp; Am I willing to abandon it all?&amp;nbsp; We twist the Jesus of the bible into a more comfortable version because we are afraid of what it might mean for our lives. We hear what he says and then we decide whether we like it or not. We give away but we give the stuff we don't really care about, the stuff we can live without.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; min-height: 14.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font: 12.0px Helvetica; margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;What will this mean for me?&amp;nbsp; I have realized that in the end though, I am not giving away anything at all.&amp;nbsp; Instead, I am gaining.&amp;nbsp; I have found something worth losing everything for. It will be better , not just for the poor and for the people I interact with, but for me, when I abandon the stuff I am holding on to. Maybe life is found not in what our culture says is important, but in total abandonment to Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1363287653716543426?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1363287653716543426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1363287653716543426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/05/radical.html' title='radical'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2389797906688148369</id><published>2010-04-26T10:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-26T10:26:55.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>wisdom</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;wisdom&lt;/b&gt;...&amp;nbsp;I pray for wisdom. But what does that really mean for me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God is infinitely wise and that is at the root of all truth. Tozer says, "Wisdom sees &lt;i&gt;everything in focus&lt;/i&gt;, each in proper perspective to all, and is thus able to work toward predestined goals with &lt;i&gt;flawless&lt;/i&gt; precision." From that definition, I learn I can never be wise. &amp;nbsp;I will never see everything in perfect focus and then be able to carry it out with flawless precision. Yep, you heard me... not going to happen. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I can rest in what God is. &amp;nbsp;He is the only wise God. &amp;nbsp;His acts are pure, wise, and good. &amp;nbsp;He has the wisdom to plan things out and the power to carry it out. &amp;nbsp;He says in Isaiah, &lt;b&gt;"I will bring the blind by a way that they knew not; I will lead them in paths that they have not known: I will make darkness light before them, and crooked things straight. These things will I do unto them, and not forsake them."&lt;/b&gt; We can rest in the wisdom of God to guide our lives. &amp;nbsp;We can trust that the wisdom of God is ultimately best. And we can pray for the wisdom of God to consume our lives and calm our anxious hearts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2389797906688148369?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2389797906688148369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2389797906688148369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/wisdom.html' title='wisdom'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4023984282918868964</id><published>2010-04-23T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-23T09:57:59.785-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tozer</title><content type='html'>I am reading an &lt;b&gt;A.W. Tozer&lt;/b&gt; book during my quiet time each morning. &amp;nbsp;The man has the most brilliant quotes. &amp;nbsp;He might have written them long ago, but his wisdom about God is still holy and true. I thought I'd share a few...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"The gravest question before the Church is always God Himself."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"Low views of God destroy the gospel for all who hold them... the essence of idolatry is the entertainment of thoughts about God that are unworthy of Him."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"The yearning to know What cannot be known, to comprehend the Incomprehensible, to touch and taste the Unapproachable, arises from the image of God in the nature of man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"What God declares, the believing hear confesses without the need of further proof."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"We can never know who or what we are till we know at least something of what God is... the fact of God is necessary to the fact of man. Think God away and man has no ground of existence."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"His interest in His creatures arises from His sovereign good pleasure, not from any need those creatures can supply nor from any completeness they can bring Him who is complete in Himself... So, were every man on earth to become atheist, it could not affect God in any way."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"...Yet that God has made us of the stuff of eternity is both a glory yet to be realized and a prophecy yet to be fulfilled."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;"His knowledge of our afflictions and adversaries is more than theoretic; it is personal, warm, and compassionate. &amp;nbsp;What ever may befall us, God knows and cares as no one else can."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4023984282918868964?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4023984282918868964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4023984282918868964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/tozer.html' title='Tozer'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7676998698501533070</id><published>2010-04-19T15:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-19T15:25:37.873-04:00</updated><title type='text'>gaurdrails</title><content type='html'>The Lord puts guardrails (for a mental picture, imagine the things that are found on highways) in our lives, not to RESTRICT us, but to PROTECT us from plunging into something dangerous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S8yt_eCm5QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fFWtHPq3P2k/s1600/highway_guardrails.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="212" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S8yt_eCm5QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fFWtHPq3P2k/s400/highway_guardrails.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has called us to not be foolish. &amp;nbsp;We know the Lord wants for us in our lives, and we choose to live a different life than that. &amp;nbsp;There is much at risk, and we are too careless. We choose things that cause us to loose control or impair our judgement. We are called to set guardrails up not in the danger zone, but several feet before we even get close to harm's way. &amp;nbsp;We are called to be filled with the spirit and to listen to our conscious, even if it places us in an awkward situation. &amp;nbsp;We are called to something great as believers, and it is time that we choose the Lord's will for our daily lives.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7676998698501533070?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7676998698501533070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7676998698501533070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/gaurdrails.html' title='gaurdrails'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S8yt_eCm5QI/AAAAAAAAAfE/fFWtHPq3P2k/s72-c/highway_guardrails.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2286853028826236719</id><published>2010-04-06T16:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-04-06T16:42:06.544-04:00</updated><title type='text'>worry</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Both worry and stress reek of arrogance.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I am consumed by my problems, I actually convey the belief that i think the circumstances in my life are more important than God's command to always rejoice. Worry implies that I don't trust God is big enough, powerful enough, or loving enough to take care of what's happening in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I have been having headaches because of stress, worry, and tension in my life. &amp;nbsp;The last thing I want to be in arrogant. &amp;nbsp;I have a loving, powerful, BIG God who cares about me and my small needs. &amp;nbsp;I am choosing to rejoice in Him, who is bigger than anything I am worrying about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2286853028826236719?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2286853028826236719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2286853028826236719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/04/worry.html' title='worry'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8245327880416842511</id><published>2010-03-30T15:15:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-30T15:16:53.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carlos</title><content type='html'>I had lunch with the sweetest man yesterday. Carlos has recently come on Younglife staff with us, and I have loved getting to know him. He is such a humble servant heart, and the kids at North Atlanta love him. &amp;nbsp;He is always the first to help with anyone in need. He is loyal and faithful. He always addresses our boss as "Mr. Randy" when the rest of us are more casual.&amp;nbsp;His Younglife team threw him a birthday party the other week, and he told us it was the first birthday party anyone ever threw him. &amp;nbsp;&lt;i&gt;He is 32.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S7JNnH1xO-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/fRGQe-du0Oo/s1600/IMG_0063.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S7JNnH1xO-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/fRGQe-du0Oo/s400/IMG_0063.JPG" width="333" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;He has a story like no other I have heard.&amp;nbsp;He lived on the streets.&amp;nbsp;He was in prison. He has been shot at several times. He sold drugs on the streets on San Antonio, Texas. But he said the worst part of the whole thing was his angry heart.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is so hard for me to imagine Carlos this way and living that life. &amp;nbsp;He is truly the definition of "becoming a new creation, where the old is gone and the new has come." He is thankful that his heart is so completely different than it was before, and I am, too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8245327880416842511?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8245327880416842511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8245327880416842511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/carlos.html' title='Carlos'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S7JNnH1xO-I/AAAAAAAAAe8/fRGQe-du0Oo/s72-c/IMG_0063.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6242146917436474782</id><published>2010-03-29T09:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-29T09:48:58.195-04:00</updated><title type='text'>2 things:</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: xx-large;"&gt;2 things:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;First&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt; HAPPY BIRTHDAY, MOM. &amp;nbsp;I love you dearly, and I love that I get another year with you as my mother. &amp;nbsp;Your faith and strength amaze me. &amp;nbsp;I am blessed to not only call you mom, but friend.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S7CucS339II/AAAAAAAAAe0/wrx7qtbhcXo/s1600/mom.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="263" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S7CucS339II/AAAAAAAAAe0/wrx7qtbhcXo/s400/mom.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Courier New', Courier, monospace;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;Second,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; here are two verses that AMAZE me about the character of God. There is no need for me to explain anything about them. He is good.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Not one word from the Lord's good promises to the House of Israel has failed; everyone was fulfilled." Joshua 21:45&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"BEFORE they call, I will answer." Isaiah 65:24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6242146917436474782?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6242146917436474782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6242146917436474782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/2-things.html' title='2 things:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S7CucS339II/AAAAAAAAAe0/wrx7qtbhcXo/s72-c/mom.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8768422607427899385</id><published>2010-03-28T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-28T22:47:43.769-04:00</updated><title type='text'>On Palm Sunday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #333333; font-family: Georgia, serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 20px;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Obedience is a choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And I have tried so hard to make that choice for my life lately.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I know the truth that The Lord blesses obedience, and I am praising Him tonight because I have seen that so clearly. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has given good things to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He has something better for my life, even though I have tried for so long to cling to the things that don't give me life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He knows best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;He is best.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;From a song that has been my favorite over the past month:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"I'm running to your arms, the riches of your love will always be enough. Nothing compares to your embrace...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are more than my words will ever say...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;You are God, of all else I am letting go...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;My heart will sing no other name."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8768422607427899385?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8768422607427899385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8768422607427899385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/on-palm-sunday.html' title='On Palm Sunday'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5507415123876144269</id><published>2010-03-26T09:55:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-26T09:58:26.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'>video</title><content type='html'>What an awesome video on the gooddness of God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/9796056"&gt;http://vimeo.com/9796056&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5507415123876144269?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5507415123876144269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5507415123876144269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/video.html' title='video'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7989444579406068826</id><published>2010-03-25T10:06:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-25T10:06:19.745-04:00</updated><title type='text'>famous</title><content type='html'>My Younglife kids are awesome/famous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cbsatlanta.com/video/22926459/index.html"&gt;http://www.cbsatlanta.com/video/22926459/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7989444579406068826?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7989444579406068826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7989444579406068826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/famous.html' title='famous'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5423631440384876716</id><published>2010-03-22T14:03:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-22T14:08:02.649-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jenni</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;I went to a wedding this weekend in Dallas. &amp;nbsp;Jenni Berryhill is a good friend, and I knew her wedding would be a holy time. &amp;nbsp;She walked down the aisle to the song below, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;O, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;, which describes what it will be like when Jesus comes back for His bride. &amp;nbsp;Seeing her walk down the aisle to meet Paul brought tears to my ears; they are a couple who is pure in heart and has made Jesus their goal. It was a beautiful sight and was such a clear representation of Jesus coming after His pure bride, us, the church. &amp;nbsp;Oh, glorious day when Jesus returns for us. &amp;nbsp;Oh, glorious day that He has set us apart and made us clean.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: auto;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;One day when Heaven&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Is filled with His praises&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana; font-size: 13px;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day when sin was as black as could be&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Jesus came forth to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Be born of a virgin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He dwelt among men, my example is He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Living He loved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dying He saved me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Buried He carried my sins far away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rising He justified&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Freely forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day He's coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day they led Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Up calvary's mountain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day they nailed Him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;To die on a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Suffering anguish&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Despised and rejected&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Bearing our sins, my Redeemer is He&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day the grave could conceal Him no longer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day the stone rolled away from the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Then He arose o'er&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Death He had conquered&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Now is ascended&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My lord evermore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;[Chorus]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day the trumpet will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sound for His coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day the skies with His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Glories will shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Wonderful day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My beloved was bringing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Glorious Savior this Jesus is mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Oh, Glorious Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day the trumpet will&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Sound for His coming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One day the skies with His&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Glories will shine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5423631440384876716?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5423631440384876716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5423631440384876716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/jenni.html' title='Jenni'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8498300763557125767</id><published>2010-03-21T21:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-21T21:47:59.205-04:00</updated><title type='text'>suffering</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Thought this was cool about suffering:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Think of the Israelites in slavery in Egypt...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Before their exodus, the Lord had them ask the Egyptians for treasure. The Lord caused&amp;nbsp; the Egyptians to have favor on the Israelites, so the Egyptians handed over their treasured possessions to them.&amp;nbsp; And it was these treasures that the Israelites used to make the tabernacle, God's dwelling place. His home among them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it had not been for the slavery, they would not have had the treasure. Slavery is not the way we seek treasure. It doesn't make sense to our way of thinking. But as we follow the Lord, we see places in our lives. Places that are dark but yield light. Places he uses suffering to bring us and make us into His great treasure.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8498300763557125767?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8498300763557125767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8498300763557125767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/suffering.html' title='suffering'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1286386455875918783</id><published>2010-03-15T15:28:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:46:42.553-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke 15</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Luke 15: 11-24.&amp;nbsp;A familiar story. &amp;nbsp;Some unfamiliar truths I learned at church this Sunday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25592" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;11&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus continued: "There was a man who had two sons.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25593" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The younger one said to his father, 'Father, give me my share of the estate.' &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So he divided his property between &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;t&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;hem.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25594" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"Not long after that, the younger son got together all he had, set off for a distant country and there squandered his wealth in wild living.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25595" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;After he had spent everything, there was a severe famine in that whole country, and he began to be in need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25596" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;15&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So he went and hired himself out to a citizen of that country, who sent him to his fields to feed &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;pigs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25597" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;16&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He longed to fill his stomach with the pods that the pigs were eating, but no one gave him anything.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25598" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"When he came to his senses, he said, 'How many of my father's hired men have food to spare, and here I am starving to death!&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25599" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I will set out and go back to my father and say to him: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25600" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;I am no longer worthy to be called your son; make me like one of your hired men.'&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25601" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;So he got up and went to his father.&amp;nbsp;"But while he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was filled with compassion for him; he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; to his son, threw his arms around him and kissed him.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25602" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"The son said to him, 'Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I am no longer worthy to be called your son.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25603" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;22&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"But the father said to his servants, 'Quick! Bring the best robe and put it on him. Put a ring on his finger and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;sandals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt; on his feet.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25604" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;23&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-25605" style="font-weight: bold; line-height: normal; vertical-align: text-top;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;24&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;For this son of mine was dead and is alive again; he was lost and is found.' So they began to celebrate."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;So he divided his property between them:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;During this time, no son would have ever asked this question. He basically was saying to his father that He wanted him dead. &amp;nbsp;And no father during this time would have responded the way the father did in the parable. &amp;nbsp;It would have been more common for the father and the community as a whole to beat the son, shun him, and drive him out of town. The son was bringing the ultimate shame not only on himself, but on his family (and their reputation) by asking for his money. &amp;nbsp;The father was bringing shame to his family name (one that generations after generations had labored to create) on himself by responding the way he did.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;PIGS:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: black;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;It was unclean for a jewish person to touch a pig, so the son was doing the most unclean job in the eyes of the culture. &amp;nbsp;He was also starving to death. &amp;nbsp;Suffering was his greatest teacher.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: red;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;RAN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; It was a shame for a man to run in Israel doing this time. &amp;nbsp;The father running to reach His son was bringing more shame on Himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: #3d85c6;"&gt;Sandals:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt; only an honored son wore scandals. &amp;nbsp;The rest of the people (including the hired hands) in the house would have been barefoot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1286386455875918783?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1286386455875918783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1286386455875918783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/luke-15.html' title='Luke 15'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3726975457466368596</id><published>2010-03-12T11:08:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T15:32:12.950-04:00</updated><title type='text'>singleness</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;So I started reading a book the other night, partly for myself and partly to get insight for my high school campaigner group. &amp;nbsp;&lt;b&gt;"I Kissed Dating Goodbye"&lt;/b&gt; is a radical title to a book, but it has a lot of truth to it. Sure, its written for teenagers and can be a bit cheesy, but I needed to hear some things, too.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Short-term dating can tie us down. &amp;nbsp;If the Lord has me in this season for a reason, He wants me to maximize my freedom and flexibility to serve Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;Our obedience catches God's attention (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;2 Chronicles 16:9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;). &amp;nbsp;He denies us what we think is good only because He has something better for us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HE HASN'T FORGOTTEN ME&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;He provides something better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;NOW&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; as we take advantage of the unique opportunities of singleness, and He'll provided something better &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;LATER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; when we enter into marriage. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;God will bring us something &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; when it is the right time. &amp;nbsp;I trust that since I am single now, it is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;BETTER&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; for me and my faith. &amp;nbsp;In the end, His perfect timing will be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;If we are discontented with singleness, we'll more than likely face discontentment when we're married.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;We might be guilty of poor stewardship of our singleness when we allow a desire for something God obviously doesn't have for us &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;YET&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; to rob our ability to enjoy and appreciate what He &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt;HAS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"&gt; given us.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Wow... preach it, Joshua Harris. &amp;nbsp;I pray my time (and gift) of singleness bring Him glory.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-3726975457466368596?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3726975457466368596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3726975457466368596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/singleness.html' title='singleness'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7646864147543617877</id><published>2010-03-10T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T22:28:38.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>obedience</title><content type='html'>&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-large;"&gt;"You are not being obedient."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Those were the words I heard the Lord say to me today.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Disobedience is what I do when my heart is not satisfied.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Satan tries to keep me in places the Lord has told me to leave.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;But the Lord is not content to let me live with the things that do not bring me life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And obedience is a choice.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;My&lt;/i&gt; choice.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;It is walking in the light, and it is not burdensome.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The Lord blesses obedience. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;And at the end of the day, I am resting in the fact that for the first time in months, I was obedient. &amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7646864147543617877?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7646864147543617877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7646864147543617877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/obedience.html' title='obedience'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6033069454503469017</id><published>2010-03-04T14:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T14:44:00.717-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interview</title><content type='html'>I'm walking into an interview. &amp;nbsp;My hands are sweating. &amp;nbsp;Im nervous. My stomach hurts. &amp;nbsp;I know the Lord has ordained this and is going before me. &amp;nbsp;I can't wait to see what He is going to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep remembering my high school speech teacher saying, "Slow down. &amp;nbsp;Think of your answers before you spit something stupid out." &amp;nbsp;I am taking her advice and praying my words make some sort of sense :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord, be in this decision. &amp;nbsp;Be in this meeting. &amp;nbsp;Be in every area in my life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6033069454503469017?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6033069454503469017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6033069454503469017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/03/interview.html' title='interview'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4643746361701344593</id><published>2010-02-26T15:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:49:13.738-05:00</updated><title type='text'>purity</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I have pursued purity (in all forms) for most of my adult life, and I tell (so many times) the high school and middle school girls I get to know to remain pure in body, heart, and mind. &amp;nbsp;It has not been easy at times and &amp;nbsp;it would be much easier to go down a different path along with the majority of people. &amp;nbsp;I was thinking today, though, why exactly is purity such a big deal? &amp;nbsp;Why does it make me want to cry when I hear stories of girls being careless with their purity? &amp;nbsp;Why does this word stir my heart so much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;And I realized that purity is not just something physical we abstain from, it has to do with seeing God. &amp;nbsp;"Blessed are the pure in heart, for they shall see God." &amp;nbsp;George Whitefield said, "He who is most pure in heart, shall hereafter enjoy the clearest vision of God." Those who give themselves away outside of marriage forfeit a depth of pleasure that only those know who wait for the Lord. &amp;nbsp;Our sight of God in the present is clouded by all impurity.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;So why is it a big deal? &amp;nbsp;Because it has to do with seeing God. &amp;nbsp;And in seeing God, we are living the way we were created to live.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4643746361701344593?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4643746361701344593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4643746361701344593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/purity.html' title='purity'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3133360870787615054</id><published>2010-02-25T14:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:12:34.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>king</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This was something cool I was reading this morning...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In 1 Samuel 8, the Israelites were asking Samuel to give them a king. &amp;nbsp;Samuel says in return, "Your wickedness is great, which you have done in the sight of the Lord, in asking for a king." It was a sin for the people to ask for a King because in asking for a king, they were rejecting God as their king.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;But here is the cool part...&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;In the same period when it was a "great wickedness" to ask for a King, God was preparing to give the people a king in the story of Ruth. &amp;nbsp;Both (asking for a King and the birth of Obed, David's great grandfather) were happening at the same time. &amp;nbsp;God governs the sinful acts of men for His own good and wise purposes. &amp;nbsp;God had mercy on the people and made their sinful act serve His eternal purposes- that there would be a kingly line and that His son would be the glorious climax of that line. &amp;nbsp;So cool that what we mean for harm, the Lord uses for His good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-3133360870787615054?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3133360870787615054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3133360870787615054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/king.html' title='king'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1830932303725052599</id><published>2010-02-24T15:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:14:04.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sweet and bitter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4WPSBNKHbI/AAAAAAAAAds/mjbVyscqruA/s1600/A_Sweet_And_Bitter_Providence_large.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4WPSBNKHbI/AAAAAAAAAds/mjbVyscqruA/s320/A_Sweet_And_Bitter_Providence_large.jpg" width="270" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;I just finished an amazing book, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;A Sweet and Bitter Providence&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;by John Piper.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Here is the truth I learned... &amp;nbsp;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Times;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In all of the setbacks of our lives, God is plotting for our joy. &amp;nbsp;God is in all the strange turns. &amp;nbsp;He is not just showing up after the trouble to cleanup. &amp;nbsp;He is plotting and managing the course with far-reaching purposes for our good and His glory. &amp;nbsp;It does not speak well of our faith if we doubt His love or if we become angry at God when He ordains pain in our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;God is doing a 1000 things that we do not know. And they are meant for our good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;The story of Ruth shows that God is at work in the darkest of times for the good of His people. &amp;nbsp;The pains of life are not exceptions to God's love for His children. &amp;nbsp;They are expressions of His love. &amp;nbsp;The best is yet to come because He is at work in the darkest of times. The Lord wants us to know that when we follow Him, our lives always mean more than we think they do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;In the darkest of times, rest. Our pain has a loving and wise and all-powerful purpose behind it that is better than any other view- weak God, cruel God, bumbling God, no God. &amp;nbsp;To know that in His hands "this light momentary affliction is preparing for us an eternal weight of glory beyond all comparison" (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;2 Corinthians 4:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;) is reassuring. &amp;nbsp;There is a great point in knowing that God is sovereign over the pain and pleasure of our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1830932303725052599?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1830932303725052599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1830932303725052599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/sweet-and-bitter.html' title='sweet and bitter'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4WPSBNKHbI/AAAAAAAAAds/mjbVyscqruA/s72-c/A_Sweet_And_Bitter_Providence_large.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7646710498336843228</id><published>2010-02-22T11:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T17:14:31.025-05:00</updated><title type='text'>windy gap</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This weekend was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &amp;nbsp;I was amazed by grace and what it can look like when presented to a group of kids who have never heard the message before.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This weekend was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &amp;nbsp;I was reminded of the contrast of darkness and light. &amp;nbsp;I was reminded that there is a battle being waged for the souls of middle school kids and that the Lord is fighting for them.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K24pGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XpklF9l2G0A/s1600-h/23944_1231241067153_1412917658_30576944_5784944_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K24pGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XpklF9l2G0A/s400/23944_1231241067153_1412917658_30576944_5784944_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This weekend was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &amp;nbsp;Relationships were strengthened with girls I love. &amp;nbsp;We danced together. &amp;nbsp;Stayed up until four in the morning together. &amp;nbsp;Ate a bunch of junk food together. &amp;nbsp;And talked about what it means to follow Jesus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This weekend was amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &amp;nbsp;I was almost brought to tears when I saw volunteer leaders and high school leaders loving my kids so well. &amp;nbsp;I feel such a burden for these kids, and I felt that it was lifted off of me when I saw leaders selflessly loving kids.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K1w60xiNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BYEeBhrm0HI/s1600-h/23944_1231242067178_1412917658_30576957_7939856_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K1w60xiNI/AAAAAAAAAcM/BYEeBhrm0HI/s400/23944_1231242067178_1412917658_30576957_7939856_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;This weekend was amazin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt;g.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"&gt; &amp;nbsp;400 kids heard the gospel and had a blast. &amp;nbsp;Windy Gap was beautiful. Relationships were formed. &amp;nbsp;I saw the Lord. I am encouraged.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K10EE4VRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/B6WeWTFQxW8/s1600-h/23944_1231240467138_1412917658_30576939_395875_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="300" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K10EE4VRI/AAAAAAAAAcU/B6WeWTFQxW8/s400/23944_1231240467138_1412917658_30576939_395875_n.jpg" width="400" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7646710498336843228?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7646710498336843228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7646710498336843228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/windy-gap.html' title='windy gap'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S4K24pGM9SI/AAAAAAAAAcc/XpklF9l2G0A/s72-c/23944_1231241067153_1412917658_30576944_5784944_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2525293707566298492</id><published>2010-02-13T11:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:26:58.929-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thought:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large; font-weight: bold;"&gt;God has an unwavering commitment to His own glory.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It is God's righteousness to stand by His name.  In the darkest of times, God is plotting for His glory. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But His glory is our best.  So today, I am pleading God's value as the source of my hope. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2525293707566298492?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2525293707566298492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2525293707566298492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/thought.html' title='thought:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-262859953341140771</id><published>2010-02-10T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T16:06:53.861-05:00</updated><title type='text'>this week</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Difficulty is the very atmosphere of miracle."&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I heard this yesterday in my staff meeting, and I could apply it to so many areas of my life.  Here are two: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One: I had the worst Wyldlife club I have ever had on Tuesday night. The kids were out of control, and we made a mess of the basement... I wanted to cry!  As the night came to a close though, I realized that this moment might be a difficult one, but I am thankful to serve a God who is working out His purpose in the midst of chaos. He is working out the salvation of each kid in that room; His timing is one of patience. He is so very patient with those kids and with me.  He is working a miracle each day at Pace in the hearts of these kids, even though sometimes all I see is the difficulty.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Two: I was pulling up to bible study on Monday night and hit the curb... I popped 2 tires.  Yep, 2.  I had already had a crappy day and as a burst into tears, I felt the Lord reminding me He was in control.  I was in front of my biblestudy home, and the parents immediately came to help me.  They called tire places, helped me figure out what to do, and drove me to follow the tow truck.  The dad was so selfless.  He had a long day at work, but he refused to leave me by myself.  He sat with me for over an hour waiting for my car to get fixed.  It was a difficult Monday, but in the midst of it, the Lord was working.  His story did not end with my busting my tires... it ended with Him providing for me and sending people to help when I needed someone.  It was not a fun situation to be in, but His provision was sweet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-border-horizontal-spacing: 2px; -webkit-border-vertical-spacing: 2px; border-collapse: collapse;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He can use any hard time for His glory, even the most mundane yet difficult Monday and Tuesday nights in my life. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-262859953341140771?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/262859953341140771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/262859953341140771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/this-week.html' title='this week'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-265462925445075004</id><published>2010-02-08T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T13:16:24.127-05:00</updated><title type='text'>restless.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I am restless today.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to do something. Something big.  Something unimaginable.  I want to fly to Italy, Colorado, New York, Dallas, Israel, or London.  I want to discover things that are new.  I want to love and serve.  I want the feeling that comes with traveling and learning.  I want to walk around a place I've never been.  I want to make a difference, and I want to be changed.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;What in the world am I suppose to do with all of that?? And why in the heck do I feel this way? I am praying for a content heart.  I have no clue what else to pray today to help me get through the mundane tasks of a Monday.  Lord, do something.  Stir my heart. Move me. Help me see your goodness and your story within a boring weekday in Atlanta, GA.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-265462925445075004?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/265462925445075004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/265462925445075004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/restless.html' title='restless.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8465919489506441642</id><published>2010-02-03T09:57:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:55:27.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>pictures by Jess</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Couple more lake pictures...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPByFS6EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QJEvTxRN9Cs/s1600-h/lake_headshots_straight2.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031686185838658" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPByFS6EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QJEvTxRN9Cs/s400/lake_headshots_straight2.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPfMU-VfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1bXB4LQcjHQ/s1600-h/13%2332.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434032191447127538" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPfMU-VfI/AAAAAAAAAZ8/1bXB4LQcjHQ/s400/13%2332.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 267px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPCKzn6HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/f9Tra1wszL8/s1600-h/lake_headshots_straight3.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031692822603890" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPCKzn6HI/AAAAAAAAAZc/f9Tra1wszL8/s400/lake_headshots_straight3.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPC56UBuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/c4U1GSL7Zsw/s1600-h/13%2312.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031705467127522" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPC56UBuI/AAAAAAAAAZ0/c4U1GSL7Zsw/s400/13%2312.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 400px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 267px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPCXle0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PzDaL7QsCAo/s1600-h/lake_headshots_straight5.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5434031696252948738" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPCXle0QI/AAAAAAAAAZk/PzDaL7QsCAo/s400/lake_headshots_straight5.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 320px; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8465919489506441642?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8465919489506441642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8465919489506441642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/02/pictures-by-jess.html' title='pictures by Jess'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2mPByFS6EI/AAAAAAAAAZU/QJEvTxRN9Cs/s72-c/lake_headshots_straight2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6059279865534427992</id><published>2010-01-31T10:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-02-26T15:54:53.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BFF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;Meet my best friends...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; color: #0000ee;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5432921729059221842" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2WdhxkTcVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4_RfUmS6W7k/s400/13%237.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; display: block; height: 278px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; margin-top: 0px; text-align: center; width: 400px;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"&gt;I love them!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;(pictures by Jessica Rawlings)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6059279865534427992?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6059279865534427992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6059279865534427992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/bff.html' title='BFF'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/S2WdhxkTcVI/AAAAAAAAAZE/4_RfUmS6W7k/s72-c/13%237.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2225838485464661509</id><published>2010-01-27T13:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T14:09:59.051-05:00</updated><title type='text'>light.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I feel like I've been MIA lately with this blog, but it has been a busy few weeks. From weekly clubs to skiing in Colorado to a long lake weekend with the 13, it has already been a great 2010.  Hannah has been on TV (and did amazing... here is the link: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/videos/kidfriendly-living-space/48584.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.hgtv.com/videos/kidfriendly-living-space/48584.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;l ) and Laura has gotten engaged.  Big year ahead for us!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;One of my favorite new things of this year is a small group I am in on Thursday nights.  Over 30 girls meet together in a home to hear the truth.  It has been awesome, and I have already learned so much.  I was apprehensive about joining because it would involve me giving up the only night I have free during the week.  However, I also know I need to be challenged and held accountable for things in my life.  I need Godly community.  So I joined.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I read the other morning this quote, and I pray this for my life... "His goodness is to be our experience even when surrounded by things that do not speak of His goodness."  We have talked lately about being a daughter of the light.  Darkness is disorienting and I have felt that lately, so this teaching has been so relevant to exactly where I am.  I have chosen at times darkness over His light and way, and it is so damaging when I do that because I'll miss seeing His goodness.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My prayer for my life is to wake up and dwell in the expectancy to see the Lord's goodness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2225838485464661509?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2225838485464661509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2225838485464661509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/light.html' title='light.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6182460534644880489</id><published>2010-01-20T13:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-20T13:20:30.661-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Hannah (one of my best friends) is on TV this weekend...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://neighborsgo.com/index.php?page_id=1000&amp;amp;site_page_id=301&amp;amp;post_id=18271&amp;amp;sblog_id=878"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;http://neighborsgo.com/index.php?page_id=1000&amp;amp;site_page_id=301&amp;amp;post_id=18271&amp;amp;sblog_id=878&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  color: rgb(128, 128, 128); font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Everyone set your DVR's! It will be on HGTV this Saturday at 2:30 (1:30 central)! So proud of her!!! Here is more about her episode of First Time Design: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="text-align: center;color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="GenericStory_Message" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: normal; overflow-x: hidden; overflow-y: hidden; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/first-time-design/kid-friendly-living-space-with-fresh-modern-vibe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;http://www.hgtv.com/first-time-design/ki&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/first-time-design/kid-friendly-living-space-with-fresh-modern-vibe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;d-friendly-living-space-with-fresh-moder&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="word_break" style="display: block; float: left; margin-left: -10px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/first-time-design/kid-friendly-living-space-with-fresh-modern-vibe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="-webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.hgtv.com/first-time-design/kid-friendly-living-space-with-fresh-modern-vibe/index.html"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;n-vibe/index.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6182460534644880489?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6182460534644880489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6182460534644880489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/hannah.html' title='hannah'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8965336025134740348</id><published>2010-01-06T14:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T14:31:16.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'>passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium; "&gt;I just finished the passion series (online since I'm too cheap to pay for the actual conference downtown) and there were so many quotable moments.  Here are a few:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Louie:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"I want to trade in something small, my life, for something huge, His story."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Sickness for God's Glory.  There is a bigger story going on.  It isn't that He doesn't care."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Beth Moore:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;""If God permitted something hard, He is using it.  He is using our past to equip us.  He would have said no to something that He wasn't using to bring Himself glory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Francis Chan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"We think that no matter what we hear, experience, or see, we are not changing.  We instead choose the sin or bitterness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Some Jews saw Lazarus raised from the dead and didn't believe.  They had their minds made up about Jesus.  We are the same and we need a reminder." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Scripture says He has given us everything we need to live a Godly life, so whose fault is it when we mess up? God gave us a new nature; we have to walk away from sin.  We are slaves to righteousness."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;John Piper (gotta think deep with these below):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Do we love God for His God-centeredness or for our man-centeredness? We should love God's commitment to God and not His to man."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"We don't have to choose between God getting glory and our joy because the apex of His glory is our joy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"You weren't made to be somebody.  You were made to know somebody."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Self-forgetfulness in the presence of majesty is the capstone of joy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"If Jesus is more glorious than anything, what better thing could He ask from us than for us to bring Him glory."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"If God doesn't value His glory, He is a sinner and unrighteous.  God's praise is not because He has a needy ego.  It is for our benefit and our joy."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8965336025134740348?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8965336025134740348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8965336025134740348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/passion.html' title='passion'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7023957270274551367</id><published>2010-01-02T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:40:30.999-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2010</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here is a blog Erin sent me today.  This girl recapped 2009 so beautifully and it parallels my life in so many ways.  She says it so well, that I am just attaching her blog post instead of my own.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://annieblogs.com/2009/12/30/2009-the-year-i-refused-to-recap/"&gt;http://annieblogs.com/2009/12/30/2009-the-year-i-refused-to-recap/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Here's to 2010. To God's Goodness. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To His faithfulness for another year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;To His faithfulness in the year passed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7023957270274551367?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7023957270274551367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7023957270274551367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2010/01/2010.html' title='2010'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6013351130971613820</id><published>2009-12-24T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-25T00:05:05.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hark!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;I want to sing this at the top of my lungs tonight:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.lala.com/#song/576742246398721895"&gt;http://www.lala.com/#song/576742246398721895&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Hail the heav'n-born Prince of Peace! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 20px; "&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Hail the Son of Righteousness! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Light and life to all He brings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Ris'n with healing in His wings &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Mild He lays His glory by &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  font-weight: bold; font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Born that man no more may die &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:georgia, serif;font-size:medium;"&gt;Born to raise the sons of earth &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-size:medium;"&gt;Born to give them second birth. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Hark! The herald angels sing, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Glory to the newborn King."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;"Born that man no more may die."   &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: normal; "&gt;I hope these words touch your heart on this Christmas Eve night. I hope it makes your heart sing. Glory to the newborn King!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6013351130971613820?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6013351130971613820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6013351130971613820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/hark.html' title='hark!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7600003725864527310</id><published>2009-12-24T12:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-24T12:36:52.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>history writing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;In ancient history writing, writers would leave gaps in a genealogy account to make a person look good. Matthew's gospel story didn't.  He has made people today question why Jesus' geneology is what it is. Men where only in genealogy accounts typically, but he mentioned women (Tamar, Rahab, Bathsheba) who didn't have a great reputation.  Why is he telling all the bad? Why not skip over it? Most did.  What is his point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? Because Matthew was with Jesus 3 years, and Matthew knew that all these "bad" people were the point of the story he was about to tell.  He knew it was a story about light coming into darkness. Forgiveness over condemnation.  And it was Matthew's story, too. He was a tax collector, lower than a sinner. He saw Jesus seek out sinners over and over again, so he was sure not to leave any out of his genealogy account. They reflected why Jesus came in the first place. The rules had changed, and I've come to realize that failures and sinners are the point of Christmas in the first place.  They are why the story is told each year. Jesus came to not call the righteous but the sinners. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7600003725864527310?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7600003725864527310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7600003725864527310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/history-writing.html' title='history writing'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1157084352800503016</id><published>2009-12-21T18:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-21T18:43:02.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>perfect timing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;As I sat in Church last night in Mobile, the Lord spoke to my heart.  Tears came to my eyes when I heard Him speak, saying, "Turner, little one, my timing is perfect."  I had forgotten that characteristic of God...  That all things happen by God at the right time.  It is not that He has forgotten about me or placed me on hold.  He has a plan and has perfect timing.  He is not indifferent or slow to speak.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I bet the people in Israel 2o1o years ago thought that, too.  They hadn't heard from God in 400 years!  Not a peep.  No voice. No burning bush. No prophets.  The Messiah was nowhere to be found.  I bet they thought He has forgotten them and His promises.  Isaiah had predicted this King coming, but where was He?  At the right time, He sent His son to the world.  In a manger.  I bet they weren't expecting a baby by a lowly Jewish girl either.  Jesus was exactly who Isaiah said He was though.  The world was in need of a Savior and the Lord's plan, which was made before the foundation of the world, came at the most perfect time. The stars aligned at the perfect time.  He came at the perfect time. He was perfect.  And He came at the perfect time last night and spoke to my heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1157084352800503016?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1157084352800503016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1157084352800503016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/perfect-timing.html' title='perfect timing'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8522784680859522021</id><published>2009-12-18T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:47:43.909-05:00</updated><title type='text'>gospel of GRACE</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I read this passage this morning from Acts 20.  Paul is telling  the elders in Ephesus goodbye for the last time:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"... the Holy Spirit warns me that prison and hardships are facing me. However, I consider my life worth nothing to me, if only I way finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me- the task of testifying to the gospel of God's &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;grace.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Paul's life was to testify to the gospel of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  And I pray for that same thing this morning.  The gospel of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;in my life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;  Not self-righteousness.  Not judgment.  Not legalism.  Not doing the "right" thing. But the gospel of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  May my lips be fast to speak &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.  And may my heart be at rest with the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He has extended me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8522784680859522021?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8522784680859522021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8522784680859522021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/gospel-of-grace.html' title='gospel of GRACE'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7706790502624258297</id><published>2009-12-16T14:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T11:39:12.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top books I've read in 2009:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In no particular order:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1) "The North Face of God" by Ken Gire.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;2) "Crazy Love" and "Forgotten God" by Francis Chan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;3) "A Long Way Gone" by Ishmael Beah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;4) "Left to Tell" by Immaculee Ilibagiza&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;5) "Same Kind of Different as Me" by Ron Hall and Denver Moore&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;6) "Where the River Ends" by Charles Martin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;7) "Nineteen Minutes" and "My Sister's Keeper" by Jodi Picoult&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;8) "Furious Longing of God" by Brennan Manning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;9) "Kite Runner" and "A Thousand Splendid Suns" by Khaled Hosseini&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;10) "The Time Traveler's Wife" by Audrey Niffenegger&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Books I want to conquer in 2010:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Harry Potter books (yes, all of them), "What Difference Do it Makes?" by Ron Hall and Denver Moore, "Three Cups of Tea" by Greg Mortenson, and "The Help" by Kathryn Stockett&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7706790502624258297?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7706790502624258297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7706790502624258297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/top-10-books-i-read-in-2009.html' title='Top books I&apos;ve read in 2009:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6525279456223138148</id><published>2009-12-15T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-18T13:37:34.798-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hannah</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I was reading in the beginning of I Samuel this morning the story of Hannah's desperation to have a child.  I am sure some of you are familiar with this story- Hannah's "womb had been closed" and she was desperate for a child.  In those days, a woman's worth was in her ability to have children and her  husband's other wife was ridiculously fertile (which didn't help matters for Hannah)!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a reference referring to another verse that coordinates with this passage that I looked up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Genesis 50:20-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;"But Joseph said to them... "You intended to harm me, but God intended it for good to accomplish what is now being done- the saving of many lives."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I was reading the above Scripture, I thought about the fact that Hannah's womb was not just barren, it had been closed, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;reserved &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;by a Sovereign God. I liken myself to Hannah in this story.  We each have a struggle to have what seems to be the strongest desire of our hearts- what we were made for.  For Hannah, it was to be a mother.  For me, it is to be married and have a family.  Hannah was not aimlessly waiting, God had closed her womb on purpose, for a time.  The verses say that this was not "to harm" her, it was purposeful- so that many would be saved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;My hope is that this season of my life, and yours, would not be one that is "saved" during which its purposes are not fulfilled.  My prayer is that "many will be saved" through this time in our lives.  May we continue to run hard after the Lord, use this time well, and bring others to know the Lord more intimately!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6525279456223138148?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6525279456223138148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6525279456223138148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-was-reading-in-beginning-of-i-samuel.html' title='hannah'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2308590579316526052</id><published>2009-12-14T15:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:26:26.882-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rachel and Ryan!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Rachel and Ryan are engaged!  She sent me this link this morning, and I couldn't help but share it.  So sweet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2rE6WPMNJs"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_2rE6WPMNJs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2308590579316526052?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2308590579316526052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2308590579316526052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/rachel-and-ryan.html' title='Rachel and Ryan!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2640104631657953730</id><published>2009-12-14T10:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T10:58:03.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Luke 2:14:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Glory to God in the highest and on earth peace to men in whom His favor rests."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;This was said as prophecy to a bunch of shepherds regarding Jesus' birth.  They probably had no clue what the angel was even talking about.  Peace to men?  Bold statement.  How could that be? They were mere shepherds.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But the amazing thing is that God could &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;promise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; peace to men on earth because He knew he was about to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;remove&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; the obstacle to peace, sin, by sending His son.  Jesus was sent to remove sin once and for all, so that we could have peace.  Peace only came because of what Jesus did.  But it came.  To all men, even shepherds. And it came when the world needed it the most.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2640104631657953730?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2640104631657953730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2640104631657953730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/peace.html' title='peace'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-217229498213101176</id><published>2009-12-13T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T22:56:17.072-05:00</updated><title type='text'>king David</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;2 Samuel 7 says this:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;""Now then, tell my servant David, 'This is what the LORD Almighty says: I took you from the pasture and from following the flock to be ruler over my people Israel. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8190"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I have been with you wherever you have gone, and I have cut off all your enemies from before you. Now I will make your name great, like the names of the greatest men of the earth... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8193"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; When your days are over and you rest with your fathers, I will raise up your offspring to succeed you, who will come from your own body, and I will establish his kingdom. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8194"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;13&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; He is the one who will build a house for my Name, and I will establish the throne of his kingdom forever. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8195"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; I will be his father, and he will be my son. When he does wrong, I will punish him with the rod of men, with floggings inflicted by men. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8196"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;1&lt;i&gt;5&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;But my love will never be taken away from him, as I took it away from Saul, whom I removed from before you. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-8197"  style=" line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; font-size:0.65em;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;16&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;i&gt; Your house and your kingdom will endure forever before me; your throne will be established forever.'&lt;/i&gt; "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GOD KEEPS HIS PROMISES:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;The Lord was with David. (v 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He didn't leave when David sinned. (v 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;He has made His name great. (v 9)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Solomon was King and built the temple. (v 13)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Jesus came. From the lineage of David.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;Born in the "town of David."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;And His reign in forever. (v 16)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;GOD KEEPS HIS PROMISES.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;  The above verse was prophecy 3000 years ago and it has clearly been fulfilled.  God keeps His promises despite our sin or what we do.  David was unworthy, but the only reason we know his name today is because of the mercy of God.  Not by His righteousness, but because the Lord keeps His promises. The Matthew 1 genealogy account says, "David was the father of Solomon, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;whose mother had been Uriah's wife (the man David had killed)...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;"&gt;"  Matthew is even reminding us in the early chapters of the gospel that David sinned and was unrighteous; yet, he is also reminding us that the Lord kept His unconditional promise.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-217229498213101176?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/217229498213101176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/217229498213101176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/king-david.html' title='king David'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-8549830241011762688</id><published>2009-12-11T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:56:03.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God isn't hard to find.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I remember sitting in my 9th grade english class learning about Greek mythology.  From Zeus to Poseidon, we learned all about them.  I studied so hard for those fill-in-the-blank tests and memorized all that I could.  We did book reports and dressed up as the characters we read about.  While it is great to know about the Greek Gods from a literature standpoint, I've begun to think that our view of God might have been affected in the process.  The prideful Greek Gods were &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;cruel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to the people... they punished them, embarrassed them, and never cared for them.  They were too selfish to care for anything other than their own power, wealth, and self.  They were indifferent.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But that's not our God.  What a surprising way to describe God... A God who pursues us.  He is on a quest to follow His Children until His children follow Him. Our God isn't hard to find.  He seeks out the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;far off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; to redeem their heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He is NOTHING like the Gods we learned about in English class.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;NOTHING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-8549830241011762688?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8549830241011762688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/8549830241011762688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/god-isnt-hard-to-find.html' title='God isn&apos;t hard to find.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3821988647539743285</id><published>2009-12-10T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:56:17.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just to get you thinking...</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;What if God's only gift to you were His grace to save you.  Would you be content?  You beg Him to save the life of a parent or to give you an ideal marriage.  You plead with Him to help you with be successful in your job.  You implore Him to keep you healthy.  What if His answer is, "My grace is enough." Would you be content?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;From heaven's perspective, grace is enough.  If God did nothing more than save us from hell, could anyone complain?  If you have eyes to read these words, hands to hold a book, the means to own a computer, He has already given you grace upon grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-3821988647539743285?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3821988647539743285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3821988647539743285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/just-to-get-you-thinking.html' title='Just to get you thinking...'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3951883507805889266</id><published>2009-12-07T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:56:32.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Far off</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I spent the richest time with the Lord this morning and I heard Him speak to my heart in a new and fresh way.  Tears came to my eyes as I remembered my salvation.  In church yesterday, we talked about preparing a way for the Lord to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"make the crooked straight and the rough places smooth..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; (Luke 3: 1-6).  He did that with my life.  And my job involves watching the Lord make the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;crooked&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt; high school and middle school kids &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;straight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;In Acts 2, the apostles preach that "the promise (to be saved and to receive the holy spirit) is for you and your children and &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;for all who are far off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;."  He choose not the righteous, but those who are far from Him.  In Acts 9, He says this regarding Saul, "This man is my chosen instrument to carry my name to the Gentiles and their kings and before the people of Israel." Why in the hell did he choose Saul?  He was a murder and killed Christians.  Couldn't He have found anyone else? Someone a little kinder and more civilized? Someone without such a past?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;But then I start to think, why did He choose me?  Couldn't He have chosen someone else?  Someone who is better at Young Life and more gifted?  Someone who is more dedicated to seeking His face?  That is the beauty of the gospel.  He has chosen the most unlikely people to be His.  He has chosen me.  While I was far off, He chose me and called me by name.  And that same offer is available to everyone, even the Saul's of my world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-3951883507805889266?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3951883507805889266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3951883507805889266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/12/far-off.html' title='Far off'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7924847505208530074</id><published>2009-11-29T13:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T09:56:54.747-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm alive</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;It's Christmas time and I just put up our tree this morning.  Mom and I ventured out to find the perfect tree in Cashiers, North Carolina, and I think we made a great pick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sx1uUUwmMEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TdYaRWRk4LA/s1600-h/IMG_0382.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sx1uUUwmMEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TdYaRWRk4LA/s400/IMG_0382.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5412603622618181698" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SxLFCIcIEaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9ZcUwcDetqI/s1600/IMG_0380.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SxLFCIcIEaI/AAAAAAAAAYM/9ZcUwcDetqI/s400/IMG_0380.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409602742841250210" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;But while putting up the tree today, I couldn't help but think about the cross.  He was born to die.  On a tree.  We get so caught up in decorating that we totally forget the purpose of why we have the tradition of a Christmas tree in the first place.  It is to remind us of the cross and the promise of life for us.  I cannot look at my tree without thinking of the Lord's purpose for Jesus' birth.  He died on a tree for me to have life.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Shane and Shane have a new song &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/artists/shane_shane/music/a5d-E184/shane-and-shane-im-alive/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;(http://www.imeem.com/artists/shane_&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.imeem.com/artists/shane_shane/music/a5d-E184/shane-and-shane-im-alive/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;shane/music/a5d-E184/shane-and-shane-im-alive/)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; and the words are so powerful, "You have resurrected my heart from the grave, and I'm alive."  He has done just that.  He has given us promise through His humble birth, "You will not abandon me to the grave... you have made known to me the paths of life; you will fill me with joy in your presence (Acts 2)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7924847505208530074?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7924847505208530074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7924847505208530074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m alive'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sx1uUUwmMEI/AAAAAAAAAYc/TdYaRWRk4LA/s72-c/IMG_0382.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7641269546204924716</id><published>2009-11-25T18:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2009-12-14T15:27:39.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>katy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I'm in Highlands, North Carolina for Thanksgiving, and I went on a hike today with Katy Crane (above is a picture us at football game my senior year at Auburn).  Katy has been doing oversees mission work for the past year, and I loved being able to catch up with her.  The Lord is moving in both our hearts in a similar way, and I just felt so encouraged being able to be with her.  If you want to be challenged, read her blog: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://kwcrane.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;http://kwcrane.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Here is a thought she challenged me with today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I told her I didn't think I was called to oversees missions.  I told her confidently I was called to be in America and do ministry here.  And Katy wisely said in response to me, "That's not truth.  The Lord has called each and everyone of us SEVERAL times in the scriptures (Matt 28:16-20, Mark 16:15, etc.), and He has called all of us to the world."  She spoke truth to me today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;We are called.  To the world.  What does that mean?  Do I pray?  Do I send money? Do I go?  What does that require from me? What am I going to do about it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sw2_YQQS7YI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xZRPofYc61c/s400/CIMG3129.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408189150942915970" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 295px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7641269546204924716?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7641269546204924716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7641269546204924716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/katy.html' title='katy'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sw2_YQQS7YI/AAAAAAAAAWc/xZRPofYc61c/s72-c/CIMG3129.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4782893000121855198</id><published>2009-11-23T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:34:46.254-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:Helvetica;font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Mary Brantley, Lee, and I drove over to Birmingham for Laura's dad's funeral yesterday.  It was a raining cold day, and I was thankful to get to ride with them.  I was thankful for all of the people that came to support Laura.  I about cried when we pulled up to the funeral home and 4 of our college guy friends had come.  I was thankful for them.  I was thankful that LeighAnn flew in from Miami.  I am thankful that the Lord is somehow using this for His glory, and I am thankful for Laura and her courageous heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;On the car ride over, we listened to a podcast from David Platt (Brookhills Church in Birmingham) about how the gospel demands RADICAL sacrifice.  Here are the notes I took:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Am I willing to come to Jesus on his terms? Or do I flirt with Jesus on my terms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We soften Jesus' words to justify how we live. The gospel demands radical sacrifices.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;His terms:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We come to Him with a superior love, where every other love seems much less compared to my love for Him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Do I want Christ?? Do I forsake all relationships for the one with Him? Do I count Him over my stuff? Christ is the only one worthy of superior love.  We are far too easily pleased. He ALONE is worthy of it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I don't count everything a loss when compared to Christ, but that is my prayer today.  I am thankful to be reminded of this today.  He is better and He is more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4782893000121855198?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4782893000121855198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4782893000121855198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful_23.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3657440424803935270</id><published>2009-11-16T21:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T10:45:51.791-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What I do:</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;So I video tape high school kids for my job.  Yep, that's right.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I obviously do more, but lately that has become a big job responsibility of mine.  I try to catch sports game, hallway interactions, club activities, and any awkward situation I can find. I hate being behind the camera, but I have ended up with the neatest footage of the kids I love.  For those of you who don't have Facebook (ie. mom), here are a few videos that basically sum up a week in the life of a young lifer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovbkjL39RsY"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovbkjL39RsY&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&amp;amp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Oh_0qSlHoE"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=6Oh_0qSlHoE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love what a do... it might be unordinary and even bizarre at times, but it is perfect.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-3657440424803935270?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3657440424803935270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3657440424803935270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/what-i-do.html' title='What I do:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7519486135810599653</id><published>2009-11-06T12:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T12:29:27.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>thankful</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SvRc6TLI7fI/AAAAAAAAAWU/00_8yxVhGIE/s1600-h/61WgdaIT8CL.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SvRc6TLI7fI/AAAAAAAAAWU/00_8yxVhGIE/s400/61WgdaIT8CL.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5401044009773231602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I was given tickets to "In the Heights" at the Fox last night by a family involved in Young Life.  Jess and Sara went with me, and I was telling them in the car that we would probably be sitting up in the balcony.  We went to will call, got our tickets, and walked through the front doors.  We were told to go to "curtain C" to have them escort us to our seats.  I gave the nice old lady our tickets, and she started to walk toward the stage.  We followed, and to our disbelief, she lead us to the front of the theater.  Our tickets were fifth row from the front in the DEAD center.  I think all three of us about cried. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have never enjoyed a play so much.  Was it the seats?  YES.  Was it the play?  ABSOLUTELY YES.  I was telling friends that I might have a new favorite broadway play... I've been listening to the soundtrack all morning!  Needless to say, last night was the highlight of my week and such a sweet treat.  I am SO VERY thankful for the gift I received last night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7519486135810599653?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7519486135810599653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7519486135810599653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/thankful.html' title='thankful'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SvRc6TLI7fI/AAAAAAAAAWU/00_8yxVhGIE/s72-c/61WgdaIT8CL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2522336404027610285</id><published>2009-11-05T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T11:01:28.492-05:00</updated><title type='text'>latter</title><content type='html'>No matter where you live and what your day looks like, you have the choice each day to depend on yourself, to live safely, and to try to control your life.  Or you can live as you were created to live- as a temple of the Holy Spirit, as a person dependent on Him, desperate for the Spirit to show up and make a difference.  When you begin to live a life characterized by walking with the Spirit, that is when people will begin to look not to &lt;i&gt;you&lt;/i&gt; but to our Father in heaven and give &lt;i&gt;Him&lt;/i&gt; the praise.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I want the latter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;SharpTop is this weekend.  Randy asked us this past Spring to pick a number for our school and pray that the Lord bring that many kids to STC this fall.  I prayed for 40... I thought that was an impossible number, since it was doubling the kids we took last year.  I checked the list this morning and including the leaders, we have 39.  The Lord has been faithful.  Please be in prayer for our Whitefield kids, pray the Lord touch their hearts and move in their lives.  It is going to be a fun weekend and hopefully one they will never forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2522336404027610285?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2522336404027610285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2522336404027610285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/latter.html' title='latter'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1667936276180088826</id><published>2009-11-03T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:57:20.434-05:00</updated><title type='text'>365 days later</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;It has been a year since Sweet died.  Here is what 13auburnfriends came up with.  We just sent it to Ivy as a surprise :)  I am speechless...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SvBeA4n4DcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PCwVWoJZPYM/s1600-h/film+strip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SvBeA4n4DcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PCwVWoJZPYM/s400/film+strip.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399919322509872578" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 281px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"Ivy, we thank God for the woman you are in each of our lives. Together as we look back over the the events of a year ago in remembrance and forward towards the future with hope, we pray that the One who gives us His light burden and easy yoke will hold you tightly in His arms. We trust that He will continue to shape you, grow you, and mold you into the incredible woman that He has created you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We love you so much, Ivy. We are praying with you and for you. We rejoice in the Lord for the works He has done in and through you in the past year.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Grace and Peace, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;13 Auburn Friends"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;And here is Ivy's most amazing blog post today:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; font: normal normal normal 10px/normal Helvetica; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia, serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://theladyinthestreet.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;http://theladyinthestreet.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1667936276180088826?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1667936276180088826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1667936276180088826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/365-days-later.html' title='365 days later'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SvBeA4n4DcI/AAAAAAAAAWM/PCwVWoJZPYM/s72-c/film+strip.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-6690939085284933107</id><published>2009-11-02T12:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T14:51:52.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>full</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;My heart feels so full.  Reasons why this weekend has been amazing:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1)  My roommates made me feel so special last night.  They cooked an amazing meal all afternoon and wouldn't let me help with any of it.  The only thing they let me help with was cleaning the bathrooms... go figure :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2)  My apartment was filled with 30 of my favorite people.  I loved having people over... From Young Lifers to college friends to high school friends to old roommates, it was such a fun dinner.  Leigh even left her newborn baby to come!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3)  I watched Sara, Jess, Meg, Shan, and Ash go through the &lt;b&gt;Haunted House&lt;/b&gt; last night.  Others came too, but these 5 were out of control.  I can't stop thinking about them running through the parking lot trying to get away from the monsters that were chasing them.  It was hilarious, and I haven't laughed that hard in awhile.  I was brave compared to them :)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4)  I attended a great church on Sunday, and I met so many awesome people.  A group of girls even invited me to breakfast and lunch with them.  It was an answer to prayer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5)  I am currently substitute teaching a Drama class for Whitefield.  It has been fun to be at the school on my actual birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6) A Young Life mom has given me several concert tickets for &lt;i&gt;"In the Heights"&lt;/i&gt; for Thursday night at the Fox Theater.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7) I went to a Halloween Party on Saturday night and had a blast.  I was dressed as the "Swine Flu," armed with caution tape, a pig nose, and hand sanitizer.  I typically don't feel super comfortable meeting new people, but I had a great time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8)  Auburn &lt;b&gt;KILLED&lt;/b&gt; Ole Miss... so fun to watch.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;9) I'm going with a big group tonight to feed the homeless.  I'm really excited.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10)  I walked into the office to see a balloon, 12 cupcakes, and cards.  I have loved all of the emails, phone calls, and texts I have gotten all weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;11)  Halloween (my favorite holiday) and my birthday in one weekend.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;... it just doesn't get any better than this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-6690939085284933107?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6690939085284933107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/6690939085284933107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/11/full.html' title='full'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5753306818191631860</id><published>2009-10-30T12:03:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T12:08:02.799-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>This is my thought/prayer today,&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't want my life to be explainable &lt;i&gt;without&lt;/i&gt; the Holy Spirit.  I want people to look at my life and know that I couldn't be doing all that I do by my own power.  I want to live in such a way that I am desperate for Him to come through.  That if He doesn't come through, I am screwed.  I don't believe God wants me to live in a way that makes sense from the world's perspective, a way that I know I can "manage" by my own strength.   He wants to take my timid heart and set it ablaze with strength and courage, so much that people know something supernatural has taken place.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How can I fully grasp this and live it out?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5753306818191631860?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5753306818191631860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5753306818191631860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-43139711979005778</id><published>2009-10-27T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T13:03:35.465-04:00</updated><title type='text'>to my girls:</title><content type='html'>&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Campaigner girls:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;We talked about this song last night.  We talked about not settling for being the part time girl in a guy's life.  I pray this song over yall today.  I pray for your husbands and future relationships.  I pray you understand what it means to be valued and loved as Christ loves the Church.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt; &lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial, serif;"&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial;color:#DB2B17"&gt;Part Time Canter of His World&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;"He has time for you, but only when he is able&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Only when it fits into his plans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;So convenient he just keeps you in his stable&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;He holds you in the middle of his hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;You don’t like the way he is playing with your heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;But you are afraid to let him go and make a start&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Don’t try to be his permanent temporary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Don’t let yourself become the part time center of his world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Says he loves you but he never has an hour to talk about the questions in your mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Your heart tells you that his promises are shallow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;You know love that would somehow find the time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Something tells you that if he treats you this way now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;He will not change because he simply takes a vow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Don’t dare to be his permanent temporary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Don’t let yourself become the part time center of his world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;You know you desire a love that is unfailing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;A love that bares resemblance to the cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;If you are blinded by your sense of desperation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;You will fill the void regardless of the cost&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 16.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;He is not the one you have prayed about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: normal; "&gt;Don’t you think he is one you are better off without&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center;mso-pagination:none; mso-layout-grid-align:none;text-autospace:none"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size: 13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Arial"&gt;Don’t dare to be his permanent temporary girl&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:16.0pt; font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family:Georgia"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="text-align:center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="mso-bidi-font-size:13.0pt;font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;;mso-bidi-font-family: Arial"&gt;Don’t let yourself become the part time center of his world."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:&amp;quot;Comic Sans MS&amp;quot;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-43139711979005778?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/43139711979005778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/43139711979005778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/campaigner-girls-we-talked-about-this.html' title='to my girls:'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7325386653870038184</id><published>2009-10-26T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T10:58:39.375-05:00</updated><title type='text'>called</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;can't stop thinking about these links below.  The Lord has been doing things in my life this fall that I cannot explain.  I have no explanation for the hard things.  I have no explanation for all the good the Lord has done.  But I do know He is faithful, and He is stirring my heart for something, something big.  I want to be apart of His big plan, and I want to be apart of it no matter the cost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is a blog about a girl from Nashville that left for Africa for the first time when she was 16. This post shares a brief history of her journey: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-my-16th-birthday-and-i-am-eating.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://kissesfromkatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;blogspot.com/2009/08/it-is-my-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;16th-birthday-and-i-am-eating.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;This is a story she just posted recently that Erin sent to me over email.  It brought me to tears... amazing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://kissesfromkatie.blogspot.com/2009/10/full-circle.html" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;http://kissesfromkatie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;blogspot.com/2009/10/full-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;circle.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;May I be faithful.  May the Lord send me wherever.  And may I obediently go.  He is best.  His plan is best.  I want more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7325386653870038184?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7325386653870038184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7325386653870038184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/called.html' title='called'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-9054458547274342071</id><published>2009-10-20T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:55:28.367-04:00</updated><title type='text'>love letters</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/St3knOL6dvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GJdPeWmkD08/s1600-h/Picture+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/St3knOL6dvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GJdPeWmkD08/s320/Picture+021.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394719291133818610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My grandmother passed away yesterday.  It is a sad time for my family.  My grandmother had been sick for some time, but it is never easy when the death finally approaches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few weeks ago, my aunt and cousin found love letters that my grandfather had written my grandmother.  They (all 150 of them) are the most precious things I have ever read.  I never knew this side of my grandparents, so I have loved reading them and imaging them when they were young.  They were not married at the time and were not in the same city, so they had committed to writing each other everyday.  I might get in trouble for this, but I took my favorite letter.  It is beautiful.  The end is my favorite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;My Dearest Sweetheart,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I received a letter from you today that was written on green stationary.  What is that a sign of?  Blue means love, white means something too, but just what does green mean?  Oh, I know that's the sign of jealousy.  No kidding, my Darling, I always want you to be a little jealous.  I guess you know that I am?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I really did like the letter you wrote yesterday.  You told me things I always like to hear and you put it in such a way that it really made me feel great for the rest of the day.  My Darling, I love you for your self, your blond hair, your cute little face, the way you dress and talk and walk.  I love you for your purity, in both mind and action, for your tears, smiles, laughs, and frowns.  I love you as the fish loves the sea and the birds love the sky.  You are part of me in my every action.  I eat, sleep, and live for your love and only long for yours in return.  You are my every desire and being, you are my life and without you I would be nothing.  I love you, I love you, I love you (I hope you don't think this is corny because it is straight from my heart and I have never said it to another).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Daddy has been talking to me for the last few days about buying a lot on which to build.  I really didn't take him seriously until today and then I decided that I would look around for one.  When you come to see me again, we'll look together and pick what you like.  Is it a date?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know this will probably be hard to pull but I would like you to try to get off some Friday soon and come see me again...Play sick, play anything but hurry and catch that 10:30AM bus for Mobile. Tell your mother I said to pull a few strings for you, she's a big wheel around there.  Come on now, I won't take no for an answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We were at the supper table tonight and Larry brought up the subject of girls and said that he had a date tonight. Betty asked if he were pinned because he had been going with this same girl for some time... Mother came in then and said if he were to get one as cute and as sweet as you he'd really be doing ok. Just like I told you before, Baby, you're in like flynn...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;About all the news, my Darling, and I say again and again that I love you with all my heart, soul, mind, and being.  Be good, be sweet, be mine for I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Yours always and a day with love,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Wallace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;P.S. I love you.&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I love picturing my grandmother this way.  I love that I found this.  Why don't boys write like this today?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-9054458547274342071?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/9054458547274342071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/9054458547274342071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/love-letters.html' title='love letters'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/St3knOL6dvI/AAAAAAAAAV0/GJdPeWmkD08/s72-c/Picture+021.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2837538489847357009</id><published>2009-10-19T10:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-19T12:38:31.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Will for my Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;How many times have I said that I wish I knew &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;God's will for my life&lt;/span&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't stop thinking about the future.  Am I suppose to move?  Am I suppose to be a Young Life intern?  What am I suppose to do this summer?  I realized this morning though that it is much easier to think about God's will for my future than it is to ask Him what He wants me to do today.  By focusing on the future, I miss Him today.  The desire to know His will for my life is birthed in fear and is my attempt to avoid what He wants me to do currently.  Dwelling on the future is safe and excuses me from faithful living now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His call is for me today to consider everything a loss to knowing Him.  He is better.  To submit and to give everything to Him is radical and terrifying.  However, walking in my own wisdom, and not letting the Spirit lead each day, is even more frightful.  I want to stop dwelling on following God in the future and to start listening to what the Spirit has for me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;News/Praises/Prayers:&lt;br /&gt;** Baby &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Caroline Pattillo Phelps&lt;/span&gt; was born this morning at 4:23am.  It is the first baby for the 13auburnfriends group.  I can't wait to hold her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/StyV09wsVzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7P9syDCoUIY/s1600-h/IMG_3491.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/StyV09wsVzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7P9syDCoUIY/s320/IMG_3491.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394351190847543090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;**I am still lacking a computer.  Apple, fix it already.&lt;br /&gt;** Praying for the Godfrey's, especially Randy.  Jess' Grandmother passed away on Friday.&lt;br /&gt;** We got our Young Life summer camp dates.  Needless to say, it is going to be an action-packed summer and is maybe going to be more busy than the last one.  I am still waiting to see if I get an assignment though... I hope so!&lt;br /&gt;** Dad is still on his honeymoon in Italy.  He sent me a text today and told me he learned to make gnocchi (my favorite type of pasta).  I am jealous.&lt;br /&gt;** Went to the lake this weekend and had a blast.  Here is a picture:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/StyGUFYb0TI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qTSe1SFG3b4/s1600-h/DSC_0856.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/StyGUFYb0TI/AAAAAAAAAVk/qTSe1SFG3b4/s320/DSC_0856.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394334133283180850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/StyC8Z45eWI/AAAAAAAAAVc/f-sHfRNCW8E/s1600-h/DSC_0858.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2837538489847357009?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2837538489847357009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2837538489847357009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/gods-will-for-my-life.html' title='God&apos;s Will for my Life'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/StyV09wsVzI/AAAAAAAAAVs/7P9syDCoUIY/s72-c/IMG_3491.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1134469171067210952</id><published>2009-10-07T13:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-30T17:21:54.883-04:00</updated><title type='text'>really, God?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:arial, sans-serif;font-size:13px;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;The Lord has used my friends.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Laura sent this to me this morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"You will go out in joy and be led forth in peace; the mountains and hills will burst into song before you, and all the trees of the fields will clap their hands. Instead of the thornbush, the pine tree will grow; instead of briers, a Myrtle will grow. And this will be for the Lords renown; an everlasting sign for all who believe." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Isaiah 55:12,13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style=" font-weight: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;I love knowing that this is the fashion in which God leads his people. I love envisioning nature rejoicing as we are led forth by Him. And I CLING to the hope that He is producing something more beautiful, more grand, and more stable in me...where there was once an unpleasant thornbush.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Anne sent this to me this morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;“&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Dear children, let us not love with words or tongue but with actions and in truth. This then is how we know that &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;we belong to the truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;, and how we set our hearts as rest in His presence whenever our hearts condemn us. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;For God is greater than our hearts, and He knows everything."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;1 John 3:18-20&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Leigh sent this excerpt from Matt Dean's blog this morning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;"How much clearer does the redemptive purpose of God shine through in our lives, when things get uncomfortable, unpredictable, uncertain... and in faith, we choose to exalt the One who has redeemed us in the midst of inconvenience.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;My encouragement to anyone reading is this: Remember what is true. Recognize that even if your circumstances change. If trials come. When they come. That NOT EVERYTHING has changed. In all likelihood, what needs to change the most, is simply our perspective.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He is God. We are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He is Lord. We are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He is wise. We are not.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;We make plans. He determines footsteps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He opens doors. He closes doors.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He provides. He refines.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He calls. He redeems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He brings freedom and joy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He invites us into His unending story.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He blesses us through his purposes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He fulfills His purposes through our lives.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;He. Is. God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Yes."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1134469171067210952?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1134469171067210952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1134469171067210952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/really-god.html' title='really, God?'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7066644388353454362</id><published>2009-10-06T15:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T15:57:28.988-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Mary Brantley just sent this to me in an email.  Wow:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;"The sermon I heard last week also referred to waiting.  It talked about the cloud that led the Israelites by day and fire by night.  Numbers 9:15-23.  When the cloud moved, they packed up camp and moved.  When God moves, we must be willing to pack up camp and move, but what is so often missed is that sometimes the cloud hovered for months.  Didn't move.  It was in those days that the people must have begun to wonder if God was still in the cloud.  If he was still leading them.  If he was really there.  God has given us something much greater than a cloud.  We have been given his spirit.  His tabernacle now lives WITHIN us.  And it will lead. Sometimes we just need to wait at camp for a while, but still be ready to MOVE when He does."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I feel like I am on the brink of the Lord moving me somewhere.  The Lord is changing so much in my life right now.  I was reading my old journals last night.  He gave me a verse in 2006 that I felt Him speak over my life last night, "Forget the former things; do not dwell on the past.  See, I am doing a new thing (Isaiah 43)."  He gave that verse to me in college when nothing in my life seemed predictable.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; is going on now (three years later), but I am encouraged because I feel like the Lord is doing something.  The winter is over and gone.  He is instructing and teaching me on the way I should go, and most importantly, He is watching over it all.  Him doing a new thing is not always easy and comfortable, but I am encouraged He is changing not only my life, but my heart as well.  "Be at rest, oh my soul, for the Lord has been good to you (Psalm 116:7)."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7066644388353454362?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7066644388353454362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7066644388353454362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/mary-brantley-just-sent-this-to-me-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7840509746185272402</id><published>2009-10-06T10:57:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T14:42:20.503-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cranberry Apple Butter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;From my favorite restaurant in Atlanta. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt; So good on a hot biscuit:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 132px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SstbhCb0KXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I3kh19N9SyU/s400/9.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389502002226276722" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SstbheqXlkI/AAAAAAAAAVM/1Hn86hxgX0o/s400/10.gif" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389502009803511362" style="text-align: left;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 308px; height: 238px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7840509746185272402?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7840509746185272402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7840509746185272402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/apple-cranberry-butter.html' title='Cranberry Apple Butter'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SstbhCb0KXI/AAAAAAAAAVE/I3kh19N9SyU/s72-c/9.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7674864962166708427</id><published>2009-10-02T11:10:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T11:17:31.998-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hardly an Everest of indifference</title><content type='html'>I just finished "The North Face of God" by Ken Gire.  I have been reading it since this summer, and it has brought so much hope to my life.  There were times this fall I felt that the Lord has been indifferent to me.  Not only silent, but unaware of my feelings and circumstances.  This is the prayer at the end of the book:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Thank you , Lord, that you are not an Everest of indifference, no matter how distant or detached you sometimes seem...  Help us to believe in you, even when you are silent.  And during those times you are silent, help us not to be.  Help us to sing hallelujah, however cold or broken it may be."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If (and when) I picture God as an Everest of indifference, the enemy has won the battle for my heart.  He is disoriented my thoughts.  But Jesus left behind pictures that showed us who God is.  A God who sees and cares.  A God who listens and who speaks.  Who touches and transforms.  A God who came at the greatest personal cost to destroy the works of the devil.  He is hardly an Everest of indifference.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7674864962166708427?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7674864962166708427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7674864962166708427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/hardly-everest-of-indifference.html' title='Hardly an Everest of indifference'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-7179268775846810480</id><published>2009-10-01T13:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-10-01T13:57:06.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Here are some random notes/questions for our staff meeting that really stood out to me and where I am in my life:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;**What miracle is God doing in my life?  What is He preparing me for? Am I discovering these questions in &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;solitude with Him?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;**Sometimes waiting can lead to the greatest blessing, and it is in the waiting that we truly hear the Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;**Do I trust Him? Because hasn't He been faithful?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica; min-height: 14.0px"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;**The devil is in comparing.  My story is different.  And God is creative.  How cool is that?  How cool is it &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;that my story will not look anything like my friends?  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;Also, Ashton sent this song, and I think it goes along perfect with all that I am learning:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin: 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px 0.0px; font: 12.0px Helvetica"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb7TSGptd3Y"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bb7TSGptd3Y&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-7179268775846810480?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7179268775846810480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/7179268775846810480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/10/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4240651162610709650</id><published>2009-09-30T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T10:46:24.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a new day.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I have this friend who is going through some tough stuff.  Let's be honest, we all are going through tough stuff, but this is really tough.  So how does 13auburnfriends respond?  Erin sends us an email this morning and has written a song because she has felt so burdened for our friend.  I really have no words to describe this.  I have amazing friends who truly understand what it means to carry one another's burdens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://senduit.com/a4ae46"&gt;http://senduit.com/a4ae46&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://senduit.com/a4ae46"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On a personal note, this fall has been tough. I have felt lost, displaced, unsettled, and unorganized... could I pick any more bad feelings?  But for the first time in months, I feel a peace.  I feel settled here in Atlanta, and I see the purpose of me being here.  I still have questions about my future.  I still have times when I think the easiest thing to do is quit full-time ministry and move somewhere far.  But Im reminded today that I love my community here.  This weekend is the first time SINCE JUNE that I am here in Atlanta without an agenda, just being with friends and my roommates.  I've been so busy that I have forgotten what it means to enjoy life and enjoy where the Lord has me.  I am simplifying things, too.  I am ending things that need to be ended, and moving on with the things the Lord has for me.  I am praising the Lord today that (finally) I am thinking clearly about who I am in Christ and what my purpose is.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It's a new day.  Fall is in the air.  I am feeling good.  My life seems simple and easy again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4240651162610709650?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4240651162610709650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4240651162610709650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/its-new-day.html' title='It&apos;s a new day.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-5630670038300450083</id><published>2009-09-24T13:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-25T10:32:51.732-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the Holy Spirit</title><content type='html'>I've got Jesus.  Why do I need the Holy Spirit?  That was Francis Chan's question to me this morning in the new book I am reading.  He said to imagine having Christ standing right beside you.  Imagine the peace that would come from knowing I'd always receive perfect truth and flawless direction from Him.  That sounds amazing and none of us could deny the benefit of having Jesus here physically.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet, why do we assume that this would be any better than the presence of the Holy Spirit?  If Christ said it is better to for Him to go away so that another Comforter would come, why do we think the Holy Spirit is less important (and not the exact same being) as Jesus Christ himself?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We have been given the living God within us.  I want to be different today from what I was yesterday as the fruit of the Spirit becomes more manifest in me.  I felt the Spirit in my life last night, and I am thankful for His prompting and conviction.  Christ said it is better for us that the Spirit came, and I want to live like I know that is true.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-5630670038300450083?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5630670038300450083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/5630670038300450083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/holy-spirit.html' title='the Holy Spirit'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-181614321882247155</id><published>2009-09-22T09:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T11:00:00.385-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Turner's favorite things</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; "&gt;My favorite things for the month of September:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;1).  I have rediscovered honey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTU4ZO7rI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vJwZ-MyuhPQ/s1600-h/ttar_honey_v.jpg" style="text-decoration: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: underline;color: rgb(0, 0, 0); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: none; "&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: center;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; width: 310px; height: 344px; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTU4ZO7rI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vJwZ-MyuhPQ/s400/ttar_honey_v.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285710210494130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;2) A mom has offered to give me tickets to this play November 3rd through 8th at the Fox in Atlanta.  I really hope she follows through with it :)  Apparently, this is the play-to-see in New York City.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTUend0tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/o7k4WFNef7M/s1600-h/in-the-heights-7991071.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 366px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTUend0tI/AAAAAAAAAUU/o7k4WFNef7M/s400/in-the-heights-7991071.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285703290868434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;3)  Bethany Dillon has a new CD that is fabulous.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTTyiF_mI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g0pCb1bgLko/s1600-h/bethany.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTTyiF_mI/AAAAAAAAAUM/g0pCb1bgLko/s400/bethany.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285691457175138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;4)  This might be my favorite item.  Francis Chan changed my faith wit his book, "Crazy Love" and I am excited to start his new book called "Forgotten God."  He is writing about how the church and believers have forgotten the Holy Spirit.  We try to live life without the Spirit's help and power, so we produce no genuine fruit.  Needless to say, I am learning alot.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTTR0N7fI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KlmBt5eeWd0/s1600-h/38546674.JPG.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTTR0N7fI/AAAAAAAAAUE/KlmBt5eeWd0/s400/38546674.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285682674822642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;5)  Hannah helped me pick out this dress in New York for my Dad's wedding.  I am obsessed with it!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTTDVQY4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/L651maoYhqc/s1600-h/933138_069_b.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 232px; height: 348px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTTDVQY4I/AAAAAAAAAT8/L651maoYhqc/s400/933138_069_b.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384285678786864002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;6)  Magnolia Bakery in New York City is exactly the type of bakery I would love to own one day.  They might have the best banana pudding I have ever tasted.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjV46dnt2I/AAAAAAAAAUk/5O_2McduBqk/s400/magnoliabakery_temp.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384288528264312674" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 282px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;7)  My favorite fall drink:  a Pumpkin Spice Latte from Starbucks.  I rarely get them, but when I do, it is a great treat.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjWrggOS0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qmaA0U4_psE/s1600-h/home01_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjWrggOS0I/AAAAAAAAAU0/qmaA0U4_psE/s400/home01_full.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384289397469236034" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 234px; height: 130px; " /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;8).  Hydrangeas are my new favorite flower.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjldrMSJ1I/AAAAAAAAAU8/zH0Vzc9G6t0/s400/blue+mophead+hydrangea.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384305652494640978" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 328px; height: 400px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-181614321882247155?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/181614321882247155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/181614321882247155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/turners-favorite-things.html' title='Turner&apos;s favorite things'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SrjTU4ZO7rI/AAAAAAAAAUc/vJwZ-MyuhPQ/s72-c/ttar_honey_v.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4606287263959979509</id><published>2009-09-14T10:21:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T10:33:16.918-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Living faithfully</title><content type='html'>In times of suffering, we always tend to ask the questions, &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why, God? Why did you let it happen?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Why have you left me? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where are you now?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;How long before you say something?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While I think the Lord is big enough to answer these questions, there are times (most of the time) He chooses not to.  And we have to be OK with that.  Justice is God's responsibility.  Living faithfully is ours.  I'm learning that the question should not be those listed above, but instead, it should be,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the faith that is due God?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the love that is due Him?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Where is the honor?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;The obedience?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We might never get why God does what He does, but we are called to faith.  I want to honor Him in all I do, even if I never hear Him to speak to me again.  I want to trust Him even if I suffer greatly.  I want to walk in obedience, even if I don't feel like God has my best in mind.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Am I going to be good at asking the right questions?  Probably not.  But I pray today that I learn to love, honor, and obey Him through it all.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4606287263959979509?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4606287263959979509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4606287263959979509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/living-faithfully.html' title='Living faithfully'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-1601620389958387470</id><published>2009-09-10T11:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T12:09:35.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>RIP Rudi</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am not a huge dog person and I know it is lame to blog about your dog.  But I am putting all of that aside today.  Rudi died this morning.  I am sad for my mom.  She said to me today that he served a great purpose in our family, and I would have to agree. I admit that I cried thinking of him not being around anymore.  Who knew it would be so sad to lose a 2 lb. little dog, who lets just be honest, was not sane, normal, or even friendly? We bought him at a gas station one Christmas from a lady in a van.  Mom and I saved had to save him from choking just a few months ago. He slept 20 hours a day and shook when anyone came near him.  He was odd, but he will be missed.  He was a good companion to my mom when I was not at home anymore.  Despite all of his quirks, I am very thankful for him.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SqkhK3QstXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wtjseHnjttY/s400/Turner%27s+Pictures+004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379867700387165554" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-1601620389958387470?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1601620389958387470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/1601620389958387470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/rip-rudi.html' title='RIP Rudi'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/SqkhK3QstXI/AAAAAAAAAT0/wtjseHnjttY/s72-c/Turner%27s+Pictures+004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3373051251958017532</id><published>2009-09-09T10:24:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T11:24:37.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>NYC, baby!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Favorite pictures from this weekend:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe69uHY_6I/AAAAAAAAATs/GzVEY9TAJp4/s1600-h/DSC04083.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe69uHY_6I/AAAAAAAAATs/GzVEY9TAJp4/s400/DSC04083.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379473849431162786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe688_csjI/AAAAAAAAATk/lqZXRqeGD5w/s1600-h/DSC04095.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe688_csjI/AAAAAAAAATk/lqZXRqeGD5w/s400/DSC04095.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379473836244513330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe68tgmaMI/AAAAAAAAATc/N_zZMp4tOFE/s1600-h/DSC04066.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe68tgmaMI/AAAAAAAAATc/N_zZMp4tOFE/s400/DSC04066.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379473832088594626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe68GArASI/AAAAAAAAATU/lB8cWjM8XyA/s1600-h/DSC03989.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe68GArASI/AAAAAAAAATU/lB8cWjM8XyA/s400/DSC03989.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379473821485695266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe67qX4klI/AAAAAAAAATM/EzSKfMwuK6U/s1600-h/DSC04086.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe67qX4klI/AAAAAAAAATM/EzSKfMwuK6U/s400/DSC04086.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5379473814066860626" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;Needless to say, It was a great weekend.  I am trying to recover and get back into the grove of things at home.  I think the biggest blessing in my life is my friends, and I know I would not be who I am today without their encouragement, HONESTY, and truth in my life.  They point me to Jesus, and I couldn't be more thankful for that alone.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:verdana, serif;"&gt;And to be true to what 13auburnfriends typically does, we video taped the whole weekend.  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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3373051251958017532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/nyc-baby.html' title='NYC, baby!'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sqe69uHY_6I/AAAAAAAAATs/GzVEY9TAJp4/s72-c/DSC04083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-3800005033289507862</id><published>2009-09-03T09:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-09-09T13:47:24.747-04:00</updated><title type='text'>today.</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Today&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;  The day before vacation.  Sitting a work.  It is raining. Five things are on my mind.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;One:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; I am so excited about tonight.  I arrive in New York at 8:59 pm.  It is time for my annual trip to NYC.  Erin, Hannah, and Anne are my travel buddies, and I couldn't be more excited about being with them.  There is something about that city that I crave.  And there is something about those girls that is so special.  They are some of the clearest examples of Christ in my life, so I know our time together will be encouraging and life-giving.  I am eager to get there.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Two:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;My grandmother is dying.  She has chosen alcohol as her crutch and is drinking herself to death.  I am in the process of writing her a letter.  There are a lot of things I need to say to her, and I don't want to miss my chance.  Do I think she is selfish?  yes.  Am I angry with her?  of course.  But do I still love her?  absolutely.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Three:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; My computer sounds like a train. I can't concentrate because it makes such a loud noise. I am assuming it is on its last day. Oh man. I wish money grew on trees because the last thing I need to buy is another computer. Ugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Four:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;  My dad is getting married.  October 10th is the day.  I am so excited for them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Five:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; God is good. It is crazy all the Lord provides for His children. He asks us to step out in faith, and He will take care of the rest. Matt's life is such an example of that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://mattdean.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://mattdean.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-3800005033289507862?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3800005033289507862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/3800005033289507862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/09/today.html' title='today.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-980481896195127461</id><published>2009-08-30T15:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-30T21:47:35.628-04:00</updated><title type='text'>personality.</title><content type='html'>I took a personality test a few years ago when I started working for Buckhead Church and stumbles upon it today.  I am pretty amazed at how accurate it is, both good and bad.  My top 5 strengths are as follows:&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Communication&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Responsibility&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Individualization&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Activator&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Woo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;What does that mean?  According to the booklet of results, I like to explain, describe, host, speak in public, and write.  I take ownership of anything I commit to, and I cannot let it go (even if it is driving me insane) until it is finished.  "I get it done" as my area director likes to call it.  Apparently, I am aware of individuals and I am able to pick up on his/her strengths/likes, making me a great birthday gift picker-outer or a good encourager.  I am the first to take a step of action to get something started.  There is no "slow" button; I either do things fast or don't do them at all.  And I am a wooer... Finding new people and winning them over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;This is me... plus or minus a few things.  Wouldn't you agree?  Who knew personality tests could actually be right?  I am amazed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You can take one:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.similarminds.com/"&gt;http://www.similarminds.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-980481896195127461?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/980481896195127461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/980481896195127461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/personality.html' title='personality.'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-4759686684789279716</id><published>2009-08-27T10:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-27T10:39:07.765-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shrewd</title><content type='html'>In our staff meeting yesterday, we were asked what it meant to be shrewd.  Luke 16:1-8 uses shrewd in a positive light.  To me, shrewd means being wise and using your resources (time, money, etc) to the best of your ability.  For my ministry with Young Life, shrewd means to know kids names.  It means studying my yearbook so I don't forget their name the next time I see them.  It means initiating conversation with them in the halls of their school.  It means being available, even if I have to drop something else I want to do.  It means being wise with how I spend my money.  It means being a person who is more concerned with giving than receiving.  It means being wise (not lazy and fearful) with the talents the Lord has entrusted me with.  It means showing up at their school everyday.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The discussion on being shrewd opened up another thing I realized about myself.  I become so regimented in my day-to-day stuff that not only do I become numb to what is going on around me, I get mad when I am interrupted.  It is easier for me to turn my heart off to get my list of things done; I put myself on auto-pilot and run through my day.  I went into my summer completely numb.  I was exhausted and had nothing left to give, so instead of engaging my heart, I tried to just get through the days feeling as little as I could.  I wasn't being shrewd.  It is easier to have the "just get it done attitude" than to engage my heart and be purposeful, discerning, and keen. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I need to be shrewd to be with kids and I want that in my life, so my prayer today is that the Lord teach me how that is suppose to look.  I don't want to walk through life feeling numb.  I want to be shrewd. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-4759686684789279716?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4759686684789279716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/4759686684789279716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/shrewd.html' title='Shrewd'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2370150229814242520</id><published>2009-08-23T19:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T21:22:12.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pursued</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;There is a song I discovered this summer and I kept it on repeat all of Western Tour.  My favorite lyrics are below:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;"Let me know that You have loved me first&lt;br /&gt;Let me know the weight of my response&lt;br /&gt;For You have long pursued my wandering heart&lt;br /&gt;I choose to glory in Your cross&lt;br /&gt;I will choose to glory in Your cross."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I was reminded of this song this week.  I was reminded through the pursuit of a man in my life of the Lord's pursuit for me.  The Lord has pursued my wandering heart and does so on a daily basis.  I am humbled because I am unworthy of such love.  He fights for me, takes care of me, and provides for me.  There are times in my life that I forget that, but I have been sweetly reminded.  I am thankful to be pursued.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2370150229814242520?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2370150229814242520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2370150229814242520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/i-am-pursued.html' title='I am pursued'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2466319191824180903</id><published>2009-08-18T13:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:04:08.238-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The North Face</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I am reading the most amazing book by Ken Gire called "The North Face of God." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); -webkit-text-decorations-in-effect: underline; "&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sorul-vBz0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/HfmEPnFktJw/s400/15262583.JPG.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371367841855557442" style="display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 185px; height: 279px; " /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;In short, the book is about finding God when He seems far away and unreachable.  All of us have times in our lives when we have asked God questions, but we get no response.  It feels as if God has abandoned us and the silence we feel makes us angry and hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As David does in the Psalms, I started to remember my history with God.  Do I remember those times God expressed His love for me so clearly?  Do I remember those gifts He gave me?  Those memories?  Those words?  Do I remember how He led  and embraced me?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How could I forget...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He told my I was "His bravest."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He provided me with the sweetest friends in college.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He gave me tangible signs to help with my transition to Atlanta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He delivered me from my old self and set me apart.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He has given me so many opportunities to be at Whitefield.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He delivered my mom from her past and sickness.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He had a good plan for me in the midst of breaking my back.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When I heard Him say, "I know" amidst the craziness this past Christmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He provides women of God in my life when I need them the most.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When He taught me about who I was in Him at an early age.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He orchestrated everything with Young Life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That we had 60 kids at our last YL club.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That He pursues my heart daily.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;He has gone before me in all of these things.  He might seem distant, but He hasn't changed.  And neither has His love for me.  It may not seem to be there, but it is. This was my prayer this morning,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;"Let me hear of your unfailing love&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;each morning,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for I am trusting in you.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Show me where to walk, &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;for I give myself to you." &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2466319191824180903?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2466319191824180903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2466319191824180903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/north-face.html' title='The North Face'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_eGuqSA30368/Sorul-vBz0I/AAAAAAAAAS4/HfmEPnFktJw/s72-c/15262583.JPG.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-674299616391998875.post-2593848659586227106</id><published>2009-08-14T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T10:53:34.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>talent</title><content type='html'>This is my best friend.  She is more than talented than she thinks she is, and I am so proud of her.  &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://jrawlingsphotography.wordpress.com/"&gt;http://jrawlingsphotography.wordpress.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But let's just be honest, all of 13auburnfriends is ridiculously talented.  I am blown away on a weekly basis by all of stuff (blogs, movies, cakes, photos, logos, songs) they come up with.  And not to mention talented, but they are the wisest group of girls I know.  I think I called Ivy 6 times yesterday :)  I don't think a day will ever come that I will not be thankful for 13auburnfriends.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/674299616391998875-2593848659586227106?l=turneroutlaw.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2593848659586227106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/674299616391998875/posts/default/2593848659586227106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://turneroutlaw.blogspot.com/2009/08/talent.html' title='talent'/><author><name>Turner Outlaw</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14378719117675687258</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Pu7cvtMIdNg/TZ93OriIhkI/AAAAAAAAAiM/OPvHDm3sT-0/s220/Headshots_057.JPG'/></author></entry></feed>
