<?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-1859349420362782217</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:57:55.721-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurdling Hurdles</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-4065421419930548861</id><published>2010-04-30T20:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-30T20:39:41.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Naked Gospel???</title><summary type='text'>"How could the Gospel be naked?" you may ask. Well, I asked just that. Through http://www.blogtourspot.com/ I have had the pleasure of receiving books from time to time that I may review in exchange for my receipt of them. I recently received a copy of "The Naked Gospel: The Truth You May Never Hear in Church" by Andrew Farley. For more information on this book go to http://www.thenakedgospel.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/4065421419930548861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/04/naked-gospel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/4065421419930548861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/4065421419930548861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/04/naked-gospel.html' title='Naked Gospel???'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-209456870347629692</id><published>2010-03-10T18:38:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T18:48:21.156-08:00</updated><title type='text'>4-1/2 Stars....</title><summary type='text'>So, I have been introduced to a very awesome site for anyone who loves books....www.booksneeze.com.  From this site, you can choose books that the publisher will send you free of charge if you will publish a review online.  Well, what a dream come true!  Not only do I get a book, but I also get to share my opinions.The first book I have received is The Flowering Cross by Beth Ryan.  I really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/209456870347629692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-12-stars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/209456870347629692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/209456870347629692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/03/4-12-stars.html' title='4-1/2 Stars....'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-4096989351951146599</id><published>2010-03-04T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T22:22:19.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty to me...</title><summary type='text'>A friend turned me on to a website that lets you tour through new books and experience new writers and artists and their blogs. When these books are presented to the group, they are often accompanied by a challenge. The most recent challenge is connected to a new release entitled Found Art by Leeana Tankersley. This challenge is directly related to photography and capturing unexpected beauty, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/4096989351951146599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty-to-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/4096989351951146599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/4096989351951146599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/03/beauty-to-me.html' title='Beauty to me...'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K2f459AFUxc/S5CdyFsb8vI/AAAAAAAAAAU/hNTsFegdurI/s72-c/books.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-8013189267360319784</id><published>2010-02-16T20:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T21:01:49.778-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust issues...</title><summary type='text'>Trust. I know there is a God. I love God. I believe not only in God but in all the things God has done. And having said all this, I do not trust God. Or rather, I find it hard to trust in God. This may sound harsh, but the reality is that I know God is trustworthy, but I also know I am not worthy of his trust. Grace, you say? So true, but… How often have I heard “Lay it at the foot of the cross” </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/8013189267360319784/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust-issues.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/8013189267360319784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/8013189267360319784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/trust-issues.html' title='Trust issues...'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-6670217574862631781</id><published>2010-02-13T22:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-13T23:02:27.043-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My thin place</title><summary type='text'>My friend Melisa just wrote a short essay for a contest inspired by a book entitled Thin Places. Melisa's words triggered in me a reflection that has been lingering more towards the front of my mind recently.Thin places. We all have them. I really believe that most people have had a traumatic event to deal with in their lives – death of a parent, abuse, birth defect, or something. And I would </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/6670217574862631781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-thin-place.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/6670217574862631781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/6670217574862631781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-thin-place.html' title='My thin place'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-2483081720859604898</id><published>2010-02-05T22:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-05T22:13:14.879-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I feel G^!(TY...isn't that a S&amp;@^E</title><summary type='text'>Why do four letter words get such a bad wrap? I have always struggled with why a 4 letter word is so much worse than any other word. I know it is due to the connotation attached to most of them, but when did that begin and who decided this? I get sh*t because it actually has a meaning. And back-in-the-day, f**k was an acronym that had a real meaning. But when did these meanings become derogatory </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/2483081720859604898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-gtyisnt-that-s.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/2483081720859604898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/2483081720859604898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-feel-gtyisnt-that-s.html' title='I feel G^!(TY...isn&apos;t that a S&amp;@^E'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-114331748785557814</id><published>2010-02-03T20:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-03T21:07:48.427-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A word from the Almighty...</title><summary type='text'>Well, I have been praying more lately and begging God to help me get back into his word. I don't know why it is so easy for me to procrastinate this because I know how much I enjoy it and benefit from it. So, mainly my prayers are about what God wants me to be doing and then for help with being the person I want to be. He doesn't always answer, and he definitely doesn't always answer clearly, but</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/114331748785557814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-from-almighty.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/114331748785557814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/114331748785557814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/02/word-from-almighty.html' title='A word from the Almighty...'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-2241882565689825077</id><published>2010-01-21T20:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-21T20:53:44.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wait, Kate, wait!</title><summary type='text'>I am so over Kate Gosselin. I really wanted to be on her side. When I started watching the show, it had been on for over a year. As often happens, I came across this show during one of the many repeat seasons that seem to be getting more frequent and longer the older I get. I have several channels I go to when this happens – BRAVO, TLC, HGTV, E! and most recently the Style Network. I was truly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/2241882565689825077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait-kate-wait.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/2241882565689825077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/2241882565689825077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/wait-kate-wait.html' title='Wait, Kate, wait!'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-87034265067080693</id><published>2010-01-16T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T19:18:31.085-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging, Listing, Healing, Oh my!</title><summary type='text'>Did you know the word blog comes up as misspelled in spell check? It is almost as if what I am doing doesn’t exist. I am not sure what version of Office I have, and I am too lazy to look it up. I am 99% sure it is 2000, and even though I could have checked it in the time it has taken me to type this, I just refuse. It drives my husband crazy that I am a fairly intelligent person, and yet there </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/87034265067080693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloggin-listing-healing-oh-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/87034265067080693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/87034265067080693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/bloggin-listing-healing-oh-my.html' title='Blogging, Listing, Healing, Oh my!'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-5791431724461865955</id><published>2010-01-14T17:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:13:15.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The birth of a book....</title><summary type='text'>So I have often wanted to write a book. So why haven’t I? It is an excellent question whose answer reveals a lot about me. I have so many ideas and no focused passion about any of them.I have thought of a fictional story inspired by the genealogy of my family. I love genealogy and history. It would be a female driven Michneresque novel. That sounds like a lot of work, and I get overwhelmed and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/5791431724461865955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/birth-of-book.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/5791431724461865955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/5791431724461865955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/birth-of-book.html' title='The birth of a book....'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-1361008056651280251</id><published>2010-01-09T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T15:35:42.304-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Teachers know best...</title><summary type='text'>When I was in formal schooling, we were often called on to journal. I hated it. It just seemed to have no purpose. What were you to write about? Why were we writing? What would become of our writing? I don’t like things without purpose. By purpose I think I mean audience. My teachers often hinted that it was therapeutic and a great creativity stimulator, but I really didn’t buy into it. Kids, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/1361008056651280251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/teachers-know-best.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/1361008056651280251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/1361008056651280251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/teachers-know-best.html' title='Teachers know best...'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1859349420362782217.post-5118676734782027722</id><published>2010-01-07T22:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-07T22:19:47.531-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And so it begins...</title><summary type='text'>I finally watched the movie “Julie &amp; Julia” and found myself inspired to do nothing about something.“What?” say you. Well, let me explain. I consider myself an idea person. I am constantly having ideas. The “doing” is a whole other story. So, as I watched this movie about life changes, I was bombarded by ideas and inspiration. That was the something. But as usual, I probably was going to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/feeds/5118676734782027722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-it-begins.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/5118676734782027722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1859349420362782217/posts/default/5118676734782027722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hurdlinghurdles.blogspot.com/2010/01/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins...'/><author><name>April H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17549357392124887388</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
