<?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-4770804019482971720</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:10:42.067-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Prepare Me To Be A Sanctuary</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-1838161395737796962</id><published>2011-06-22T14:50:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T14:54:17.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Grandson Tells His Dad About Field Trip To FireHouse</title><content type='html'>Drake went to the fire house for a field trip yesterday.....I asked him if he had&lt;br /&gt;fun.... &lt;br /&gt;                "ya" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"so drake...did you see the fire trucks...and firemen" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                "ya" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"ok...so what was the coolest thing...I mean what did you like"... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drake replies....and I quote; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"dad, they have 3 REFRIGRATORS"..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rest my case.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4770804019482971720-1838161395737796962?l=angelsamongus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/1838161395737796962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-grandson-tells-his-dad-about-field.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/1838161395737796962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/1838161395737796962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/06/our-grandson-tells-his-dad-about-field.html' title='Our Grandson Tells His Dad About Field Trip To FireHouse'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-7552488689483389368</id><published>2011-04-29T09:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T09:55:21.922-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Powerful Prolife Message</title><content type='html'>A worried woman went to her gynecologist and said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Doctor, I have a serious pr...oblem and desperately need your help! My baby is not even 1 year old and I'm pregnant again. I don't want kids so close together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the doctor said: 'Ok and what do you want me to do?' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She said: 'I want you to end my pregnancy, and I'm counting on your help with this.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor thought for a little, and after some silence he said to the lady: 'I think I have a better solution for your problem. It's less dangerous for you too.' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She smiled, thinking that the doctor was going to accept her request. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he continued: 'You see, in order for you not to have to take care 2 babies at the same time, let's kill the one in your arms. This way, you could rest some before the other one is born. If we're going to kill one of them, it doesn't matter which one it is. There would be no risk for your body if you chose the one in your arms.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lady was horrified and said: 'No doctor! How terrible! It's a crime to kill a child! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I agree', the doctor replied. 'But you seemed to be OK with it, so I thought maybe that was the best solution.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor smiled, realizing that he had made his point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He convinced the mom that there is no difference in killing a child that's already been born and one that's still in the womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The crime is the same!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you agree, please SHARE. Together we can help save precious lives! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Love says I sacrifice myself for the good of the other person. Abortion says I sacrifice the other person for the good of myself..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus sacrificed Himself for the good of sinners! That's perfect love!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;I received this as an e-mail and post it on FB&gt;See More&lt;br /&gt;By: Sihol Gianito Situmorang..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4770804019482971720-7552488689483389368?l=angelsamongus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/7552488689483389368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/04/powerful-prolife-message.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/7552488689483389368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/7552488689483389368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/04/powerful-prolife-message.html' title='Powerful Prolife Message'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-1704592987393391388</id><published>2011-03-06T16:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T16:05:33.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On My Father's Side by The Barn Again Gang</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/N5ddoyfn6g4?fs=1" frameborder="0" allowFullScreen=""&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4770804019482971720-1704592987393391388?l=angelsamongus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/1704592987393391388/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-my-fathers-side-by-barn-again-gang.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/1704592987393391388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/1704592987393391388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/03/on-my-fathers-side-by-barn-again-gang.html' title='On My Father&apos;s Side by The Barn Again Gang'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/N5ddoyfn6g4/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-2137166436261650094</id><published>2011-02-11T15:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-11T15:18:21.187-06:00</updated><title type='text'>This Photo Says It All!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlkVSlSP-mI/TVWnVHq9SuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TRK8HkQ8DHc/s1600/PP"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlkVSlSP-mI/TVWnVHq9SuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TRK8HkQ8DHc/s320/PP" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572544095219174114" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4770804019482971720-2137166436261650094?l=angelsamongus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/2137166436261650094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-photo-says-it-all.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/2137166436261650094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/2137166436261650094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/02/this-photo-says-it-all.html' title='This Photo Says It All!'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-UlkVSlSP-mI/TVWnVHq9SuI/AAAAAAAAAG8/TRK8HkQ8DHc/s72-c/PP' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-6251720456057193317</id><published>2011-02-07T09:33:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:36:40.117-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Letter To Unborn Grandchild</title><content type='html'>Dearest Unborn Grandchild, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am about to meet you in 5 weeks or so, and I am so excited! You will be my first grandchild, and I have no idea if you are a boy or a girl, but that really doesn't matter to me as long as you are born happy and healthy. I do have to admit I kind of hope you are a girl, only because I had 3 boys and having a little girl would be nice. But if you are a boy that's fine too because I'm tough and I'll be able to handle you because I've already raised three! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought that I would get to this stage of my life, where anticipating your arrival is almost as exciting for me as waiting for your dad to be born was. You are already near and dear to my heart, and I am already dreaming of how I can remodel our house and yards to make your life more fun and happy: A new grass area in the backyard so you can roll on the grass and play, a new playground area so I can watch your happy face smile down at me and say "grandma, look at me, I'm going down the slide now!", a new lawn in the front, the same place that your dad played when he was growing up, on the same patch of earth that he and his brother fought and cried over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yes it will be fun. I promise to be a fun grandma, I'm going to read you stories like I used to read to your daddy, and when it's time to go to bed we will play "shoot out the lights". I will give you an imaginary slingshot and you can aim it right at the lights and we will play at shooting the lights out before you close your beautiful eyes and drift off the sleep. I will bring out the fun puppy books that I used to read to your daddy, and we will pray every night before you go to bed. Together you and I will have lots of fun, and when your mom and dad are not around I'll probably let you get away with things that they might not approve of, but as you will learn, that's what good grandmas do. They spoil you and give you things that you won't get elsewhere! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm just so excited that you are coming soon! This will be a new rebirth - for both you and I. Your birthday will always be a special day for me, and when you get bigger the parties will get grander and the spoiling will get worse. You will cry to me please - please grandma can I have this or that, and honestly, if I have the money and you've been good, you'll probably bat your eyes at me and get your way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's because you are special to me and I already love you even though I don't know you yet. Because you are the great grandchild of my parents Alan and Mary Campbell and you have that wonderful Campbell blood in you. I know you are going to be one tough little Irish cookie! I only wish that your great grandparents could have met you, they would have adored you as much as I do. They probably would have spoiled you even worse. But the wonderful thing is that you have their wonderful legacy of love that they left behind, that has filtered down from me- to your dad- and now to you. A legacy of love. And if you manage to get some of Grandpa Joes fighting spirit in you we will butt heads - and then you will probably run to him to get your way when you don't get it with me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on the question of love dearest grandbaby- one thing I want to tell you is that LOVE is the most important thing in the world. With love all things are possible, with love all things can be conquered, all mistakes healed and all things made right. Love never fails. People may fail you but Gods love is always there, waiting for you, everyday and at every moment. All you have to do ask God into your heart and He will always be there with you - no matter what else happens he will always Love You!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for your grandpa and I, we will always love you too- because that's what good grandparents do- they love you unconditionally- through good times and bad, rich times and poor times, naughty times and sad times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So littlest one, I am so happy you are coming to meet me soon. I can't wait to see you. I can't wait to see if you'll have your daddies eyes, your mothers lips, your grandpas fingers or your grandmas nose. Who knows? You might even look like your great grandpa (and he was quite the ladies man!) or you might just look like your very own self and not look like any of us!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that doesn't matter, because we want you to have your own looks, your own thoughts, and your own identity. Maybe one day you might become the president of the United States and you'll look back at this letter and say "Yup, that was my grandma". She was one heck of a lady and she sure loved me through thick and thin, all the way to the presidency!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point being grandchild, anything is possible for you if you want it bad enough. There are no mountains you cannot climb, no things that you cannot do if you just put your mind to it, and try your best. Whether you are the president, a ceo, baker, carpenter or work at McDonalds, as long as you are happy that is the most important thing in life. Enjoy what you are doing and find your purpose and passion in life, because that will help you have a reasonably, and perhaps, exceptional time in this life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And grandchild, when you get old enough, I hope you love me enough to come and see me when I get old and I am no longer well enough to roll around in the grass with your or shoot out the lights with you. Because some day I will be old and it will be harder for me to spend time with you, so please remember that nobody except your mother and father will ever love you the way I do. You only get a grandma once in your life, so please love me, because I will always love you, no matter what.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to meet you sweetheart,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Grandma and Grandpa&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4770804019482971720-6251720456057193317?l=angelsamongus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/6251720456057193317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-unborn-grandchild.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/6251720456057193317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/6251720456057193317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2011/02/letter-to-unborn-grandchild.html' title='Letter To Unborn Grandchild'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-3174708065557002856</id><published>2010-01-09T10:09:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T10:09:36.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Offering to the Sacred Heart:</title><content type='html'>Morning Offering to the Sacred Heart:&lt;br /&gt;O Jesus, through the Immaculate Heart of Mary, I offer You my prayers, works, joys and sufferings of this day for all the intentions of Your Sacred Heart, in union with the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass throughout the world, in reparation for my sins, for the intentions of all our associates, and in particular for the intentions of our Holy Father for this month&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4770804019482971720-3174708065557002856?l=angelsamongus6.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/feeds/3174708065557002856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2010/01/morning-offering-to-sacred-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/3174708065557002856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4770804019482971720/posts/default/3174708065557002856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://angelsamongus6.blogspot.com/2010/01/morning-offering-to-sacred-heart.html' title='Morning Offering to the Sacred Heart:'/><author><name>Sandy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11722354168902659780</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='30' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_GmK62BMK24I/SxFWPoQucAI/AAAAAAAAABQ/teV7rNsnSNY/S220/Flag.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4770804019482971720.post-4939922509659496989</id><published>2009-11-29T16:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-11-29T16:56:48.093-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Mother Teresa Prayer:&lt;br /&gt;Dear Jesus, help us to spread Your fragrance everywhere we go. &lt;br /&gt;Flood our souls with Your spirit and life. &lt;br /&gt;Penetrate and possess our whole being, so utterly, &lt;br /&gt;That our lives may only be a radiance of Yours. &lt;br /&gt;Shine through us, and be so in us, &lt;br /&gt;That every soul we come in contact with may feel Your presence in our soul. &lt;br /&gt;Let them look up and see no longer us, but only Jesus! &lt;br /&gt;Stay with us, and then we shall begin to shine as You shine; &lt;br /&gt;So to shine as to be a light to others. &lt;br /&gt;The light O Jesus will be all from You, none of it will be ours; &lt;br /&gt;It will be You, shining on others through us. &lt;br /&gt;Let us thus praise You without preaching, not by words but by our example, &lt;br /&gt;By the catching force, the sympathetic influence of what we do, &lt;br /&gt;The evident fullness of the love our hearts bear to You.  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