<?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-12653235</id><updated>2012-02-16T20:29:48.455-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ideas Xchange</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6621163454658146885</id><published>2009-09-17T15:53:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T15:58:46.541-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Birthdays</title><content type='html'>It has been a while since I have posted but I am still around. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See pics from my 34th birthday dinner:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKibn5mrFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lyuuFalNY6g/s1600-h/les.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKibn5mrFI/AAAAAAAAAKc/lyuuFalNY6g/s320/les.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382543100111924306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKim5bT3eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S-h3epJ3Nrs/s1600-h/three.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKim5bT3eI/AAAAAAAAAKk/S-h3epJ3Nrs/s320/three.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382543293795261922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKiwCo-AfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rXQBu8CoHCk/s1600-h/brad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKiwCo-AfI/AAAAAAAAAKs/rXQBu8CoHCk/s320/brad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382543450887291378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKi5Rg5iWI/AAAAAAAAAK0/oinZHP9rNz8/s1600-h/sarah.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; 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margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 180px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SVO_LsDtcSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OLhd12ze8K8/s320/aleciachristmas2008.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283776995361911074" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Merry Christmas! We have had a wonderful year with many blessings. More photos of the year in review to come soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-4680518258374779827?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4680518258374779827/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4680518258374779827' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4680518258374779827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4680518258374779827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/12/merry-christmas-we-have-had-wonderful.html' title=''/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SVO_LsDtcSI/AAAAAAAAAGY/OLhd12ze8K8/s72-c/aleciachristmas2008.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-2233590755052889741</id><published>2008-11-25T16:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T16:49:20.868-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The More I Seek You by Kari Jobe</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://godtube.com/flvplayer.swf" FlashVars="viewkey=9d6904cd21fd6679677c" wmode="transparent" quality="high" width="330" height="270" name="godtube" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" /&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-2233590755052889741?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2233590755052889741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=2233590755052889741' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2233590755052889741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2233590755052889741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/11/more-i-seek-you-by-kari-jobe.html' title='The More I Seek You by Kari Jobe'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-7085973027496282972</id><published>2008-10-28T13:30:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T13:42:29.274-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Impossible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SQdc0qKB76I/AAAAAAAAAEk/viIlcJqYrWM/s1600-h/Thankful-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 204px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SQdc0qKB76I/AAAAAAAAAEk/viIlcJqYrWM/s320/Thankful-.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262276749345025954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give thanks in all circumstances. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20thess.%205:18&amp;amp;version=31"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1 Thess. 5:18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does the Lord give us commands in the Bible that seem impossible to do? I submit that it takes the impossible work of the Holy Spirit to accomplish the supernatural in this live. When we go through trials, we can be victorious in them when we walk by the Spirit and do not grieve the Spirit. There is much power in walking by the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord does not say we should give thanks for our circumstances and we may not even feel like giving thanks in our circumstances. But we bring him glory when we give him thanks. That is where victorious Christian living transpires. Oh the depths and the wisdom of our Lord. He would not allow us to go through any trial that He will not give us the grace to sustain us during the trial. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He knows what we need that will make us grow.&lt;/span&gt; I am confident of that!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-7085973027496282972?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7085973027496282972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=7085973027496282972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7085973027496282972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7085973027496282972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/10/impossible.html' title='Impossible'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SQdc0qKB76I/AAAAAAAAAEk/viIlcJqYrWM/s72-c/Thankful-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-4009104697451942700</id><published>2008-07-28T17:04:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-28T17:14:11.585-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beach</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5DnKpLveI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G3R_Cw7XbX8/s1600-h/100_1760.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5DnKpLveI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G3R_Cw7XbX8/s320/100_1760.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228190557574774242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5DMQmlCkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lbfu4z3xHn8/s1600-h/100_1755.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5DMQmlCkI/AAAAAAAAAEU/lbfu4z3xHn8/s320/100_1755.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228190095317994050" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5C2xFLCOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/loYZJq_kt-Q/s1600-h/100_1745.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5C2xFLCOI/AAAAAAAAAEM/loYZJq_kt-Q/s320/100_1745.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228189726079125730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5Cr-jbdhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jm1noxlBImU/s1600-h/100_1741.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://bp2.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5Cr-jbdhI/AAAAAAAAAEE/jm1noxlBImU/s320/100_1741.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5228189540717131282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recently got back from the beach and had a great time with my brothers, wives and three Hicks boys and Alecia and meemaw. I also met my friend Ashley Crow there whom I haven't seen in months. See photos below.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-4009104697451942700?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4009104697451942700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4009104697451942700' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4009104697451942700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4009104697451942700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/07/beach.html' title='The Beach'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp3.blogger.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SI5DnKpLveI/AAAAAAAAAEc/G3R_Cw7XbX8/s72-c/100_1760.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-8394002254178534410</id><published>2008-06-10T12:03:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T12:11:42.302-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Search</title><content type='html'>The ultimate search that we have for someone to love us unconditionally, to care for us and to complete us is over.  He has been found! Sometimes He plays hard to find so that we will desire him more. He will always let us find him though. He will always be there when we need him. He will always listen wholeheartedly to you. He has been found in a rugged carpenter who lived 2000 years ago. Ladies, you can give up your search! Your search is over. He has been found!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a new movie out that contradicts this. Sex and the City, or the search for intimacy in the city, which debuted recently will leave you empty, broken, confused, hurt and disappointed. No, I haven't seen the movie and I don't care to. There is a man who will fulfill your every desire and completely satisfy. He will provide so much intimacy that He will not leave you longing for anything or anyone else. He is enough. He didn't have a home but he does today!! He makes his home in my heart. He didn't have a family to live with but REALLY Lived!! He didn't have a career but had the greatest calling ever! You and me! He delights in me. Isn't it wonderful??!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-8394002254178534410?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8394002254178534410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=8394002254178534410' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/8394002254178534410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/8394002254178534410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/06/search.html' title='The Search'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-1604427103938995173</id><published>2008-06-05T15:10:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T15:15:14.291-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Softball</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SEhIisduHuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5VyAE7mIsoA/s1600-h/team.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SEhIisduHuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5VyAE7mIsoA/s320/team.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5208492729942548194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Play Ball!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;We have just recently completed the church softball&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt; league and I have had a blast! I played 2nd base&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;and catcher mostly and got some good hits in. I used&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;to play for years in high school. I had forgotten how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;competitive I am and I realized how old I am. My body&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;let me know it!! I can remember pulling my quad muscle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;after one of the first games. Then, my muscles hurt so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;bad after the first game as catcher. Ouch! However, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;had a great time playing with some pretty awesome people who cheered you on and encouraged you no matter what. That is how we are to be in the body of Christ. Help one another when they fall down. Rejoice with one another when they rejoice. God is good all the time. We were undefeated in the regular season and made it to the 2nd round in the tournament. We ended up losing our last game but it didn't matter. See the smiles on our faces after the last game? We know we played our very best and had a great time. God is good all the time and I am so thankful for my brothers and sisters in Christ. There were two other teams from my church and not pictured here and some of the guys played on both teams.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-1604427103938995173?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1604427103938995173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=1604427103938995173' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1604427103938995173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1604427103938995173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/06/softball.html' title='Softball'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SEhIisduHuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/5VyAE7mIsoA/s72-c/team.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6616564349163456843</id><published>2008-05-29T13:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-29T13:10:46.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>God is at Work</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;God is always at work. When Jesus was on earth, he said “I came to do the work of the Father”. That meant setting his face towards &lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/st1:City&gt;&lt;/st1:place&gt; and going to the cross. Even though bad things happen, God is working. Our ways are not His ways. Romans 8 tells us that all things work together for good of those that love him. We cannot understand why bad things happened, but God knows. God is near and we will see and know perfectly one day. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;When I was a teenager, I had two cousins of different families, but first cousins, who died two years apart both before they turned 18 and their first cousin who died prior to turning 24 a few years later. All died tragically and all lived within 1 mile of each other when they died. I lived within a mile of these precious families. You can imagine what that did to our small community, but we turned to the Lord. We know all things happen for a reason and return to the Father in praise, honor and glory. And, that is what we did. We turned to the Lord. Recently, a couple in our church lost their granddaughter unexpectedly and with no explanation of why. But, God knows. My heart breaks for people in the loss of a loved one and only the Holy Spirit – the great comforter can fully know or be able to respond completely to all that we are going through. Life is short. We are only here for a limited time. I have to ask myself the question – ‘how am I living my live to leave a legacy?” “How am I leaving a mark on humanity albeit one small act of love through the power of the Holy Spirit. Blessed are those who mourn for they will be comforted. Blessed are the poor in spirit. When we realize our limitedness and frailty, we cry out for a Savior who comforts us by his nearness. John 14 gives us comfort. He has prepared a place for us. This is good news and brings us hope in our sorrow. Jesus message is hope. God is enough. When we cannot make sense of our pain and suffering, God is enough. He is our all-sufficient one. We are loved by God even when we are in the midst of the biggest trial or toughest situation. We are loved by God.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-6616564349163456843?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6616564349163456843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=6616564349163456843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6616564349163456843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6616564349163456843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/god-is-at-work.html' title='God is at Work'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-2033290671401347306</id><published>2008-05-28T14:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:41:27.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans8</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.romans8movement.com/"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SD20eVo7qZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5tecCLuNmrQ/s320/r8.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205515177608063378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Romans 8. I am committing to learn it and I am going join the &lt;a href="http://www.romans8movement.com/"&gt;Romans 8 Movement&lt;/a&gt;. It is Katherine Wolf's favorite chapter in the Bible. Katherine is the daughter of Jay Wolf, pastor of First Baptist Church in Montgomery, AL. She recently has had brain damage and is making progress through God's healing hand and the prayers of the saints. I don't think I have ever learned a chapter in the Bible with the exception of Psalm 23. I don't know how long it will take me, but I will try. Katherine has inspired me. &lt;a href="http://www.montgomeryfbc.org/templates/System/details.asp?id=31970&amp;amp;PG=xCast&amp;amp;LID=3033&amp;amp;func=&amp;amp;Style="&gt;Pray for Katherine&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-2033290671401347306?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2033290671401347306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=2033290671401347306' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2033290671401347306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2033290671401347306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/romans8.html' title='Romans8'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SD20eVo7qZI/AAAAAAAAAD0/5tecCLuNmrQ/s72-c/r8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-7969884364831111759</id><published>2008-05-22T11:52:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:07:07.774-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving God, Loving People to the Ends of the Earth</title><content type='html'>"Loving God, loving people to the ends of the earth." That is the mission and vision of our church. How do we do this? As we grow in our knowledge of Him and spend time with Him, He changes us through the Holy Spirit's power. Then, we are able to expand our love for Him (actually He expands our love for Him in our hearts) and that overflows to others - "we love Him because He first loved us". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am reminded of Gary Chapman's book &lt;a href="http://www.fivelovelanguages.com/"&gt;The Five Love Languages&lt;/a&gt;. They are touch, words of affirmation, acts of service, gifts, and quality time. We practiced all 5 of these recently as we went down to Trenholm Court, a local low-income project community. On Saturday, a group of young adults in Montgomery, some from my church and some from other churches, went there together to play basketball, soccer, give out candy, clothes, pray with, encourage, and spend time with the youth there. Just think about the love languages mentioned.  If we can practice these, especially with the children in our communities, neighborhoods, streets and in other countries everywhere we go to those who probably wouldn't otherwise receive love, we would show the love of God to others to the ends of the earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-7969884364831111759?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7969884364831111759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=7969884364831111759' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7969884364831111759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7969884364831111759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/loving-god-loving-people-to-ends-of.html' title='Loving God, Loving People to the Ends of the Earth'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-3946576611867751579</id><published>2008-05-05T11:16:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T11:17:58.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alecia, the Pianist</title><content type='html'>I am so proud of my daughter. She is a fine musician.Her teacher called me last night and indicated that she did the best she’d ever done. She also won a couple of awards for being superior at the Music Federation Competition. She won honorable mention which  only the top 75 out of 385 children have a chance to do. I am so proud of you Alecia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsM8c6vMjIU&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qsM8c6vMjIU&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-3946576611867751579?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3946576611867751579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=3946576611867751579' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3946576611867751579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3946576611867751579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/alecia-pianist.html' title='Alecia, the Pianist'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-7847712112229860333</id><published>2008-05-01T08:34:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T09:45:50.348-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Soccer Champ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SBnXiuxXVDI/AAAAAAAAADs/1XqZCgTc4QU/s1600-h/soccer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SBnXiuxXVDI/AAAAAAAAADs/1XqZCgTc4QU/s320/soccer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195420636819182642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My daughter starred in her first soccer game the other night. I am so proud of her. She has never played soccer before and fearlessly defended the goal as goalie in Tuesday night's game. She played for Team Italy and has already made new friends. I think they are going to have a great year. I am so proud of you Alecia!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-7847712112229860333?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7847712112229860333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=7847712112229860333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7847712112229860333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7847712112229860333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/05/soccer-champ.html' title='Soccer Champ'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SBnXiuxXVDI/AAAAAAAAADs/1XqZCgTc4QU/s72-c/soccer.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-3098894001116769564</id><published>2008-04-29T11:39:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:40:58.845-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Aronov Homes Lawnmower Giveaway</title><content type='html'>Aronov Homes recently held a lawnmower giveaway at the Home Expo. They are a client of ours and our account coordinator did a hilarious presentation! Check it out and vote for Jenny!!!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAhai5yghzw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FAhai5yghzw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-3098894001116769564?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3098894001116769564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=3098894001116769564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3098894001116769564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3098894001116769564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/04/aronov-homes-lawnmower-giveaway.html' title='Aronov Homes Lawnmower Giveaway'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-2358573918029354828</id><published>2008-04-29T11:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:13:09.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caelan Cutting a Rug</title><content type='html'>Our church had a Thrift Store Formal Fundraiser for the youth recently and this video his hilarious of our Pastor's little boy who has been healed of cancer. He is dancing up a storm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRgylBp8sNE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/iRgylBp8sNE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-2358573918029354828?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2358573918029354828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=2358573918029354828' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2358573918029354828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2358573918029354828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/04/caelan-cutting-rug.html' title='Caelan Cutting a Rug'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-4261925128878709661</id><published>2008-04-04T14:31:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-07T17:15:35.489-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Capitol</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R_qYDo5l0OI/AAAAAAAAADk/MSviNEyJbr0/s1600-h/100_1224.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R_qYDo5l0OI/AAAAAAAAADk/MSviNEyJbr0/s320/100_1224.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5186625109156548834" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We took a trip a few weeks ago to our nation's capitol thanks to Delta. We stayed in Crystal City Virginia just across the river and near some pretty cool shoppes. The day we arrived we took in the new Indian Smithsonian Museum. We were exhausted after our travels after catching the metro for the first time and walking to find our way around the National Mall. On Tuesday, we took a Tour Bus and saw the Lincoln Memorial, the FDR Monument, the Arlington Cemetery and watched the changing of the guard. Wednesday was very eventful. I almost got arrested by the Secret Service on the steps of the Capitol. I took a picture with my cell phone and even though I was OUT of the House, they still yelled at me to put my phone up. Then, we toured the Capitol. After walking a long, long way to our congressman's office, we arrived and left our belongings in the office. We toured the rotunda, statuary hall and the senate. No sooner had we walked through the rotunda headed back to the House, than the security guard yells "everybody out." We evacuated the Capitol and were on the streets of Washington for about an hour with only $25 and a cell phone. We toured all the Smithsonians on Thursday. Our plane was delayed 2 hours on Friday so we were glad when we arrived safely at home.  There's no place like home. ((clicks red shoes))&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-4261925128878709661?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4261925128878709661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4261925128878709661' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4261925128878709661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4261925128878709661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/04/capitol.html' title='The Capitol'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R_qYDo5l0OI/AAAAAAAAADk/MSviNEyJbr0/s72-c/100_1224.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6122748984174911317</id><published>2008-02-11T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-11T13:51:11.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Girl Who Looked in the Mirror</title><content type='html'>I like what Monday9am.tv has to say about falling in love.  Not that we have to fall in love with ourselves; we fall in love with Jesus, our maker. However, He does call us to love others as we love ourselves. Check it out if you have 7 minutes:  &lt;a href="http://www.monday9am.tv/monday9amblog/2008/02/film-of-the-w-1.html"&gt;monday9am.tv&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-6122748984174911317?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6122748984174911317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=6122748984174911317' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6122748984174911317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6122748984174911317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/02/girl-who-looked-in-mirror.html' title='The Girl Who Looked in the Mirror'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-8311058088477812504</id><published>2008-01-28T09:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-28T09:56:29.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I like Mike</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R536_2WI_hI/AAAAAAAAADc/j9fYlKuHclI/s1600-h/banner_ilikemikered.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R536_2WI_hI/AAAAAAAAADc/j9fYlKuHclI/s320/banner_ilikemikered.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160556722863537682" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like Mike Huckabee and everything he stands for and pray for him to be the next President of the United States.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-8311058088477812504?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/8311058088477812504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=8311058088477812504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/8311058088477812504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/8311058088477812504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-like-mike.html' title='I like Mike'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R536_2WI_hI/AAAAAAAAADc/j9fYlKuHclI/s72-c/banner_ilikemikered.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-5467100321397278288</id><published>2008-01-23T21:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-23T21:54:59.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Keva's Treasure Hunt</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Recently, we had a video scavenger hunt birthday party for my roommate Keva. There were three groups that went out. Here is one of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7ry7mgKXLE"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i.ytimg.com/vi/w7ry7mgKXLE/default.jpg"&gt;Watch the video!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-5467100321397278288?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5467100321397278288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=5467100321397278288' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/5467100321397278288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/5467100321397278288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/01/kevas-treasure-hunt.html' title='Keva&apos;s Treasure Hunt'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-1379603389713265112</id><published>2008-01-10T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-10T21:41:44.362-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2008</title><content type='html'>My prayer for 2008 is for God to show me more of His love. Oh that I would know how deep, how wide and how long is His love (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%203:18;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;eph. 3:18&lt;/a&gt;), and to love him more and to love others. What about you? What are your goals, prayers and hopes for this year?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-1379603389713265112?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1379603389713265112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=1379603389713265112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1379603389713265112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1379603389713265112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/01/2008.html' title='2008'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-3285167291064606316</id><published>2008-01-03T12:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T12:54:35.922-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One</title><content type='html'>Thought for the day: We are One.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are One with God because Christ lives in us through the Holy Spirit. I love what Jesus says in John 17 that He and the Father being One.  It is empowering to know that He is living in me and through me and that as I live to the Spirit and not the flesh that we are One. His prayer is also that WE be One. How do we do that? How can we do that more this year? I dare think so much of myself to think that I can be caught up in the Trinity but there is perfect unity there.  Oneness of purpose in Father, Son and Spirit. That same power lives in me and is mind-boggling. As Christians, God's desire is that we be One. What are some practical ways can we do that?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-3285167291064606316?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3285167291064606316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=3285167291064606316' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3285167291064606316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3285167291064606316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2008/01/one.html' title='One'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-4591770371009553325</id><published>2007-12-29T10:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-29T11:30:41.695-06:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Year in Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z7ci9DazI/AAAAAAAAACc/FvuADnfWizE/s1600-h/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149438954294176562" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 229px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 165px" height="218" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z7ci9DazI/AAAAAAAAACc/FvuADnfWizE/s320/easter.jpg" width="284" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have spent some time in bed recently following my tonsillectomy and have been thinking about the year in review. I have enjoyed a full year in my new house and God has blessed me richly with friends and family. Thanks to all who have helped take care of me during my recent surgery and helped take care of me and my family over the past year. God sets the lonely in families and He is faithful to provide everything we need. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alecia completed 3rd grade with A's and B's in the spring and her first year &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z65i9DaxI/AAAAAAAAACM/9ZEFWG4Im_4/s1600-h/swimteam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149438352998755090" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" height="146" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z65i9DaxI/AAAAAAAAACM/9ZEFWG4Im_4/s320/swimteam.jpg" width="216" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;of Awana TNT's. She had a successful Summer Swim League competition with the YMCA. Getting up to be at swim practice at 7:30 am three mornings a week was grueling but it paid off. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In April she was baptized after receiving Christ in November of last year (see previous post with photo) and I have seen her grow and mature as she learns to follow the ways of Christ. She has been such a blessing and it has been a blessing to see God work in her life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z8KC9Da0I/AAAAAAAAACk/HupdowSa71E/s1600-h/katie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149439735978224450" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 189px" height="184" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z8KC9Da0I/AAAAAAAAACk/HupdowSa71E/s320/katie.jpg" width="220" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We got to share in raising a dog for a short period of time. We shared Katie with some very good friends of ours. She recently found a new home better suited to her though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alecia completed her first year of piano with a recital and did very well. We got to spend a few days with my brother and his family at the beach and she enjoyed playing with her baby &lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aDxS9Da6I/AAAAAAAAADU/VQBppYJPGsM/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149448106869484450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" height="133" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aDxS9Da6I/AAAAAAAAADU/VQBppYJPGsM/s320/piano.jpg" width="218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;cousins. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;She started fourth grade in the fall and has been doing well. We are blessed with a wonderful teacher this year. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We accompanied the youth on a trip this summer to Tennessee and had a wonderful time.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aBTi9Da1I/AAAAAAAAACs/zPaUrGg4UrU/s1600-h/piano.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have been blessed to have so many friends help me with home repairs - painting, new ceiling fans, new lights in the kitchen and living room. We have grilled out, camped out and met many new friends from the military through our church. I received a new office with a window as we were acquired by a new company this year. I have seen the Lord bless my work and have received huge blessings from the people I work for and with. I have also seen three close friends get married this year. God is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aCWC9Da4I/AAAAAAAAADE/-X6OCIJH0rQ/s1600-h/painter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149446539206421378" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aCWC9Da4I/AAAAAAAAADE/-X6OCIJH0rQ/s320/painter.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aCZy9Da5I/AAAAAAAAADM/xwB4b3d_vsE/s1600-h/chadnalecia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5149446603630930834" style="CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3aCZy9Da5I/AAAAAAAAADM/xwB4b3d_vsE/s320/chadnalecia.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I prayed that God would take me deeper into his word this year and he has shown me my true identity in Him. &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=1%20corinthians%201:30;&amp;amp;version=31;"&gt;1 Corinthians 1:30 &lt;/a&gt;says that it is because of God that I am in Christ and he is for me my righteousness, holiness and redemption. I also know that I am totally loved, accepted and forgiven in him. My prayer is that you will know this too. My prayer for 2008 is that he blesses us to be a blessings "glocally" - globally and locally. I also want to know the greatest commandment more fully that I may know His love, love him and love others more. What about you? How has God blessed you this past year? What are you praying for the new year? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&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/12653235-4591770371009553325?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4591770371009553325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4591770371009553325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4591770371009553325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4591770371009553325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/12/2007-year-in-review.html' title='2007 Year in Review'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/R3Z7ci9DazI/AAAAAAAAACc/FvuADnfWizE/s72-c/easter.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-7499108140307762447</id><published>2007-11-15T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-15T12:29:00.930-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Video of the Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7zehZ8ngJE"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RzyP2u_moNI/AAAAAAAAACE/CeNsnm32xEA/s320/gabby.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5133135845786034386" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is an amazing dance by a 4-year old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=w7zehZ8ngJE&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-7499108140307762447?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7499108140307762447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=7499108140307762447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7499108140307762447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7499108140307762447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/11/video-of-week.html' title='Video of the Week'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RzyP2u_moNI/AAAAAAAAACE/CeNsnm32xEA/s72-c/gabby.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-7673414537586655344</id><published>2007-11-14T21:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-14T21:49:50.379-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Step Back In Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RzvAjO_moKI/AAAAAAAAABs/9tnkluB-oSw/s1600-h/fttoulouse-gate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RzvAjO_moKI/AAAAAAAAABs/9tnkluB-oSw/s320/fttoulouse-gate.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132907911871635618" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I visited Fort Toulouse in Wetumpka, AL with my daughter's class on Friday. It a neat experience and a step back in time. They have a fort (duh!) and actors that portray what it was like to dress, dine, kill and conduct business during that time. When you drive up to the fort, you can smell campfires. Each station has people teaching about some aspect of the time period, whether it is music (bagpipes), weapons (man actually throwing a hatchet), dance (Indians dressed in mostly long shirts and chaps ~ and that's all!) or food (homemade butter). They had shops set up where you can buy leather goods or animal skin products. It was an eye-opening experience. Oh and did I mention that every 30 minutes, a canon sounded? I am so thankful that we live in a time where there is running water and electricity!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-7673414537586655344?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/7673414537586655344/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=7673414537586655344' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7673414537586655344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/7673414537586655344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/11/step-back-in-time.html' title='A Step Back In Time'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RzvAjO_moKI/AAAAAAAAABs/9tnkluB-oSw/s72-c/fttoulouse-gate.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-2269185106057559596</id><published>2007-10-17T22:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:28:36.095-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nawlins</title><content type='html'>I visited my brother in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;New Orleans&lt;/span&gt; last weekend and had a great time dining at Landry's and watching the fish jump up out of Lake Pontchartrain. Fun times. We toured around the city on Saturday and saw a very sad part of town, the Ninth Ward. It still reminds me of a third world country. House after house was either gone, leaving only a foundation, or the frame was still their but the roof was caved in and all the belongings gone or washed away. Street signs washed away or stapled to a tree. Then, there were a few houses with people still living in them. I pray for those folks peaking out of their modest, very humble homes from the screen porch and I love them. Christ loves them and weeps over the city. We should too. Oh that we would see the healing waters of love and acceptance and grace and mercy flowing over the city - that the city would well up in revival. With God, all things are possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-2269185106057559596?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2269185106057559596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=2269185106057559596' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2269185106057559596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2269185106057559596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/10/nawlins.html' title='Nawlins'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-4187385780719629744</id><published>2007-10-17T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-17T22:23:09.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dancing Shoes</title><content type='html'>It's hard to find a good pair of dancing shoes. I searched two weeks ago for the perfect pair and after 3 days of traveling from store to store on my lunch hour - determined I was going to find the right shoe or die trying - I walked right into a store and there they were. On my last attempt, I found the perfect shoe and my friend and I went dancing that very night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning to dance is a lot like learning to relate to someone. I liken it to relating to God. He wants lead - but will I follow? He says stay close to me but will I wonder? He says pay attention to me but something else catches my eye. Someone should write a book about it. I sing "Where He leads me I will follow" but do I really mean it? As we get closer to someone and have experience knowing them, it is easier to get into a rhythm. Some don't even want to put on their dancing shoes for fear that they'll get their toes stepped on. Sometimes He does but only to make us more like Him and a better dancer!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-4187385780719629744?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4187385780719629744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4187385780719629744' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4187385780719629744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4187385780719629744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/10/dancing-shoes.html' title='Dancing Shoes'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-5428420600022305182</id><published>2007-10-02T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:43:49.674-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I love how The Message interprets James 1:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=james%201;&amp;amp;version=65;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;James 1 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;1I, James, am a slave of God and the Master Jesus, writing to the twelve tribes scattered to Kingdom Come: Hello! Faith Under Pressure&lt;br /&gt; 2-4Consider it a sheer gift, friends, when tests and challenges come at you from all sides. You know that under pressure, your faith-life is forced into the open and shows its true colors. So don't try to get out of anything prematurely. Let it do its work so you become mature and well-developed, not deficient in any way.&lt;br /&gt; 5-8If you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help. You'll get his help, and won't be condescended to when you ask for it. Ask boldly, believingly, without a second thought. People who "worry their prayers" are like wind-whipped waves. Don't think you're going to get anything from the Master that way, adrift at sea, keeping all your options open.&lt;br /&gt; 9-11When down-and-outers get a break, cheer! And when the arrogant rich are brought down to size, cheer! Prosperity is as short-lived as a wildflower, so don't ever count on it. You know that as soon as the sun rises, pouring down its scorching heat, the flower withers. Its petals wilt and, before you know it, that beautiful face is a barren stem. Well, that's a picture of the "prosperous life." At the very moment everyone is looking on in admiration, it fades away to nothing.&lt;br /&gt; 12Anyone who meets a testing challenge head-on and manages to stick it out is mighty fortunate. For such persons loyally in love with God, the reward is life and more life&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I must say, I have never thought of it as a sheer gift to endure trials. I can consider it joy mostly (although not happiness) but joy because I  know my heavenly Father will work out all things for my good because I love Him. However, I have never thought of it as a sheer GIFT. I have heard that God whispers on the mountain top but he shouts in the valley and I have heard that it is in the valley where you grow, but I have not often thought of the valley as being a sheer gift. hmmm... "Don't try to get out of things prematurely" relates to "let patience have its perfect work" in the NIV. I don't know about you, but whenver I am going through a trial,&lt;br /&gt;I try my best to figure out a way out of it. Perhaps, I am missing the point - God wants to speak to me, he wants me to grow by going through my trial. He will make me mature and complete through it. I love the part - "if you don't know what you're doing, pray to the Father. He loves to help." It seems so simple the way he puts it as if it should be followed with "duh". However, so many times I forget.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A friend sent me a text message once that said "look up" at a fireworks show. I save it as a reminder that I need to look up to heaven often and pray and ask God for wisdom. How about you? How does this passage from The Message speak to you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-5428420600022305182?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/5428420600022305182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=5428420600022305182' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/5428420600022305182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/5428420600022305182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-love-how-message-interprets-james-1.html' title=''/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-1649403701573564388</id><published>2007-09-20T10:28:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-20T10:32:18.337-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser!</title><content type='html'>Today, I will make decisions. According to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Biggest Loser, &lt;/span&gt;approximately 500 food decisions. What will I eat? How much should I eat? When should I eat? Today, I will not eat the chocolate mousse pie that our IT director made. Partly, because I ate 2 pieces yesterday and partly because it is now all gone. Today, I will choose. And, I declare: I will choose wisely! Will you? What helps you make wise decisions about food? Monday and Tuesday, my roommate and I walked 30 minutes. Sunday, I walked with a friend 45 minutes. Today, I will walk again! I will make a life decision to be healthy and take care of my body - the temple of the Holy Spirit. I truly want to know - WHAT helps you! How are you making life changes? Wise food decisions?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-1649403701573564388?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1649403701573564388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=1649403701573564388' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1649403701573564388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1649403701573564388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/09/loser.html' title='Loser!'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-4977348311844885099</id><published>2007-09-07T04:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-09-07T04:14:56.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>All Night-er</title><content type='html'>I am currently  at work with some awesome people working an all night-er for charity. For the past 4 years, we have participated in CreateAthon, a 24-hour event where we develop createve  materials, web sites, etc. for non-profits. Tomorrow, I will  be loopy  and have a very emotional review of all the work we have done for some wonderful agencies that are helping so many people with little or no resouces.  You can read more about it at &lt;a href="http://www.lwtcom.com"&gt;www.lwtcom.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More when I have had more sleep....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-4977348311844885099?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4977348311844885099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4977348311844885099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4977348311844885099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4977348311844885099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/09/all-night-er.html' title='All Night-er'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-3074892640988298330</id><published>2007-08-10T10:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T12:25:49.639-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Constant</title><content type='html'>Recently, I have read on three different occasions and different sources that God never changes. I think He might be trying to reveal something to me. You think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Webster defines &lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/constant"&gt;Constant&lt;/a&gt; as&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;con·stant&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span class="pronset"&gt;   &lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;  &lt;span class="show_ipapr" style="display: none;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pron"&gt;ˈkɒn&lt;img class="luna-Img" src="http://cache.lexico.com/dictionary/graphics/luna/thinsp.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;stənt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;/&lt;/span&gt; &lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="pk = window.open('/help/luna/IPA_pron_key.html', 'PronunciationKey','height=700,width=560,left=0,top=0,resizable,scrollbars');if(pk){pk.focus();}" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click for pronunciation key';return true;" title="Click for pronunciation key"&gt;Pronunciation Key&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="pron_toggle" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt; - &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a class="pronlink" onclick="javascript:show_sp()" onmouseout="status='';return true;" onmouseover="status='Click to toggle pronunciation';return true;" title="Click to show spelled pronunciation"&gt;Show Spelled Pronunciation&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="show_spellpr" style="display: inline;"&gt;&lt;span class="prondelim"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;–adjective  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;not changing or varying; uniform; regular; invariable: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;All conditions during the three experiments were constant. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;2.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;continuing without pause or letup; unceasing: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;constant noise. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;3.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;regularly recurrent; continual; persistent: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;He found it impossible to work with constant interruption. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;4.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;faithful; unswerving in love, devotion, etc.: &lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;a constant lover. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;5.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;steadfast; firm in mind or purpose; resolute. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;6.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Obsolete&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;certain; confident. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;span class="pg"&gt;–noun  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;7.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;something that does not or cannot change or vary. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;8.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Physics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;a number expressing a property, quantity, or relation that remains unchanged under specified conditions. &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;9.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span class="labset"&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;Mathematics&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;a quantity assumed to be unchanged throughout a given discussion.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This description helps so much when you think about the nature of God. Notice that I did not say character. A pastor recently told me that character is indicative of the nature of a person changing - in the case of the Christian becoming more Christ-like. In relation to God - he never changes, so in the word, we study about his nature. Isn't that cool? Comforting to know? Isn't is wonderful to  know a person who never changes??!!! I have several acquaintances whom I talk/work with regularly who have differences in their personality and I never know who I am going to get. It's frustrating. But, with God, there is safety in the relationship because he is always the same. There is a paradox there; however, because God is multi-faceted and no human will be able to fully know Him. But, we CAN know him. Have I confused you yet? When I was alone expecting a baby (and numerous other times in my life), I found God to be a constant rock in my life in whom I could trust and depend on. I am intrigued by the above description and will most likely write more about how it relates to the nature of God. How have you found God to be constant in your life? Faithful?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-3074892640988298330?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3074892640988298330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=3074892640988298330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3074892640988298330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3074892640988298330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/08/constant.html' title='Constant'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6218653501709568611</id><published>2007-07-31T13:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T13:30:55.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Boston</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/Rq9_tsMwedI/AAAAAAAAABE/dFkwGJCc5ho/s1600-h/boston.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5093430126514829778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/Rq9_tsMwedI/AAAAAAAAABE/dFkwGJCc5ho/s320/boston.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My mom, Alecia and I visited Boston yesterday. We toured the Freedom trail and visited the home of Paul Revere and the Old North Church.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am currently in a training class on a computer software and will blog more later with my own photos, but we had a great time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-6218653501709568611?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6218653501709568611/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=6218653501709568611' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6218653501709568611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6218653501709568611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/07/my-mom-alecia-and-i-visited-boston.html' title='Boston'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/Rq9_tsMwedI/AAAAAAAAABE/dFkwGJCc5ho/s72-c/boston.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-2888345274188297663</id><published>2007-07-17T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-17T11:36:24.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/Rpzo7BTIVlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vDA7SvWUkcU/s1600-h/Boracay_Clear_Water.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/Rpzo7BTIVlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vDA7SvWUkcU/s320/Boracay_Clear_Water.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088197779680417362" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Matthew%205:8;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Matthew 5:&lt;span id="en-NIV-23243" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; "Blessed are the pure in heart, for they will see God."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; -Jesus, circa 30 A.D.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/pure"&gt;Pure&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt; is defined as&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- free from anything of a different, inferior, or contaminating kind; free from extraneous matter: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pure gold; pure water. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- free from foreign or inappropriate elements&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;- clear; free from blemishes: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pure skin. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;clean, spotless, or unsullied: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pure hands. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;  &lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;untainted with evil; innocent: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;pure in heart.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I've struggled with what Jesus meant many times but this definition helped to "clear" some things up. I wrestled with the question, "am I pure by nature or is it something for which I continually strive?" I think it is both. Afterall, Jesus did say in &lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=john%2013:10;&amp;version=31;"&gt;John 13&lt;/a&gt;, that we are already clean. We are clean and spotless by nature. But, how often do we go through the day and attract foreign or inappropriate elements?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=63&amp;chapter=1&amp;amp;verse=15&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Titus 1:15&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, Paul says "to the pure, all things are pure". In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=69&amp;chapter=3&amp;amp;verse=3&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;1 John 3:3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, John says that if we hope in Jesus, "we are pure just as he is pure". So, that's it - we're pure, we don't have to worry about anything else. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I don't think so. We are in the world and not of the world. In the world, we contract what is different and impure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; all the time. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=61&amp;chapter=5&amp;amp;verse=22&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;1 Timothy 5:22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:trebuchet ms;font-size:100%;"  &gt;, Paul instructs us to keep ourselves pure. In Titus 2, Paul instructs older women to teach younger women to be pure. In &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=57&amp;chapter=2&amp;amp;verse=15&amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;Philippians 2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;, Paul instructs us to live a live without complaining or arguing so that we can become pure. There's the promise! It is something you receive as you live a holy lifestyle and are sanctified by the Holy Spirit. If it was easy to live in this world and not contract impurities, there would be no instruction needed. And, that is what we continue to strive for -- to work out our salvation with fear and trembling. To run in such a way to win the prize. To stay close to the vine to receive what we need for without him, we can do nothing. Thoughts? What helps you in your efforts to stay pure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that we may be pure in heart in order to see God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-2888345274188297663?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/2888345274188297663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=2888345274188297663' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2888345274188297663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/2888345274188297663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/07/pure.html' title='Pure'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/Rpzo7BTIVlI/AAAAAAAAAA8/vDA7SvWUkcU/s72-c/Boracay_Clear_Water.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-1187789349001781662</id><published>2007-07-12T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-12T10:02:14.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lavished</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="en-NIV-29198" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In him we have redemption through his blood, the forgiveness of sins, in accordance with the riches of God's grace &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-29199" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;that he lavished on us with all wisdom and understanding. &lt;/span&gt;(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=ephesians%201:7-8;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Eph. 1:7-8&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why should we ever complain? If we realize what we have in Christ - the forgiveness of sins, righteousness, redemption, and the riches of his grace that he lavished on us, we should always be joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think of being "lavished", I think of the lost son who squandered his money on wild living. That is the Prodigal Son, but then he came to his senses and determined to go back to his father. He confessed and repented. But, then we read of the Prodigal Father-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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 sandals on his feet. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25604" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bring the fattened calf and kill it. Let's have a feast and celebrate. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-25605" class="sup"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&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;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Luke%2015:11-31;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Luke 15:11-31&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;The Prodigal Father (Our Heavenly Father) gives generously, "lavishly" and recklessly without thought, he gives us all the riches at his disposal because we are of great worth to him. We mean that much to him. It was said once that the greatest love requires the greatest price and our Father gave the one thing (or person) that meant the most - his son. May we see the precious riches of his grace that he lavishes on us!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-1187789349001781662?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/1187789349001781662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=1187789349001781662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1187789349001781662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/1187789349001781662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/07/lavished.html' title='Lavished'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6352114820811038939</id><published>2007-07-10T12:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-11T10:30:22.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Goal</title><content type='html'>Over the weekend, I accompanied some youth on an adventurous trip to Ocoee, TN where they enjoyed paint-balling, whitewater rafting, ropes courses, rock-climbing, building pyramids, etc. In each event there was a goal whether it was to eliminate the other team in a paint-ball fight, beat the other team in a ropes course, stay alive rafting down the river or ring the bell at the top of a rigorous rock-climbing wall.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpPFaAYwuKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wvukEslQc2M/s1600-h/100_0659.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpPFaAYwuKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wvukEslQc2M/s320/100_0659.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085625454802548898" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been reading lately about goals and the goals of our life. Too often, I have made my goal something other than Christ. I have either had a goal to succeed at something, achieve something or just survive the day. However, I am realizing that my goal should be Christ. Christ first, second and third. In everything, I want to know Christ and the fellowship of his sufferings and the power of his resurrection (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%203:10;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Prov. 3:10&lt;/a&gt;). In knowing Christ, I will enjoy him and glorify him but I must be like Paul and say that I consider everything a loss compared to knowing him (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%203:7;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Phil. 3:7&lt;/a&gt;). Paul also said, "I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus."(&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Philippians%203:14;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Phil. 3:14&lt;/a&gt;) (&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Proverbs%203:5-6;&amp;version=31;"&gt;Prov. 3:5-6&lt;/a&gt;) says "Trust in the Lord and lean not on your own understanding. In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your path." I acknowledge him as I choose to know him in every circumstance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpPFtAYwuLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SJIJH8J9zsY/s1600-h/100_0640.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpPFtAYwuLI/AAAAAAAAAA0/SJIJH8J9zsY/s320/100_0640.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085625781220063410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the goal of your life? If it is anything other than Christ, you will not experience true happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;p.s. The goal of the pyramid is to get everyone up before everyone came toppling down. We had great fun!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-6352114820811038939?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6352114820811038939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=6352114820811038939' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6352114820811038939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6352114820811038939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/07/goal.html' title='The Goal'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpPFaAYwuKI/AAAAAAAAAAs/wvukEslQc2M/s72-c/100_0659.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6337643206505545110</id><published>2007-07-09T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:48:41.169-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Adventure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpJ0jAYwuJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKmAkh2exfU/s1600-h/100_0662.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpJ0jAYwuJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKmAkh2exfU/s320/100_0662.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085255074002811026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Climbing Rocks, Whitewater Rafting, swinging from ropes high above the trees all make for a great weekend adventure. I had the chance to do so recently when I accompanied the youth from our church to Oconee, TN. We had a great time and got to contemplate on the greatness of God's creation and the truths of his word.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-6337643206505545110?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6337643206505545110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=6337643206505545110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6337643206505545110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6337643206505545110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/07/climbing-rocks-whitewater-rafting.html' title='The Great Adventure'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpJ0jAYwuJI/AAAAAAAAAAk/HKmAkh2exfU/s72-c/100_0662.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-3688405134947753999</id><published>2007-07-09T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T12:41:56.027-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpJzIAYwuII/AAAAAAAAAAc/GdxnwLBSeLo/s1600-h/100_0609.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpJzIAYwuII/AAAAAAAAAAc/GdxnwLBSeLo/s320/100_0609.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5085253510634715266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have had the chance to hang out recently with some great kids. My brother and his wife along with their three boys, whom Alecia adores, are preparing to move to New Orleans to embark on the next phase in his career as a full-time student to Baptist Theological Seminary. We hung out at Meemaws a bit during on of their moving days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-3688405134947753999?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3688405134947753999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=3688405134947753999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3688405134947753999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3688405134947753999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/07/boys.html' title='The boys'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RpJzIAYwuII/AAAAAAAAAAc/GdxnwLBSeLo/s72-c/100_0609.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-6155844490033158292</id><published>2007-06-26T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-26T08:18:05.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Identity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=James%201:18;&amp;version=31;"&gt;James 1:&lt;span id="en-NIV-30269" class="sup"&gt;18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He chose to give us birth through the word of truth, that we might be a kind of firstfruits of all he created.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whenever a baby is born, people often say that they look like the mother or the father. Then, as the child grows, you can see the traits of the parents in the child. As a Christian, what are we to "look" like?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was reading James 1:18 this morning and have thought about it before that, God gave birth to us. That is why it is often said we are "born again." When we encounter new birth, it is only natural (or supernatural : ) that we will be like our Father. We have been studying &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Intimacy with the Father&lt;/span&gt; the last couple of Wednesday nights and last week, we talked about the nature of the Father.  We have been given the traits of the Father because of Jesus and through the Holy Spirit. He is the one who gives us love for one another, causes us to be holy, allows us to be merciful, giving, kind, joyful, peaceful, and all of the things that Jesus, our older brother and the firstborn among the brethren was on this earth. Isn't it amazing. And, just like our children who grow and mature, we are growing and maturing in Jesus every day. We haven't arrived yeet, but we press on toward the goal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you growing in Jesus? Are you maturing? Are you seeking to be like your Father more and more every day?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-6155844490033158292?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/6155844490033158292/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=6155844490033158292' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6155844490033158292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/6155844490033158292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/06/identity.html' title='Identity'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-724190732411896493</id><published>2007-06-14T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T15:21:47.559-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Courage</title><content type='html'>Courage is defined as-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="me"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="pg"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;table class="luna-Ent"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="dn" valign="top"&gt;1.&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="top"&gt;the quality of mind or spirit that enables a person to face difficulty, danger, pain, etc., without fear; bravery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;What does it mean to &lt;span class="secondary-bf"&gt;have the courage of one's convictions and &lt;/span&gt;to act in accordance with one's beliefs, especially in spite of criticism?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord said to Joshua:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-5858" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "Be strong and courageous, because you will lead these people to inherit the land I swore to their forefathers to give them. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;" id="en-NIV-5859" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Be strong and very courageous.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said this to him right after saying that he would always be with him and that no one would be able to stand against him. Joshua could be courageous because he knew his God. Joshua could accept the charge and execute the Lord's plan with the power of the Holy Spirit because he knew his God. How well do we know our God?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have been doing this Bible study on Wednesday nights on knowing THE Father.  Our worldview is clearer when we KNOW the Father. We are able to face dangers and pain without fear when we know who is on our side and what it means for us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder when does the 'without fear' part come into play. Is it when we actually step into what God has for us? Often, God has called me to something and I have wavered in my mind certainly without courage, but the moment I determine to follow God in obedience wherever he may lead, that is when I think courage is exhibited. Was it this way with Jesus? When he was in the garden, did he have fear as he said "Father, let this cup pass from me"? Then, did he face the difficulty, danger and pain as he determined in his heart that he would surrender in obedience to the Father? Let us endeavor to be like him. When have you face difficulty, danger and pain without fear lately?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-724190732411896493?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/724190732411896493/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=724190732411896493' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/724190732411896493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/724190732411896493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/06/courage.html' title='Courage'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-972056297326249924</id><published>2007-06-06T10:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:32:58.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Baptism</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RmbStlBWs7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RX2nHGPHsFg/s1600-h/100_0481.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RmbStlBWs7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RX2nHGPHsFg/s320/100_0481.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072973710753182642" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   Sunday was a very special day for my daughter and a stepping out in faith as she made a public testimony of her faith in Jesus by being baptized. I am so proud of her and it has been a joy to see the Holy Spirit work in her life and heart to bring her to the knowledge and submission to Jesus Christ and of justification, acceptance and regeneration. Wow!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-972056297326249924?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/972056297326249924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=972056297326249924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/972056297326249924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/972056297326249924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/06/baptism.html' title='Baptism'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RmbStlBWs7I/AAAAAAAAAAU/RX2nHGPHsFg/s72-c/100_0481.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-3204294068816884117</id><published>2007-06-06T09:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T10:26:42.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Slowing Down</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RmbKOlBWs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EE0GzaMUIb0/s1600-h/100_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RmbKOlBWs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EE0GzaMUIb0/s320/100_0452.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5072964382084215714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   I haven't slowed down much to blog since my last post but had a  slowing down moment on Saturday. Some friends of mine and I drove up to Chewalca State Park and hiked to the Waterfalls. It was a moment in time away from the hustle and bustle of everyday life and very relaxing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-3204294068816884117?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/3204294068816884117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=3204294068816884117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3204294068816884117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/3204294068816884117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/06/slowing-down.html' title='Slowing Down'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/RmbKOlBWs6I/AAAAAAAAAAM/EE0GzaMUIb0/s72-c/100_0452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-898579135958564720</id><published>2007-06-01T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T15:24:13.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gas Station Experience</title><content type='html'>I have been leaning on the Holy Spirit more and praying for divine opportunities throughout the day and had an awesome experience at the gas station this morning. A lady came out to her car and mentioned something about the number on my pump. Then, she said she is "so happy." I proceeded to ask her what she was happy about and she let me know she had been in a car accident and how she had gotten a new car. She didn't think it was going to happen but it's hers and she is so happy. I took the opportunity to ask her if we could thank God for that and she said yes. We went immediately to the Father in prayer and I thanked him for all Mrs. Annie's blessings and by the time we were through, she was in tears you could tell it really ministered to her. We hugged and it was magical how two sisters in Christ could "randomly" encounter one another and be able to pray together. It also gave me hope to true transformation in our city as two strangers from different ethnicities could come together In Christ over pumping gas! How sweet the Spirit is.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-898579135958564720?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/898579135958564720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=898579135958564720' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/898579135958564720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/898579135958564720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/06/gas-station-experience.html' title='Gas Station Experience'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12653235.post-4703294786775807066</id><published>2007-06-01T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-01T08:41:20.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Leaf</title><content type='html'>I am going to attempt to blog again. It's been two years and I am not a writer but I need an outlet (and more time!) but here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12653235-4703294786775807066?l=ideasxchange.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/feeds/4703294786775807066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12653235&amp;postID=4703294786775807066' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4703294786775807066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12653235/posts/default/4703294786775807066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ideasxchange.blogspot.com/2007/06/new-leaf.html' title='New Leaf'/><author><name>lfhicks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08872033129904461528</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_7rwHtyq2JYg/SrKhraG1xhI/AAAAAAAAAJs/GQ4wdx3XtCs/S220/laura-prca.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
