<?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-7255192521857946283</id><updated>2012-02-06T09:09:01.874-05:00</updated><category term='Faith'/><category term='Relationship'/><category term='Trouble In The Water'/><category term='Stories of Life'/><category term='God'/><category term='Love'/><title type='text'>The Invisible Soul</title><subtitle type='html'>IF YOU HAVE BEEN CRUSHED, BEAT DOWN AND DESTROYED. YOU CAN BE RESTORED EMOTIONALLY AND SPIRITUALLY. 

I  WANT PEOPLE TO KNOW GOD LOVES THEM AND THEY CAN LIVE A LIFE OF VICTORY, A LIFE OF FREEDOM AND A LIFE FILLED WITH JOY.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-560085734523384640</id><published>2008-11-02T08:57:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-02T09:45:58.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where My Brother Once Stood</title><summary type='text'>Where My Brother Once StoodBy George W. Beasley2 Samuel 18:30 And the king said, "Turn aside and stand here." So he turned aside and stood still.I write this story in memory of my brother Chris who died at the young age of 37. It’s been almost three years since he passed away. He ran as far as he could and as long as he could. His pain and suffering never left him. Finally, it took his life.This </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/560085734523384640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=560085734523384640&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/560085734523384640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/560085734523384640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2008/11/where-my-brother-once-stood.html' title='Where My Brother Once Stood'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2yxurMO-I/AAAAAAAAAGY/yk7uOBGhm-o/s72-c/lake+11-1-08+004.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-59665542542707852</id><published>2008-04-22T20:40:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T18:02:46.331-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And On The Seventh Day, It Ended! Part 2</title><summary type='text'>And On The Seventh Day, It Ended! Part 2 4-5 Celebrate God all day, every day. I mean, revel in him! Make it as clear as you can to all you meet that you're on their side, working with them and not against them. Help them see that the Master is about to arrive. He could show up any minute! Philippians 4 (The Message)The question was “What would I do if I had 30 days to live?” As discussed in part</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theinvisiblesoul.com/Site/Welcome.html' title='And On The Seventh Day, It Ended! Part 2'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/59665542542707852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=59665542542707852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/59665542542707852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/59665542542707852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-on-seventh-day-it-ended-part-2.html' title='And On The Seventh Day, It Ended! Part 2'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SA6H-qbNmHI/AAAAAAAAAF0/GkpbpA0Uofk/s72-c/lake2008+023.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-6362412163553355552</id><published>2008-04-02T21:15:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-02T21:31:01.951-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And On The Seventh Day, It Ended!    Part I</title><summary type='text'>And On The Seventh Day, It Ended!Psalm 39. 4-5 4 “Lord, remind me how brief my time on earth will be.      Remind me that my days are numbered—how fleeting my life is. 5 You have made my life no longer than the width of my hand.      My entire lifetime is just a moment to you; at best, each of us is but a breath.”The question was asked, “If you had thirty days to live, how would you live out </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theinvisiblesoul.com' title='And On The Seventh Day, It Ended!    Part I'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.theinvisibelsoul.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6362412163553355552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=6362412163553355552&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6362412163553355552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6362412163553355552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-on-seventh-day-it-ended-part-i.html' title='And On The Seventh Day, It Ended!    Part I'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/R_Qw8MAerWI/AAAAAAAAAFs/8ueI0BFRGxU/s72-c/easter2008+083.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-5523392313941217247</id><published>2008-03-24T20:59:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T06:50:03.472-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Acts</title><summary type='text'>1 Corinthians 13 12 We don't yet see things clearly. We're squinting in a fog, peering through a mist. But it won't be long before the weather clears and the sun shines bright! We'll see it all then, see it all as clearly as God sees us, knowing him directly just as he knows us! 13 But for right now, until that completeness, we have three things to do to lead us toward that consummation: Trust </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theinvisiblesoul.com' title='Random Acts'/><link rel='enclosure' type='' href='http://www.theinvisiblesoul.com' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5523392313941217247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=5523392313941217247&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5523392313941217247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5523392313941217247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2008/03/random-kindness.html' title='Random Acts'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/R-jYyMAerVI/AAAAAAAAAFk/toWdncoGU-Y/s72-c/easter2008+070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-3378707521130977067</id><published>2008-03-04T07:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-04T07:33:31.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Those Gold Shoes</title><summary type='text'>Ecclesiastes 3 (The Message)14 I've also concluded that whatever God does, that's the way it's going to be, always. No addition, no subtraction. God's done it and that's it. That's so we'll quit asking questions and simply worship in holy fear.   15 Whatever was, is.     Whatever will be, is.     That's how it always is with God.I was sharing these verses with a friend the other day and realized </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.theinvisiblesoul.com/Site/Podcast/Entries/2008/3/3_Those_Gold_Shoes.html' title='Those Gold Shoes'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3378707521130977067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=3378707521130977067&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3378707521130977067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3378707521130977067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2008/03/those-gold-shoes.html' title='Those Gold Shoes'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/R81Be6C4KFI/AAAAAAAAAE8/NLPxl9ZIvJk/s72-c/misc2+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-8451806873069240454</id><published>2008-01-31T07:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-31T07:50:58.732-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride &amp; Priority</title><summary type='text'>Priority &amp; PrideWhat do you know to be true in your life? What drives you to make decisions in life, is it pride or is it priority? We all talk about the priorities of our life and how they drive our schedules and dictate our time tables, tell us when to sit and when to stand, when to go and when to come. One could say that priorities are the driving force in every decision we make. I think this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8451806873069240454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=8451806873069240454&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8451806873069240454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8451806873069240454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2008/01/pride-priority.html' title='Pride &amp; Priority'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/R6HEJw1_DxI/AAAAAAAAAEs/D4Se9bJHMS8/s72-c/sc00027cee.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-1218883490309058906</id><published>2007-12-30T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-30T22:29:33.119-05:00</updated><title type='text'>So, What Do You See</title><summary type='text'>It’s not often that we ask our friends or family what they see that we could be doing better in our lives.  If you want to be really honest here we don’t really ask people for advice about our lives unless we know what they are going to say. It is a rare thing to ask a friend “what do you see in this circumstance that I could be doing better?”We are so quick to invite help into our lives only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1218883490309058906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=1218883490309058906&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/1218883490309058906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/1218883490309058906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/12/so-what-do-you-see.html' title='So, What Do You See'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-1674537623027620261</id><published>2007-11-27T07:44:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-11-27T07:44:18.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Accident</title><summary type='text'>It was one of those Friday nights I will never forget. It was a beautiful evening in October. I had the task of taking the guys to the movies on that night. Not sure how I ended up with this duty being only sixteen years old at the boys home but it gave us all an opportunity to show some responsibility. Sometimes we drove station wagons but tonight I was driving the big van, a fifteen passenger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/1674537623027620261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=1674537623027620261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/1674537623027620261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/1674537623027620261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/11/accident.html' title='The Accident'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-5815485037420995586</id><published>2007-10-31T07:50:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-11-28T21:29:55.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine's Pain Chapter Two</title><summary type='text'>Elaine and I continued in our relationship for several more months. Looking back now I can see that the arguments were never about us but about what was eating at her inside. I knew nothing about her pain, only that I carried pain in my own life. So many years have passed, I miss Elaine from time to time. I will say if you are carrying some deep rooted pain, if you are carrying a horrific life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5815485037420995586/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=5815485037420995586&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5815485037420995586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5815485037420995586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/10/elaine-pain-chapter-two.html' title='Elaine&amp;#39;s Pain Chapter Two'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-8393851737643523056</id><published>2007-09-24T22:32:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-26T07:24:30.617-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Elaine's Pain</title><summary type='text'>The voice on the phone said, "did you hear about Elaine?" I replied "no, what happen", she continued to explain that Elaine had died, she had committed suicide. My heart sank deep and sadness prevailed my countenance. My heart ached with pain and to this day I am still sad about the life of Elaine.Elaine was a sweet girl, she was very pretty with her long blonde hair and perfect build but yet as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8393851737643523056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=8393851737643523056&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8393851737643523056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8393851737643523056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/09/elaine-pain.html' title='Elaine&amp;#39;s Pain'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rvh1evI3yTI/AAAAAAAAAEE/ZEC9iKZktP4/s72-c/sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-5941631658662260144</id><published>2007-08-12T21:42:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-12T21:42:23.682-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down by The Lake (Introduction)</title><summary type='text'> Psalm 36  5-6 God's love is meteoric,  his loyalty astronomic,   His purpose titanic,  his verdicts oceanic.  Yet in his largeness nothing gets lost;  Not a man, not a mouse, slips through the cracks.  7-9 How exquisite your love, O God! How eager we are to run under your wings, To eat our fill at the banquet you spread as you fill our tankards with Eden spring water. You're a fountain of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5941631658662260144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=5941631658662260144&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5941631658662260144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5941631658662260144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/08/down-by-lake-introduction.html' title='Down by The Lake (Introduction)'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-3537195230686421150</id><published>2007-06-19T07:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-02-07T07:29:46.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Creek</title><summary type='text'>As we all grew into our mid teens we started to experience new and exciting things. Looking back now I guess you could call it life but for us it was not just life but an adventure. Everyday was a new adventure for us, especially in the summer. As I have said before, the summer always brought new adventures and with it came some of the greatest memories of all times. This is one of those </summary><link rel='related' href='http://web.mac.com/theinvisiblesoul/Site/Podcast/Podcast.html' title='Black Creek'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3537195230686421150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=3537195230686421150&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3537195230686421150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3537195230686421150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/06/black-creek.html' title='Black Creek'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RnfDRXd0TgI/AAAAAAAAAD8/2pakAlw4V6w/s72-c/blog+pics+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-589398946807915535</id><published>2007-06-11T07:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T18:11:11.585-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Plan</title><summary type='text'> Psalm 318 You have not handed me over to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.24 Be strong and take heart, all you who hope in the LORDI would say that most of my greatest memories were conceived in the summer months. The summers of my teen years were full of fun and what I call "life lessons". I remember all of my summers being really hot summer. Maybe it’s because I lived near </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/589398946807915535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=589398946807915535&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/589398946807915535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/589398946807915535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/06/not-my-plan.html' title='Not My Plan'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rm03Znd0TfI/AAAAAAAAAD0/ZCTP8Zl8_So/s72-c/Dream+Center+St+Louis+031.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-2476899436827895246</id><published>2007-06-04T07:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-04T07:36:55.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Sins</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 60 says "I am God. At the right time I'll make it happen." It was a hot summer night in Lake Waccamaw, not much going on as usual. We could have walked down to "Dupree Landing" or went fishing, but this night we chose to do something that would take our summer away and change us all forever.There were about ten of us, all in our early teens. We weren’t looking for trouble just some fun on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2476899436827895246/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=2476899436827895246&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2476899436827895246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2476899436827895246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/06/hidden-sins.html' title='Hidden Sins'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RmP3d0Rjy6I/AAAAAAAAADs/HxcE4D9nQ6A/s72-c/4559502-R1-008-2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-3384858513776653353</id><published>2007-05-31T07:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-31T07:52:16.949-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All About The "I"</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 55: 8-11"I don't think the way you think. The way you work isn't the way I work." God's Decree."For as the sky soars high above earth, so the way I work surpasses the way you work, and the way I think is beyond the way you think. I have found myself in more than one conversation lately concerning the will of God for my life. Each time I find myself saying things like "I have tried this, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3384858513776653353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=3384858513776653353&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3384858513776653353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3384858513776653353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/all-about-i.html' title='All About The &quot;I&quot;'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rl613ERjy5I/AAAAAAAAADk/6bJy6XtdD_o/s72-c/Mercy+Ministries+2006+All+024.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-2421092118920240090</id><published>2007-05-30T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T07:56:56.282-04:00</updated><title type='text'>No Where To Run</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 49: 8-12God also says: "When the time's ripe, I answer you. When victory's due, I help you.I form you and use you.... Have you ever wondered why we do things that just don’;t make a great deal of since? Is it God’s will or our will? This is an age old question that is not answered by just a brief comment or letter.In studying this week and through conversations I have decided that it’s </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2421092118920240090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=2421092118920240090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2421092118920240090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2421092118920240090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/no-where-to-run.html' title='No Where To Run'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rl1mFERjy4I/AAAAAAAAADc/u9uH7PJU_p8/s72-c/PICT0029.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-415854701495972499</id><published>2007-05-25T07:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-25T07:21:34.075-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shelter from the Sun</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 49 says "Nobody hungry, nobody thirsty, shade from the sun, shelter from the wind, For the Compassionate One guides them, takes them to the best springs. I'll make all my mountains into roads, turn them into a superhighway".Let me bring you to a time in my early teen years. Haven House was my second group home. It was to be short term. I had a great deal of people who cared about me but my</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/415854701495972499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=415854701495972499&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/415854701495972499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/415854701495972499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/shelter-from-sun.html' title='Shelter from the Sun'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RlbGsURjy3I/AAAAAAAAADU/Ek968L0GrEQ/s72-c/4559502-R1-008-2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-2582185585524488301</id><published>2007-05-22T07:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T07:46:02.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Loving Me</title><summary type='text'>Ephesians 3:19 (The Message) 14-19My response is to get down on my knees before the Father, this magnificent Father who parcels out all heaven and earth. I ask him to strengthen you by his Spirit—not a brute strength but a glorious inner strength—that Christ will live in you as you open the door and invite him in. And I ask him that with both feet planted firmly on love, you'll be able to take in</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2582185585524488301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=2582185585524488301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2582185585524488301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2582185585524488301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/loving-me.html' title='Loving Me'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RlLWxURjy2I/AAAAAAAAADM/LD0GVAPjqLI/s72-c/Scenic003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-4905797741734534275</id><published>2007-05-21T07:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-21T07:36:44.409-04:00</updated><title type='text'>History</title><summary type='text'>Isaiah 481-11 You have all this evidence confirmed by your own eyes and ears. Shouldn't you be talking about it?And that was just the beginning. I have a lot more to tell you, things you never knew existed.This isn't a variation on the same old thing. This is new, brand-new, something you'd never guess or dream up.When you hear this you won't be able to say, 'I knew that all along.'You've never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4905797741734534275/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=4905797741734534275&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4905797741734534275'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4905797741734534275'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/history.html' title='History'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RlGDfERjy1I/AAAAAAAAADE/BGfeXZrtpMo/s72-c/Sunset.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-6097544731073921323</id><published>2007-05-17T06:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T07:04:21.287-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifted ??</title><summary type='text'>Exodus 281-5 Consult with the skilled craftsmen, those whom I have gifted in this work, and arrange for them to make Aaron's vestments, to set him apart as holy, to act as priest for me.Have you ever tried to do something that you thought you could do but in reality you could not? Or how about this, have you ever consulted with someone that you knew before hand they really didn’t know what they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6097544731073921323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=6097544731073921323&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6097544731073921323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6097544731073921323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/gifted.html' title='Gifted ??'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rkw1_kRjy0I/AAAAAAAAAC8/EiTuI5F0Rbc/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-7685496509645207616</id><published>2007-05-16T07:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T07:17:58.863-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Shade Tree</title><summary type='text'>Jonah 4 7-8But then God sent a worm. By dawn of the next day, the worm had bored into the shade tree and it withered away. The sun came up and God sent a hot, blistering wind from the east. The sun beat down on Jonah's head and he started to faint. He prayed to die: "I'm better off dead!"9Then God said to Jonah, "What right do you have to get angry about this shade tree?" Sometimes we all need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7685496509645207616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=7685496509645207616&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/7685496509645207616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/7685496509645207616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/shade-tree.html' title='The Shade Tree'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rkrms0RjyzI/AAAAAAAAAC0/WPbvFcWvT9E/s72-c/Dream+Center+St+Louis+042.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-4775468710603201475</id><published>2007-05-15T07:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T07:10:41.487-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Whisper</title><summary type='text'>John 1125-26"You don't have to wait for the End. I am, right now, Resurrection and Life. The one who believes in me, even though he or she dies, will live. And everyone who lives believing in me does not ultimately die at all. Do you believe this?"27"Yes, Master. All along I have believed that you are the Messiah, the Son of God who comes into the world." 28After saying this, she went to her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4775468710603201475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=4775468710603201475&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4775468710603201475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4775468710603201475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/whisper.html' title='The Whisper'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RkmUlzGTFkI/AAAAAAAAACs/TON9pXcnd00/s72-c/cloud.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-825964346057468634</id><published>2007-05-11T07:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-11T07:29:10.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Come On Now</title><summary type='text'> John 11: 38-39Then Jesus, the anger again welling up within him, arrived at the tomb. It was a simple cave in the hillside with a slab of stone laid against it. Jesus said, "Remove the stone."The sister of the dead man, Martha, said, "Master, by this time there's a stench. He's been dead four days!"40Jesus looked her in the eye. "Didn't I tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/825964346057468634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=825964346057468634&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/825964346057468634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/825964346057468634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/come-on-now.html' title='Come On Now'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RkRTODGTFjI/AAAAAAAAACk/_GZQ-gwWUHY/s72-c/DeSoto+MO,+Lake+032.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-3929961771824421818</id><published>2007-05-10T12:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-10T12:59:16.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Ever Quit</title><summary type='text'>2 Timothy 41-2 I can't impress this on you too strongly. God is looking over your shoulder. Christ himself is the Judge, with the final say on everyone, living and dead. He is about to break into the open with his rule, so proclaim the Message with intensity; keep on your watch. Challenge, warn, and urge your people. Don't ever quit. Just keep it simple. Have you ever said something that you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3929961771824421818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=3929961771824421818&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3929961771824421818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3929961771824421818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/dont-ever-quit.html' title='Don&apos;t Ever Quit'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RkNNmzGTFiI/AAAAAAAAACc/VXW4EK1-yIA/s72-c/4559502-R1-008-2A.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-4103060728004690482</id><published>2007-05-09T07:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T07:43:05.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Awe</title><summary type='text'>Genesis 2810-12 Jacob left Beersheba and went to Haran. He came to a certain place and camped for the night since the sun had set. He took one of the stones there, set it under his head and lay down to sleep. And he dreamed: A stairway was set on the ground and it reached all the way to the sky; angels of God were going up and going down on it. 13-15 Then God was right before him, saying, "I am </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4103060728004690482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=4103060728004690482&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4103060728004690482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4103060728004690482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/in-awe.html' title='In Awe'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RkGzkDGTFhI/AAAAAAAAACU/XhOY1FD2DII/s72-c/sun.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-6177127008267235948</id><published>2007-05-08T06:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T07:56:27.595-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fenced In</title><summary type='text'>2 Corinthians 611-13Dear, dear Corinthians, I can't tell you how much I long for you to enter this wide-open, spacious life. We didn't fence you in. The smallness you feel comes from within you. Your lives aren't small, but you're living them in a small way. I'm speaking as plainly as I can and with great affection. Open up your lives. Live openly and expansively! Do you ever feel like the world </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6177127008267235948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=6177127008267235948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6177127008267235948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6177127008267235948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/fenced-in.html' title='Fenced In'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RkBkqTGTFgI/AAAAAAAAACM/YXKud0P4_jw/s72-c/Dream+Center+St+Louis+025.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-4816985497710134991</id><published>2007-05-07T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-07T07:48:09.654-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's What I Want</title><summary type='text'>  Today seems to be one of those days. Just not sure what to write. Do I edit an old story? Do I write a new one? What to do? This is my third story this morning. I sent this one out to you all a few weeks ago. None the less, it is relevant for me today. It kind of falls into the story I wrote yesterday on love. It deals with the emotions. I guess after rereading this and the story from yesterday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4816985497710134991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=4816985497710134991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4816985497710134991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4816985497710134991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/its-what-i-want.html' title='It&apos;s What I Want'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rj8RcTGTFfI/AAAAAAAAACE/0PzkcpRtN3I/s72-c/Dream+Center+St+Louis+043.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-4412397371389400742</id><published>2007-05-06T22:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-06T22:37:00.922-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Life of Love</title><summary type='text'>  Ephesians 51-2Watch what God does, and then you do it, like children who learn proper behavior from their parents. Mostly what God does is love you. Keep company with him and learn a life of love. Observe how Christ loved us. His love was not cautious but extravagant. He didn't love in order to get something from us but to give everything of himself to us. Love like that. There are some things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4412397371389400742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=4412397371389400742&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4412397371389400742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4412397371389400742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/life-of-love.html' title='A Life of Love'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rj6PszGTFeI/AAAAAAAAAB8/mpBaSupZEXk/s72-c/IMG_0054.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-7709525288577914804</id><published>2007-05-03T06:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T07:24:57.107-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Burring the Foxes</title><summary type='text'>  This story is one that has many memories tied to it. It was written two months after I joined the ministry, May 2005. Many excuses have risen since that time, many foxes buried. John and I skied the other day and it reminded me of this story. As with all of the stories I’ve written, I feel a need to edit them some. This one was in need of a verse. I have been going through some things lately </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7709525288577914804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=7709525288577914804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/7709525288577914804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/7709525288577914804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/burring-foxes.html' title='Burring the Foxes'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RjnFCDGTFdI/AAAAAAAAAB0/70m81XuWOBs/s72-c/PICT0028.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-6103244193693252646</id><published>2007-05-02T07:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-02T07:55:49.582-04:00</updated><title type='text'>True Colors</title><summary type='text'>Written in October of 2006 in the mist of what would come to be one of the greatest trials and test of my life. Would I stay or would I give up all that I had been blessed with for the past two years. This is what I had been waiting for my entire Christian life and now God wanted me to move on! I later came to realize that I had no decision in the matter at all, it was all of God. As Pastor Danny</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6103244193693252646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=6103244193693252646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6103244193693252646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6103244193693252646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/true-colors.html' title='True Colors'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Rjh7FTGTFcI/AAAAAAAAABs/O37EXLNoMXc/s72-c/Mercy+Ministries+2006+All+101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-3557613159843666507</id><published>2007-05-01T06:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-01T06:44:42.222-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lessons Learned</title><summary type='text'>Written to our team in September of 2005 it still holds a special place in my heart. As I read it this morning I was reminded once again how busy we can get, and how consumed we get in our own little world. I heard this story at a lunch meeting the other day and the person talking was going off about what ticked him off. As he started in he said the following ticked him off, see if you can relate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3557613159843666507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=3557613159843666507&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3557613159843666507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3557613159843666507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/05/lessons-learned.html' title='Lessons Learned'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RjcZmTGTFbI/AAAAAAAAABk/oKHjJCDhULI/s72-c/lighting.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-2493010674869419959</id><published>2007-04-30T06:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T07:13:12.032-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Seventeen Seconds of Freedom</title><summary type='text'>I wrote this story in November of 2005. I was skiing with John, a great friend. We went at it again last Monday and I must say the results were the same. The skiing was really bad but the moment of freedom had never changed. It makes this story even more true. I also learned through the ministry I worked at, it's a great thing to give someone this same freedom.   I have added these verses for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/2493010674869419959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=2493010674869419959&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2493010674869419959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/2493010674869419959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/seventeen-seconds-of-freedom.html' title='Seventeen Seconds of Freedom'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RjXM6zGTFaI/AAAAAAAAABc/sOLFfVYH-yw/s72-c/IMG_0067.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-6265960387138375053</id><published>2007-04-26T07:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T07:32:57.547-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cry For Help</title><summary type='text'> Isaiah 30 (The Message)18 But God's not finished. He's waiting around to be gracious to you. He's gathering strength to show mercy to you. God takes the time to do everything right—everything. Those who wait around for him are the lucky ones.19-22 Oh yes, people of Zion, citizens of Jerusalem, your time of tears is over. Cry for help and you'll find it's grace and more grace. The moment he hears</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/6265960387138375053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=6265960387138375053&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6265960387138375053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/6265960387138375053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/cry-for-help.html' title='Cry For Help'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RjCNHjGTFZI/AAAAAAAAABU/gR_5G9TwVl0/s72-c/Card+005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-8312346011997462645</id><published>2007-04-25T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T07:45:25.528-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Storm</title><summary type='text'>For the past few weeks we have found ourselves in the mist of many storms. It seems we all have been covered by the same cloud of this storm. I have taught out of Acts 26 lately and then moved to Acts 27 a day or so ago and then again last night.As reading through this account I found myself as many of us have this year, right in the middle of some place we really didn’t want to be but none the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8312346011997462645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=8312346011997462645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8312346011997462645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8312346011997462645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-storm.html' title='In The Storm'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/Ri89nzGTFYI/AAAAAAAAABM/5IEOHEKqohU/s72-c/storm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-8058982178717571184</id><published>2007-04-24T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-24T07:43:57.319-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stories of Life'/><title type='text'>An Amazing Journey</title><summary type='text'>As many of you may know God allowed me to be involved in a water sports ministry for the past two years (2005 and 2006). My experiences there were very growing. Looking back now, I can see right where God had me and why. Many of my stories are accounts of what took place at those events as they were so life changing. I am no longer part of that ministry as God has moved me in a new direction. I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8058982178717571184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=8058982178717571184&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8058982178717571184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8058982178717571184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/amazing-journey.html' title='An Amazing Journey'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-8178347066028517361</id><published>2007-04-23T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T07:35:45.229-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Simon Says</title><summary type='text'>  Deuteronomy 281-6 If you listen obediently to the Voice of God, your God, and heartily obey all his commandments that I command you today, God, your God, will place you on high, high above all the nations of the world. All these blessings will come down on you and spread out beyond you because you have responded to the Voice of God, your God:I think to start today off we can ask one question. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/8178347066028517361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=8178347066028517361&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8178347066028517361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/8178347066028517361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/simon-says.html' title='Simon Says'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RiyZ3bo50qI/AAAAAAAAABE/9HW__ciQjTw/s72-c/Harrisburg+ILL+Lake+006.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-4057869699309830618</id><published>2007-04-20T06:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-20T07:55:36.712-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Relationship'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='God'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Love'/><title type='text'>Purple Sunset</title><summary type='text'> This is a story I had written back in October of 2006. Like many of my stories they never seem to be complete. I have pulled this one out of the file in hopes of completing it today.Micah 68 But he's already made it plain how to live, what to do, what God is looking for in men and women.It's quite simple: Do what is fair and just to your neighbor, be compassionate and loyal in your love, And </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/4057869699309830618/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=4057869699309830618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4057869699309830618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/4057869699309830618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/purple-sunset.html' title='Purple Sunset'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RiipZWoE9YI/AAAAAAAAAA8/8-yO1KH203w/s72-c/4559512-R1-009-3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-7412220686167651092</id><published>2007-04-19T07:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T07:09:05.652-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Basic Faith + 3</title><summary type='text'>2 Peter 15-9So don't lose a minute in building on what you've been given, complementing your basic faith with good character, spiritual understanding, alert discipline, passionate patience, reverent wonder, warm friendliness, and generous love, each dimension fitting into and developing the others. With these qualities active and growing in your lives, no grass will grow under your feet, no day </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/7412220686167651092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=7412220686167651092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/7412220686167651092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/7412220686167651092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/basic-faith-3.html' title='Basic Faith + 3'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RidNN2oE9WI/AAAAAAAAAAs/Fk9mTEiyQRo/s72-c/IMG_0042.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-3823032837626367268</id><published>2007-04-18T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T07:40:57.674-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Remember When</title><summary type='text'>Numbers 2825 "Conclude the seventh day in holy worship; don't do any regular work on that day. Do you remember when? Do you remember when you went to church on Sunday, lifted your hands to the Lord, gave Him praise, prayed, got delivered from things that you could no longer handle? Do you remember when you were excited about going to worship? Do you remember when you couldn’t wait to hear the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/3823032837626367268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=3823032837626367268&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3823032837626367268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/3823032837626367268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/remember-when.html' title='Remember When'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/RiYDYuaX1aI/AAAAAAAAAAk/aT4xjlPXZ1o/s72-c/dcletter0008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-5750652059780177043</id><published>2007-04-17T21:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T21:45:35.341-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Trouble In The Water'/><title type='text'>The Old Rope Swing</title><summary type='text'>I will be posting more than eighty of these stories on my blog in the up coming weeks. Some of these you will remember and some you have never seen. This is one I wrote in Sept 2006. Little did I know the real effect it would have on my life. As I sat on the front porch today looking at the two fifty foot magnolias in front of our house I could not help but to think back a few years. I remember </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/5750652059780177043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=5750652059780177043&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5750652059780177043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/5750652059780177043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/old-rope-swing.html' title='The Old Rope Swing'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7255192521857946283.post-631044139362780199</id><published>2007-04-17T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-17T12:51:54.055-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Faith'/><title type='text'>Finger Prints</title><summary type='text'>John 114The Word became flesh and blood, and moved into the neighborhood. We saw the glory with our own eyes, the one-of-a-kind glory, like Father, like Son, Generous inside and out, true from start to finish.I was at the shop yesterday working on this tiny connector that plugged into a electronic piece that controls the air bags in the car. These wires were very hard to see but I had a suspicion</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/feeds/631044139362780199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7255192521857946283&amp;postID=631044139362780199&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/631044139362780199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7255192521857946283/posts/default/631044139362780199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://georgebeasley.blogspot.com/2007/04/finger-prints.html' title='Finger Prints'/><author><name>George Beasley</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14498558036495305730</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KiHa3EuXQpg/SQ2xmjwasAI/AAAAAAAAAGA/vT5oM6UoG6o/S220/lake+11-1-08+008.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
