<?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-1294253227939049671</id><updated>2011-07-28T08:11:39.034-05:00</updated><category term='ray'/><title type='text'>For the Display of His Splendor</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>24</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-8135799731741458491</id><published>2010-02-12T13:59:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-12T14:09:31.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow Days</title><content type='html'>Hasn't all the snow been lovely?  I am just struck by God's beautiful creation.  No two snowflakes are exactly alike - each one is unique.  And yet, all together snow comes together to impact our lives in a tremendous way.  It creates a kind of quiet, solemn, pure beauty.  It creates in instant playground for our kiddos.  And it wrecks havoc on our lives - we have to adjust, make changes, &lt;em&gt;stay put and rest.  &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a beautiful picture of humanity... God created each one of us - no two of us are exactly alike.  He gave each one of us physical, emotion, mental, and spiritual gifts that separate us.  And yet, taken all together - human beings clearly can impact the world for change.  We are beautiful and we can create beauty.  We can play and work.  And like snow, we also wreck havoc on those around us through our sin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Sunday, Pastor Rick spoke about our Rescuer.  What are we being rescued from?  Who is doing the rescuing?  And what are we being rescued to? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who is your Savior?  The gifts of Jesus (i.e. church, fellowship with other believers, 12 step programs, etc.) or Jesus Himself?  Christ's gifts are GOOD, but the make POOR saviors."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who or what is saving you? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you looking to your mentor, friend or spouse to save you?  Are you looking to him/her to heal your heart and all its hurts?  Or are you going to the cross, on your knees, asking for the One True Savior, Jesus Christ to rescue you, to heal you?  Because while mentors, friends and spouses are beautiful gifts from the Lord, they will fail you every time when you make them your savior.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-8135799731741458491?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8135799731741458491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=8135799731741458491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/8135799731741458491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/8135799731741458491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2010/02/snow-days.html' title='Snow Days'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-6990028629782408961</id><published>2008-10-17T08:09:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T08:18:53.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalm 94</title><content type='html'>O Lord, the God who avenges, O God who avenges, shine forth.&lt;br /&gt;Rise up, O Judge of the earth; pay back to the proud what they deserve.&lt;br /&gt;How long will the wicked, O Lord, how long will the wicked be jubilant?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They pour out arrogant words; all the evildoers are full of boasting.&lt;br /&gt;They crush your people, O Lord; they oppress your inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;They slay the widow and the alien; they murder the fatherless.&lt;br /&gt;They say, "The LORD does not see; the God of Jacob pays no heed".&lt;br /&gt;Take heed, you senseless ones among the people; you fools, when will you become wise?&lt;br /&gt;Does he who implanted the ear not hear?&lt;br /&gt;Does he who formed the eye not see?&lt;br /&gt;Does he who disciplines nations not punish?&lt;br /&gt;Does he who teaches man lack knowledge?&lt;br /&gt;The LORD knows the thoughts of man; he knows that they are futile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is the man you discipline, O Lord, the man you teach from your law; you grant him relief from days of trouble, till a pit is dug for the wicked.&lt;br /&gt;For the LORD will not reject his people; he will never forsake his inheritance.&lt;br /&gt;Judgment will again be founded on righteousness, and all the upright in heart will follow it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will rise up for me against the wicked? Who will take a stand for me against evildoers?&lt;br /&gt;Unless the LORD had given me help, I would soon have dwelt in the silence of death.&lt;br /&gt;When I said, "My foot is slipping," your love, O LORD, supported me. &lt;br /&gt;When anxiety was great within me, your consolation brought joy to my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can a corrupt throne be allied with you--one that brings on misery by its decrees?&lt;br /&gt;They band together against the righteous and condemn the innocent to death.&lt;br /&gt;But the LORD has become my fortress, and my God the rock in whom I take refuge.&lt;br /&gt;He will repay them for their sins and destroy them for their wickedness;&lt;br /&gt;the LORD our God will destroy them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-6990028629782408961?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6990028629782408961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=6990028629782408961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/6990028629782408961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/6990028629782408961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/psalm-94.html' title='Psalm 94'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-541620451115548815</id><published>2008-10-03T21:11:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T21:39:16.324-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beauty Among Ugliness</title><content type='html'>A couple weeks ago, I commented to my mom and sister about how ugly north Texas is - especially in some of what surrounds where I live.  Some industrial plants are not far, lots of highway, kinda flat.  And then as I was driving home, I came upon this field right next to my neighborhood.  It was a beautiful fall day - the temperatures mild, not a cloud in sight.  Just beautiful, pure sky blue.  The field was a brilliant shade of green with a few trees scattered here and there and some very tall yellow wildflowers.  For just a moment, all I saw was the green of that field edged up to that perfect blue sky and nothing else.  Mind you, there is highway all around and just behind me is the FedEx distribution center and not far from that is cement plants and more yuck.  But God showed me His beauty that afternoon.  I captured a glimpse of His splendor in that moment.  Oh, praise You Father! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It got me to thinking...  There is beauty to find among the ugliness.  In a person.  In a situation.  In a conversation.  In a city.  In a small town.  Sometimes it's easier to see than others.  Sometimes you have to peel back a lot of layers to uncover it.  Sometimes you have to put yourself in just the right vantage point to capture it.  But it's there - so start looking.  Seek it out.  Be willing to give up your preconceived opinions and notions.  Uncover it.  Look beyond the obvious.  Beauty is waiting for you.  The beauty of God cries out to be explored and revealed.  Behold!  And then praise Him, beloved!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ecclesiastes 3:11&lt;br /&gt;He has made everything beautiful in its time...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 45:11&lt;br /&gt;The King is enthralled by your beauty; honor Him, for He is your Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 145:21&lt;br /&gt;My mouth will speak in praise of the Lord.  Let every creature praise His holy name for ever and ever.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-541620451115548815?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/541620451115548815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=541620451115548815' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/541620451115548815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/541620451115548815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/10/beauty-among-ugliness.html' title='Beauty Among Ugliness'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-7411698225819128254</id><published>2008-09-11T07:02:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-11T07:49:57.928-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Chains Are Gone</title><content type='html'>God keeps bringing the theme of slavery to me.  I've begun studying Exodus and the past week, I have been led to check out two movies: "Amistad" and "Amazing Grace".  If you have not seen these movies, rent them or check them out at your local library - they are well worth the time investment! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scenes of these men, women and children bound up in chains to make the passage from Africa to the West Indies to be sold on the block are horrific.  What they endured was horrific.   Forced to lie in chains with 600 others in a tiny compartment.  No fresh air.  Wallowing in blood, vomit, excrement.  For three weeks.  Only then to be sold (if you survived) like you were nothing, just a thing to be used.  Horrific.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's got me thinking....  I've been a slave myself.  I'm sure you have too.  Now, we have not had to endure what these precious souls endured.  I am certainly not trying to equate our experience with theirs.  But though our chains are unseen, they are chains nonetheless.  And we haven't been made to lie in vomit and urine, but there have been some ugly side effects of my enslavement.  Debt, deception, fear, despair.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In both movies, there is a redeemer.  In "Amazing Grace", a group of men and women (albeit small compared to those against them) with their leader, William Wilberforce, who are willing to stand up and take on the slave trade.  Wilberforce spends his life (literally) for the cause, for abolishing the slave trade in England - and three days before his death, he sees it happen.  In "Amistad", there is an attorney, a freedman, and a Christian abolitionist and ultimately a judge and a politician, John Quincy Adams, who stand up against slavery and represent the Africans from the slave ship, the Amistad - and win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the bible, there is story after story - Scripture after Scripture - that tell of captivity and deliverance.  It's the heart of everything we believe!  That we've been held captive by sin and lies and Jesus Christ redeems us by His blood.  He is our activist!  He stands up for us and says I have purchased them and they are free. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Galatians 5:11 tells us, "It is for freedom that Christ has set us free. Stand firm, then, and do not let yourselves be burdened again by a yoke of slavery."  Even though you are in Christ, have you allowed yourself to be yoked again?  Are you allowing the enemy to bind you up in chains of lies and deception - that you're not loved, that you're not enough, that you're not this or that?  Are you held captive by a particular sin?  Sister, you must break these chains - with diligence and resolve.  Not by your own power, but by the power of the Holy Spirit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?book_id=69&amp;amp;chapter=4&amp;amp;verse=4&amp;amp;version=31&amp;amp;context=verse"&gt;1 John 4:4&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You, dear children, are from God and have overcome them, because the one who is in you is greater than the one who is in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dear sister, Rejoice!  You are free.  Choose it - choose freedom in Christ Jesus. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My chains are gone&lt;br /&gt;I've been set free&lt;br /&gt;My God, my Savior has ransomed me&lt;br /&gt;And like a flood&lt;br /&gt;His mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;Unending love, Amazing grace&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-from Chris Tomlin's "Amazing Grace (My Chains Are Gone)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-7411698225819128254?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7411698225819128254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=7411698225819128254' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/7411698225819128254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/7411698225819128254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-chains-are-gone.html' title='My Chains Are Gone'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-5779201937445004474</id><published>2008-07-29T12:14:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T12:36:12.467-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Making Room</title><content type='html'>With each passing season, it seems my life goes into different seasons as well.  Times of joy, times of struggle, times of freedom, times of captivity.  And God seems to name each of these life-seasons too - He gives it a theme, of sorts.  The season of my life this summer is "Make Room".  I'm finally starting to clean out some closets - eliminating clutter and stuff.  Also, I have been participating in a bible study, "No Other Gods" by Kelly Minter.  This bible study has opened my eyes to idol worship.  I'm not sure I've ever truly understood what that meant - I mean, I don't have a carved, wooden or golden image I bow down to.  So what does idol worship look like in our culture today?  Well, let me tell you, it comes in all forms.  Anything that has taken residence in my heart - that takes the place of God - that I'm dependent upon - that is an idol.  And God is revealing to me places of my heart that I've been withholding from Him.  Oh, how I've been humbled, broken-hearted, convicted and redeemed.  I love that Jesus never stops redeeming me.  'Cause I'm in constant need of redemption! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point is that God is telling me to make room for Him.  Over the past several years, He has been refining me, purifying my faith, growing my heart and passion for Him.  But there is also spaces in my heart that I've reserved - for self-protection, out of fear.  He is saying - "Give me all of your heart - hold nothing back from me".  And as if to put an exclamation point on all of this, He allowed my husband to lose his job last week.  As if to say - let me show you how serious I am about this.  And I don't mean that in a wrath, judgment kind of way.  I mean, it's like God is saying, let me show you who I Am and what I have planned for you!  We aren't prepared for this.  But God is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Let go and make room for Me, Tiffany.  I am and there is none besides Me." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm letting go of the idol of financial security.  I lay it on your altar, Lord.  Father, continue to reveal what has my worship when it isn't You.  Make room in me - in my heart, my mind, my house, my life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: There's a passage in the study about conviction.  You know, being conviced to cease doing something or start doing something else.  Kelly wrote about a friend who shared about being convicted by the Holy Spirit to stop watching a particular TV show.  She joked about looking for loopholes and what a bummer it was to not "get" to watch it anymore.  Then Kelly went on to say that being convicted by God in some area is actually exciting and cause for joy.  It means that God wants to do something with that time - with the space that gets created by the absence of that particular activity.  Wow!  A-ha moment for me.  So jump for joy, ladies, when you are convicted by the Spirit - it means God is up to something with you!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-5779201937445004474?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5779201937445004474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=5779201937445004474' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/5779201937445004474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/5779201937445004474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/07/making-room.html' title='Making Room'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-994735839896887790</id><published>2008-05-30T14:52:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-30T14:58:22.877-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Correction to Waitress</title><content type='html'>Just wanted to clarify my "Waitress" post.  When I wrote about my pastor describing the table where we feed on God's Word, I mentioned the screaming baby in the highchair.  Well, I totally messed that up.  And it will make a lot more sense when I make the correction! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was actually referencing a screaming adult, still sitting in the highchair - this adult screaming, "Feed me, feed me" when they should know how to feed themselves or to at least sit at the grown up table.   In this analogy (or in real life), one should never ignore a screaming infant - they clearly have a need that isn't being met.  They usually stop screaming when it is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just had that epiphany in the shower the other day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-994735839896887790?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/994735839896887790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=994735839896887790' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/994735839896887790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/994735839896887790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/05/correction-to-waitress.html' title='Correction to Waitress'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-1182709146105306963</id><published>2008-05-21T11:10:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:56.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRKTnJRxuI/AAAAAAAAAro/lCExKVnVSNE/s1600-h/SN850657.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202865170305631970" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRKTnJRxuI/AAAAAAAAAro/lCExKVnVSNE/s400/SN850657.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJ1HJRxtI/AAAAAAAAArg/80fHskrqpTs/s1600-h/SN850655.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202864646319621842" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJ1HJRxtI/AAAAAAAAArg/80fHskrqpTs/s400/SN850655.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Check out my fabulous friends, Denbigh &amp;amp; Stephanie Cherry! We had a blast hanging with them at the Gaylord Texan resort on May 9. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/1294253227939049671-1182709146105306963?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1182709146105306963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=1182709146105306963' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1182709146105306963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1182709146105306963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/05/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRKTnJRxuI/AAAAAAAAAro/lCExKVnVSNE/s72-c/SN850657.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-254419650454058664</id><published>2008-05-08T12:35:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-08T13:10:34.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Waitress</title><content type='html'>Have you ever  waited tables?  I have.  I spent several years while in (and out) of college waiting tables.  It's hard work.  It's messy.  I would come home smelling like fajitas every day and that smell is hard to get out!  You have to be gracious, accomodating, and kind to all kinds of people from every walk of life.  And sometimes you are rewarded with a big tip - and other times you may get just a penny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My pastor, Ed Young, has frequently referred to the church as a dinner table of sorts.  A healthy church has all these elements: the host who serves dinner (the Word of God) and seated at the table with him should be non-believers, new believers and mature believers.  And then occasionally you have a screaming baby in the highchair next to the table complaining they aren't "being fed" and he (our pastor) says to just ignore them.  But I digress...  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think we can map this dinner table analogy to our own walk with Christ.  We initially come to the table with an inkling that there might be something good to eat here - something true that just might fill us up permanently.  So we take a bite and it tastes really good.  Like the best ever!  So we decide to sit a spell and consume.  And then we move over to believing and accepting that there is none besides Him - that we need Him to cover us.  And we fervently and passionately consume, consume, consume.  This is good.  Obviously, the next move is to "mature believer".  We are learning Scripture, studying and feeding on His word with a voracious appetite.  This is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But should we stop here?  Is there, in fact, another position in the "restaurant"?  Yes.  It's called the Wait Staff - the Server.  If we never leave the table and start serving others, we'll just get fat.  Do you know how we work off the fat?  By leaving the table.  By getting up and discipling someone else - by serving the infallible Word of God to someone else!  By literally serving food to the homeless.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our culture is one of gluttonous consumption and self-absorption.  This is even in our churches!  It's all about me and what I can get out of the message.  I need to learn more about God's Word and His Will for my life.  These are good things - we do need to spend time in His Word daily - this is how He reveals Himself to us!  But are we just sitting around getting fat and not allowing His Word to give us traction.   We've got to get out of the lab and get some real-world application. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you know what?  It's hard work.  It's messy.  You may come home smelling like smoke or whatever.  And sometimes you get an earthly reward - like witnessing someone come to Christ.  Or you may get spit on or yelled at.  You may be persecuted for sharing your faith at the office.  You may be criticized for homeschooling your children.  But you can guarantee that when you serve others, you are storing up treasure in Heaven - your mind can't even comprehend the huge "tip" awaiting you. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I encourage you today to be a waiter or waitress.  Serve God's food - the Truth - to someone today.  Get up from the table if you've been sitting there awhile.  It's time to take a walk to the kitchen, pick up a tray, and deliver it to some people at a different table in your station.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;What good is it, my brothers (&lt;/em&gt;and sisters!)&lt;em&gt;, if a man claims to have faith but has no deeds?  Can such faith save him?  Suppose a brother or sister is without clothes and daily food.  If one of you says to him, "Go, I wish you well; keep warm and well fed," but does nothing about his physical needs, what good is it?  In the same way, faith by itself, if it is not accompanied by action, is dead. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;James 2:14-17&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Serve wholeheartedly, as if you were serving the Lord, not men, because you know that the Lord will reward everyone for whatever good he does, whether he is slave or free.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ephesians 6:7-8&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;...Just as the Son of Man did not come to be served, but to serve, and to give His life as a ransom for many.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 20:28&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-254419650454058664?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/254419650454058664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=254419650454058664' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/254419650454058664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/254419650454058664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/05/waitress.html' title='A Waitress'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-6006374603154387706</id><published>2008-03-19T09:19:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T09:58:41.489-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ray'/><title type='text'>Pierced</title><content type='html'>The wicked draw the sword and bend the bow to bring down the poor and needy, to slay those whose ways are upright.  But their swords will pierce their own hearts, and their bows will be broken.&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 37:14-15&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In late January, as I completed study on one book in the new Testament, I prayed for the Holy Spirit to guide me to the next book.  He led me to the Psalms.  No accident at all, given the theme my quiet time has taken this year.  Worship - it's all about worship.  Sitting at the feet of our precious and mighty Jesus and worshipping Him. God has been speaking to me about subtraction; particularly, addition by subtraction.  Removing things / activities / ways of thinking so that I can be more fully His and in His will.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I have been reading Psalm 36 &amp;amp; 37.  As I came to verse 14-15 in Psalm 37, the Holy Spirit prompted me to stop there for a moment.  And I experienced one of those great "a-ha" moments. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It should be no surprise that there are many who seek the harm and suppression of believers.  In our government, in our schools, in our clubs, etc.  And it's useful to be on guard and informed.  But when does simply being informed regarding their wicked schemes cross over into pursuing something that is distracting from my one true purpose: worshipping and glorifying Jesus.  Especially when we know the ultimate outcome! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some may be called to battle on behalf of the "rights" of Christians and I pray that those who are called, step up and obey our Father.  I just don't think that is me.  I am coming to realize that reading email messages daily about boycotting this, or writing a newspaper about that is a distraction for me.  Satan is using these messages to distract me from my one true purpose: to love my God with all my heart, my mind, my spirit and my soul.  And to love my neighbor as myself.  By reading these email notices, I have noticed my heart begin to harden against certain groups of people.  This is blatant sin! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Father, I pray for love.  I pray that I live inside for Your will.  I pray that my life reveals You and Your glory.  And I leave the rest to You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-6006374603154387706?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/6006374603154387706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=6006374603154387706' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/6006374603154387706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/6006374603154387706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/03/pierced.html' title='Pierced'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-1072416210912735676</id><published>2008-02-04T15:32:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-02-04T16:06:03.137-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Thoughts...Or Is It Three?</title><content type='html'>I am a slacker.  I can no longer even attempt to conceal it.  This blog is just one example where the only consistent thing is my inconsistency.  This is an area I am taking on in 2008 - not my blog necessarily, but being inconsistent.  I have a tendency to take on so many different things that few end up getting done well.  But God is transforming this in me - thankfully!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend and I were talking about the spirit of busyness that infiltrates our lives and before you know it, you are completely ineffective in your walk with Christ, your ministry, your calling - the things that are most important.  I love saying "Yes!"  To God, but also to everyone else.  This is not a healthy thing.  God is teaching me to say "No" sometimes - and it is not only okay, but necessary at times.  I am being constantly reminded through Scripture that the Lord leads me to and through devotionals that Jesus wants a Mary, not a Martha.  So that is my prayer - Lord, today let me just sit at your feet and worship you.  Let not the busy-ness of my life supercede You, the One and Only!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom recently sent me some information that a very well-known talk show host has started a year-long study through their radio program based on completely false doctrine, very new age "religion".  She was really disturbed by the impact this could have on people.  The information in this workbook is true heresy.  But instead of being worried about the influence of lies over unsuspecting and/or ignorant individuals, I prayed for this person and for God's protection and revelation for the listeners/viewers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After I prayed, I turned to Psalm 2 for some time in His Word.  I started reading and just had to laugh.  Jesus, you crack me up and I love you for your answers to prayer!!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Psalm 2&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do the nations conspire and the peoples plot in vain?&lt;br /&gt;The kings of the earth take their stand and the rulers gather together against the Lord and against his Anointed One.&lt;br /&gt;"Let us break their chains," they say, "and throw off their fetters."&lt;br /&gt;The One enthroned in heaven laughs; the Lord scoffs at them.&lt;br /&gt;Then he rebukes them in his anger and terrifies them in his wrath, saying,&lt;br /&gt;"I have installed my King on Zion, my holy hill."&lt;br /&gt;I will proclaim the decree of the Lord:&lt;br /&gt;He said to me, "You are my Son; today I have become your Father.&lt;br /&gt;Ask of me, and I will make the nations your inheritance, the ends of the earth your possession.&lt;br /&gt;You will rule them with an iron scepter; you will dash them to pieces like pottery."&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, you kings, be wise; be warned, you rulers of the earth.&lt;br /&gt;Serve the Lord with fear and rejoice with trembling.&lt;br /&gt;Kiss the Son, lest he be angry and you be destroyed in your way, for his wrath can flare up in a moment.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed are all who take refuge in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise God that He is Truth - absolutely and completely.  He has proven faithful at every turn and I trust His Word as it is - no more, no less.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note:&lt;br /&gt;I encourage anyone who worries or gets upset about elections and politics to meditate on this Scripture.  It has brought me such peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Daniel 2:20-21a&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Praise be to the name of God for ever and ever; wisdom and power are his.&lt;br /&gt;He changes times and seasons; he sets up kings and deposes them..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will use ANYONE - even unbelievers - to fulfill His purpose on earth.  Hallelujah!  I praise Your Name, O Sovereign One, for ever and ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-1072416210912735676?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1072416210912735676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=1072416210912735676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1072416210912735676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1072416210912735676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2008/02/two-thoughtsor-is-it-three.html' title='Two Thoughts...Or Is It Three?'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-693522591477519778</id><published>2007-12-19T07:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-12-19T08:12:37.442-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Song</title><content type='html'>This morning the Holy Spirit led me to Luke 1.  Not an unlikely Book to go to given the season we're in, but it's been awhile since I've been in the Synoptic Gospels during my quiet time with God. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find myself struck by Mary and her response to the angel Gabriel.  "I am the Lord's servant...May it be to me as you have said." (Luke 1:38)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's no whining, no unbelief, no "I'm not good enough", no "why me?".  Just yes, Lord - I am yours, Lord - I pray it will be so. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray that I could be so ready with a resounding "Yes, Lord! I am Your servant, Lord!" when He calls.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then Mary visits Elizabeth, her cousin who is also with child, and they greet one another and then Mary bursts into song - just like a musical!  Okay, she may not have literally sung this psalm, but it is beautiful.  What makes it beautiful is that she is all about glorifying the Lord and that the first thing she wants to do when she sees her cousin is to do just that!  Not the latest gossip, not the update on how in the world did you get pregnant since you're so advanced in years... It is all about Him.   It's all about Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think about the women God has brought in and out of my life, the friends who are dearest to me are the ones where proclaiming the glory of Christ, singing His praises, sharing about the work God is doing in us is the primary reason for our relationship.  Oh, sure, we talk about other things like our children, our relationships, etc.  But the primary reason we're even friends is because of Christ.  I am grateful for these beautiful women - they minister to me, to my soul in so many ways.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of us will give birth to the Son of God.  Mary alone was chosen to do that.  But God has chosen you for something too.  He has called you and he has called me to be a part of His Kingdom Cause.  He has placed you and me in this day, this time, this place for a specific reason.  I pray that we can be Mary's today!  Yes, Lord! "May it be to me as you have said."  Yes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I leave you with Mary's song - it is beautiful.  The Lord is beautiful.  The works of His Hands are beautiful.  There is beauty all around - seek it out, find it, it is there!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luke 1:46-55&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Mary said:&lt;br /&gt;"My soul glorifies the Lord and my spirit rejoices in God my Savior, for he has been mindful of the humble state of his servant.  From now on all generations will call me blessed, for the Mighty One has done great things for me - holy is his name.  His mercy extends to those who fear him, from generation to generation.  He has performed mighty deeds with his arm; he has scattered those who are proud in their inmost thoughts.  He has brought down rulers from their thrones but has lifted up the humble.  He has filled the hungry with good things but has sent the rich away empty.  He has helped his servant Israel, remembering to be merciful to Abraham and his descendants forever, even as he said to our fathers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Side note: The other afternoon I was driving my boys over to a relative's house and my son, Lane, looked out his window and exclaimed, "Mommy!  Look at that sunset!  God made that for us!"  My heart just about burst with joy!  The beauty of God's creation stirring the heart of my almost-four-year-old son... He is stirring yours too!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-693522591477519778?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/693522591477519778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=693522591477519778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/693522591477519778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/693522591477519778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/12/marys-song.html' title='Mary&apos;s Song'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-7830487584159156359</id><published>2007-11-19T10:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T10:46:31.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oil of Gladness</title><content type='html'>Thanksgiving... Giving thanks...  I love this time of year.  The ushering in of crisp, autumn air signals a change - not a new change, but a very familiar and comforting change.  The winding down of this year before revving back up for the year to come.  One of my favorite movies is "Polly Anna".  We can learn a lot from Polly Anna, especially her "Glad Game".  It's a great game to play!  I encourage you today to play it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I think on what I am thankful for, what comes to mind immediately is my relationship with my Lord and Savior.  This year, He has broken me and delivered me and given me freedom to rejoice over Him, love Him, worship Him, and testify for Him in a way that is unrecognizable to me.  It humbles me greatly that He would choose to spend His time on me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for His Word.  God has given me a passion for His Word, the Scriptures.  I delight in reading my bible - I yearn for my time with Him to come each day.   I am so glad that Jesus answered my prayer for this passion - I asked specifically for a passion for Scripture and He has faithfully given it to me in abundance!!!  I am so grateful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my husband, Travis.  It is amazing and thrilling to see how God is developing him!  He has Jesus all over him!  God is preparing him and growing him and to see my husband pouring over his bible and seeking out godly men for friends and mentors moves me beyond words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my children, Lane and Landry.  Lane is developing his own love relationship with Jesus and it is the most precious thing to witness.  There is nothing I want more than for my boys to love Jesus, to pursue Him and seek Him, to worship Him, to honor Him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am thankful for my home, my family, my friends. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father, for meeting each and every one of my needs and a lot of my wants!  I pray that I manage Your gifts responsibly and that You are glorified in all ways. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am glad.  I pray you are too today!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-7830487584159156359?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7830487584159156359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=7830487584159156359' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/7830487584159156359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/7830487584159156359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/11/oil-of-gladness.html' title='The Oil of Gladness'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-7375203487394838406</id><published>2007-10-31T10:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-31T10:41:27.772-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The H Word</title><content type='html'>I have been experiencing confliction about Halloween this year for the first time ever.  The Holy Spirit has prompted me to research, pray and engage other strong believers in a dialogue about this day.  I grew up trick-or-treating and it was all about having fun.  Nothing ghoulish or scary or evil.  And I want that innocent fun for my kids (it's not high on the list of desires for them certainly!).  But I just kept thinking, "Is this something that honors God?"  So I read, I prayed and I sought counsel from several moms I respect and trust in their relationship with God.  And the Holy Spirit brought me to this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't think Jesus would have thrown a Halloween party for sure, but I also don't think He would be inside His house with the front porch light turned off.  I think He would be out and about, sharing the glorious news of Him!  So our light will be on and we'll hand out candy to the children, along with an invitation to our church.  We've also been using this day as an opportunity to discuss sharing and giving with Lane and Landry. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what works for our family at this time.  Who knows where the Holy Spirit will lead us in the future?!  But I earnestly pray that even our fun honors Him and is a light into our dark world.  May His Light shine brightly today through all of us who know Him!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-7375203487394838406?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/7375203487394838406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=7375203487394838406' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/7375203487394838406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/7375203487394838406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/h-word.html' title='The H Word'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-1452968993915132073</id><published>2007-10-25T14:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-25T15:21:07.355-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I must praise Him!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Psalm 34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I will extol the Lord at all times; His praise will always be on my lips.  My soul will boast in the Lord; let the afflicted hear and rejoice.  Glorify the Lord with me; let us exalt His name together.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;I sought the Lord, and He answered me; He delivered me from all my fears.  Those who look to Him are radiant; their faces are never covered with shame.  This poor man (woman!) called, and the Lord heard him; He saved him out of all his troubles.  The angel of the Lord encamps around those who fear Him, and He delivers them.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Taste and see that the Lord is good; blessed is the man who takes refuge in Him.  Fear the Lord, you His saints, for those who fear Him lack nothing.  The lions may grow weak and hungry, but those who seek the Lord lack no good thing.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Come, my children, listen to me: I will teach you the fear of the Lord.  Whoever of you loves life and desires to see many good days, keep your tongue from evil and your lips from speaking lies.  Turn from evil and do good; seek peace and pursue it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;The eyes of the Lord are on the righteous and His ears are attentive to their cry; the face of the Lord is against those who do evil, to cut off the memory of them from the earth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;The righteous cry out, and the Lord hears them; He delivers them from all their troubles.  The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in spirit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;A righteous man may have many troubles, but the Lord delivers him from them all; He protects his bones, not one of them will be broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#993300;"&gt;Evil will slay the wicked; the foes of the righteous will be condemned.  The Lord redeems His servants; no one will be condemned who takes refuge in Him.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Do you hear it?  Do you get it?  If you are brokenhearted - cry out to Him, He is close to you!  Are you afraid of something / someone / some situation?  Cry out to Him, He will deliver you from it.  Do you feel ashamed?  Cry out to Him, He will not cover your face with it!  Do you think you are lacking?  Cry out to Him, in Him you lack nothing!  Sisters, please don't settle for a mediocre relationship with Jesus - cry out, cry out, cry out.  He hears you.  He sees you.  He loves you.  He is close - call to Him!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;If you look back several entries ago, you will see I was there, deep in a pit of despair.  God delivered me!  He pulled me out of the discontentment, discouragement and despair when I cried out to Him.  When He knew that I knew that no one else could do it for me - not even myself.  Especially not myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;I must praise Him!  My heart, my mouth, my mind cannot cease from doing so.  I have never been more in love with Jesus, with my husband and my boys that I am at this moment.  God has me overflowing with love.  I must praise Him!  I must praise Him.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;Praise You, my Rock.  My Redeemer, may my life glorify You in every way.  May I always be radiant from looking to You.  You alone are worthy, You alone are good.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-1452968993915132073?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1452968993915132073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=1452968993915132073' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1452968993915132073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1452968993915132073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-must-praise-him.html' title='I must praise Him!'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-8548556641966595633</id><published>2007-10-24T06:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-10-24T07:24:14.159-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want You Awake</title><content type='html'>God has been up to some pretty cool stuff in my life and the Holy Spirit woke me up this morning at 6:25am and said, "I want you awake!  It is time to write!".  Oh, I love Him so!  Stephanie, maybe you helped encourage this with all your "Rise Up" talk yesterday.  :)  Anyway, He reminded me of something that happened recently that I thought I'd share.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis and I went away for a few days - just the two of us - to Las Vegas.  Very interesting trip.  We enjoyed marveling at the creativity of the different casino resorts - I've never been to Paris or Venice, but the way we humans can replicate things is pretty amazing.  That's the trouble with Vegas (well, one of the troubles) - it's all an illusion.  Everything is a duplication - a dupe if you will.  There is nothing real and nothing is as it seems.  Anyway, by Saturday we were so ready to get out of there and get home.   Travis and I are in the middle of doing Beth Moore's "Daniel" bible study and how perfect that God would throw a trip for us to the heart of our hedonistic, Babylonian-esque culture while we're studying this man "full of integrity while living an enticing world".  Ah, but I digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On our arrival back home at DFW airport, we walk out to catch our bus to get to the very-far-off-the-beaten-path parking lot (so we could save $2) and I notice Travis beginning to frantically look for something.  I'm wondering, "What in the heck is he doing?"  So I ask.  He can't find the ticket with the phone number of the very-far-off-the-beaten-path parking lot.  Yes, that's right - they don't just drive past every 10 minutes like the others.  And we can't remember the name of the lot to even call information.  I'm tired, I want to get home to see my babies - and I'm really about to get upset at him.  My automatic reaction was to be critical and annoyed so I stopped and prayed.  (I've also been studying Colossians with some women at my church and boy, did studying that book come in handy this particular evening!)  I prayed, "Lord, I ask that you give me a spirit of helpfulness to Travis.  And please send someone to help get us to our car!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, don't you know, two minutes later, a women driving a bus for another lot stopped (we're now the only people waiting in the pickup area and it's 9:30 at night) and asked if we needed a pickup.  Travis explained our situation and she said that she knew the name of the company and told us.  We were so thankful at this point - hello!  That is awesome - we have the name - yea!  She began to drive off and then stopped - she opened her door and said that she found their number in her phone and that she used to work for them!  Now this is even better!  Thank you, Lord, for Your provision! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When our bus arrives, we get in and sit down and I happen to look up front where the driver is sitting and there is a sign next to the door that read: "Your protection is my number one concern: Jesus". &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Jesus!  I love God's sense of humor - hello, that our driver would be named Jesus cracks me up!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all seriousness, I am thankful for this episode.  He highlighted to me how I've grown in Him.  Sometimes I've asked God to show me the fruit and He did here.   I am thankful for His provision - it comes in ways so you know, only He could have done that.  Oh, I love Him so!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I praise you today Jesus!  May everything I do today glorify and honor You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-8548556641966595633?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8548556641966595633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=8548556641966595633' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/8548556641966595633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/8548556641966595633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-want-you-awake.html' title='I Want You Awake'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-2050287877140642265</id><published>2007-08-31T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-08-31T11:05:14.197-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Creation</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Through my despair and discouragement, God has delivered to a place of contentment and peace I have not known for quite some time.  Humility - He is cultivating this in me.  It's not one of the characteristics of Christ that I was eager to transform in myself - that of becoming humble.  But that is the road I've been on the last few months and so here I am.  The beginnings of being humble and bare.   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Over the last week or so, I have been reading Romans at the prompting of the Holy Spirit.  Here are some scriptures that have ministered to me from the first 8 chapters - may they minister to you in some way today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Romans 4:17&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;...He (Abraham) is our father in the sight of God, in whom he believed - the God who gives life to the dead and calls things that are not as though they were.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;That last line blows my mind - "calls things that are not as though they were".  God sees something in us that we cannot see.  Some gift, some ability, some way of being that only He can see.  Because He calls it out of us - as if it exists right now, but yet it doesn't.  For it to come to life is a process.  All the circumstances we deal with are God's way of drawing this out in us so that we can serve and glorify Him.  Amazing....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Romas 4:20-21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Yet he (Abraham) did not waver through unbelief regarding the promise of God, but was strengthened in his faith and gave glory to God, being fully persuaded that God had power to do what he had promised.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;I have come to this realization.  It's nothing I've come up with on my own as I have heard it lots of times before, but I guess it's finally sinking in.  When I am struggling with anything - whatever it is - I should consider it a struggle with unbelief.  At the heart of most of my struggles is unbelief that God is who He says He is and that He has POWER to DO what He has PROMISED.  I hate to admit it - I honestly thought I "had this one handled".  But how many times have I tried to handle it on my own instead of turning it over to Jesus?  Thank you for forgiving me, Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Romans 8: 17-19&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Now if we are children, then we are heirs - heirs of God and co-heirs with Christ, if indeed we share in his sufferings in order that we may also share in his glory.  I consider that our present sufferings are not worth comparing with the glory that will be revealed in us. The creation waits in eager expectation for the sons of God to be revealed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Lord, may I reveal Your glory!!!  Do this work in me so that I, your daughter, reveal YOU!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Romans 8:35-39&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Who shall separate us from the love of Christ? Shall trouble or hardship or persecution or famine or nakedness or danger or sword? As it is written: "For your sake we face death all day long; we are considered as sheep to be slaughtered." No, in all these things we are more than conquerors through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death nor life, neither angels nor demons, neither the present nor the future, nor any powers, neither height nor depth, nor anything else in all creation, will be able to separate us from the love of God that is in Christ Jesus our Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Can I get an AMEN?  That is some of the most awe-inspiring scripture ever!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-2050287877140642265?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2050287877140642265/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=2050287877140642265' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2050287877140642265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2050287877140642265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/new-creation.html' title='A New Creation'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-2963432240375297467</id><published>2007-08-15T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:57.270-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On Guard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RsMPbEfJg_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Lnr4lYRRo4M/s1600-h/IMG_5536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098936160848806898" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RsMPbEfJg_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Lnr4lYRRo4M/s400/IMG_5536.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RsMPO0fJg-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ypWchzXyWiw/s1600-h/IMG_5538.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5098935950395409378" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RsMPO0fJg-I/AAAAAAAAAAk/ypWchzXyWiw/s400/IMG_5538.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;I have been so discouraged lately. My life has become so mundane and I have had a horrible attitude. A complaining clod of ailments and such. So what does God do? He delivers one of those "ouch" messages that seemed to be just for me at church on Sunday. I was so far gone in believing the devil's lies that I couldn't even recognize it for what it was - a lie. One of the first weapons in satan's arsenal is discouragement. Duh! That is how clever and subtle he can be when you're not paying attention. When you're not on guard. He also sent His people, my sisters in Christ to wake me up - to say "Hey, God has plans for you and this is part of it." This is your life right now because this is a season of training you, growing you for some purpose of His. I praise You, Lord for getting my attention and getting my focus back on You. For giving me joy even when everyday life isn't that fun. And thank you to Stephanie and my mom for obeying the Holy Spirit's prompting to reach out to me with Scripture and encouraging words. Mom, I am putting on the armor of God. Love to you both.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&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/1294253227939049671-2963432240375297467?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2963432240375297467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=2963432240375297467' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2963432240375297467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2963432240375297467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/on-guard.html' title='On Guard'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RsMPbEfJg_I/AAAAAAAAAAs/Lnr4lYRRo4M/s72-c/IMG_5536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-2126521299881350141</id><published>2007-08-02T11:57:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T21:22:57.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Boys</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RrIOekfJg8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/plW1Dey_Y3U/s1600-h/IMG_5360.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094150046862640066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RrIOekfJg8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/plW1Dey_Y3U/s400/IMG_5360.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RrIN5kfJg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zXLAviQv8/s1600-h/IMG_5457.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5094149411207480242" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RrIN5kfJg7I/AAAAAAAAAAM/P1zXLAviQv8/s400/IMG_5457.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here are some recent snapshots of my boys, Lane &amp;amp; Landry. They are so much fun! God has blessed me with two very sweet, smart little guys. Enjoy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-2126521299881350141?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2126521299881350141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=2126521299881350141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2126521299881350141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2126521299881350141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/08/boys.html' title='Boys'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/RrIOekfJg8I/AAAAAAAAAAU/plW1Dey_Y3U/s72-c/IMG_5360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-2698937465026024590</id><published>2007-05-08T23:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T23:34:07.422-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Though it tarries, I am waiting...</title><content type='html'>I want to share about several insights I've had in recent weeks - some key "a-ha" moments.  I love "a-ha" moments - I delight in them, I praise God for them.  I just have no words right now to describe the work the Holy Spirit is doing with me.  Joy, covenant marriage, and discerning the voice of God - these are the areas of my life where God has been at work.  Ministering to me, rebuking me, challenging me, calling me forward and reminding me of all that's wonderful around me.  So instead of my words, I'll use His.  These are my "life verses" at the moment, I pray they minister to you today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Isaiah 50:4-5&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Sovereign Lord has given me an instructed tongue, to know the word that sustains the weary. He wakens me morning by morning, wakens my ear to listen like one being taught. The Sovereign Lord has opened my ears, and I have not been rebellious; I have not drawn back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Jeremiah 33:3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call to me and I will tell you great and unsearchable things you do not know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Habakkuk 2:1, 3&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will stand at my watch and station myself on the ramparts; I will look to see what He will say to me, and what answer I am to give to this complaint.&lt;br /&gt;For the revelation awaits an appointed time; it speaks of the end and will not prove false. Though it linger, wait for it; it will certainly come and will not delay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-2698937465026024590?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/2698937465026024590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=2698937465026024590' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2698937465026024590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/2698937465026024590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/05/though-it-tarries-i-am-waiting.html' title='Though it tarries, I am waiting...'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-8850690610711575357</id><published>2007-04-17T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T10:05:39.244-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts</title><content type='html'>My son's first birthday was on Sunday.  What a wonderful celebration we had, with family and friends joining us.  Landry's first experience with cake was a sight to behold!  Green frosting and vanilla cake was everywhere!!!  This boy is such a joy - he has a delightful spirit about him.  He sqeals with happiness at the simplest of things - a goofy face, being outside, riding in the red wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so honored to be a mom.  So many times we allow ourselves to get beaten down with this most awesome responsibility - parenthood - and lose sight of the gift that it is.  God has given us His children to raise - they are not ours.  What a privilege this is, what a blessing.  That God would trust US with this job - the most important job we will ever hold - blows my mind.  He equips me daily - I need to remember that on those difficult days when my three year old is throwing a fit because he wants Spiderman fruit snacks for breakfast or when my one year old cries because I take away some newfound discovery, like nail polish for instance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Father, for allowing me to be a mother to these two boys: Lane and Landry.  They light up my life in a way I never dreamed possible.  Thank you for my husband - watching him be a daddy brings me such great joy.  I love you for bringing these three to me.  I did not deserve these gifts and yet you gave them to me anyway.  Abba, I thank you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-8850690610711575357?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/8850690610711575357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=8850690610711575357' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/8850690610711575357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/8850690610711575357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/04/gifts.html' title='Gifts'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-4588841919880420301</id><published>2007-03-22T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T10:32:52.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>From the lips of children and infants</title><content type='html'>Last Saturday my sister delivered a beautiful baby girl at 33 weeks.  I had the privilege of being there - witnessing the birth of this precious soul.  At 33 weeks gestation, the main concern is lung development.  We had been told by the nurse that if Savannah cried that would be a great sign of her condition.  Well, when she let out that newborn wail, we all burst into tears! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That morning I had read a friend's blog about her husband reading Psalm 8 over her as she labored in the birth of her daughter. &lt;br /&gt;Verse 2 says:&lt;br /&gt;"From the lips of children and infants you have ordained praise because of your enemies, to silence the foe and the avenger."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound of a baby crying takes on a whole new meaning, doesn't it?  Our almighty God is evoking their sounds to PRAISE HIM.  My study bible notes say: "The mighty God, whose glory is displayed across the face of the heavens, appoints (and evokes) the praise of little children to silence the dark powers arrayed against him."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a mighty Word!  When I read that I began sobbing.  My son, each time we sit down to eat a meal, sings a delightful song to our Lord Jesus.  His singing of this song has become so meaningful to me.  God has appointed my children to praise Him.  He has appointed me and you to praise Him.  He is worthy of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Jesus.  Thank you, Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;For our food, for our food.&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for our daddies, thank you for our mommies.&lt;br /&gt;We love you.  We love you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-4588841919880420301?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/4588841919880420301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=4588841919880420301' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/4588841919880420301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/4588841919880420301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/03/from-lips-of-children-and-infants.html' title='From the lips of children and infants'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-1866627765302571086</id><published>2007-03-14T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T17:27:29.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Running</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;Charlie Hall's "Marvelous Light" is my theme song at the moment.  I love it!  I turn it up really loud when I'm in the car by myself, which isn't often, but my spirit lifts and my smile widens as soon as the song begins.  May it nourish your thirsty soul as it does mine...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;Into marvelous light I'm running&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;Out of darkness, out of shame&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;By the cross, You are the Truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;You are the Life, You are the Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#663333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-1866627765302571086?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1866627765302571086/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=1866627765302571086' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1866627765302571086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1866627765302571086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-running.html' title='I&apos;m Running'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-1131919980441740795</id><published>2007-03-11T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T23:37:55.281-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessing</title><content type='html'>Today I heard a Word!  We are "blessed to be a blessing".  If you've ever wondered why you've been given much, you now have the answer.  God has given each one of us talents and gifts.  Why?  To honor Him by serving others.  To bless others.  So many of us withhold our gifts and talents and use excuses like, "I don't have time" or "I don't have enough money" or "my job is so demanding, I just don't have the energy" or "my kids keep me so busy".  Don't get all confused and irate on me now.  Obviously, our children  and their extracurricular endeavors are very important as is our job.  But should they be used as an excuse for not contributing to others?  For not serving and giving in your local church?  No, it is a cop out.  Carve out the time to share your gifts and talents, include your children.  You never know how God will use you and what opportunities you miss because of your holding back and waiting for the right time or the right outfit or the right bonus.  You are blessed to be a blessing.  Go bless somebody!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-1131919980441740795?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/1131919980441740795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=1131919980441740795' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1131919980441740795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/1131919980441740795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/03/blessing.html' title='Blessing'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1294253227939049671.post-5120921225829943491</id><published>2007-03-09T16:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T16:40:33.639-06:00</updated><title type='text'>First Time</title><content type='html'>Well....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is day one - my first time "blogging".  What a world we live in.  Whoever thought one day anyone anywhere could be a published writer of sorts? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend, Stephanie, said that at 29 she thought she would expedite the process of becoming "terribly interesting".  That the French say that a woman becomes interesting at age 38.  I like that.  I think I'd like to be terribly interesting as well.  Since I only have three years left to accomplish this, I better begin now.  So here goes...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1294253227939049671-5120921225829943491?l=tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/feeds/5120921225829943491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1294253227939049671&amp;postID=5120921225829943491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/5120921225829943491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1294253227939049671/posts/default/5120921225829943491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tiffanyatwood.blogspot.com/2007/03/first-time.html' title='First Time'/><author><name>Tiffany Atwood</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10406385729936191032</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp3.blogger.com/_K0CV5dxsFVM/SDRJBHJRxsI/AAAAAAAAArY/TpBn3iagdmA/S220/SN850659.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
