<?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-7237710867727572680</id><updated>2011-04-21T13:07:12.911-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daughter of Vision</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-561017163740607263</id><published>2009-04-11T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-11T08:22:25.711-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Heartbeat</title><summary type='text'>What is my purpose? Why am I really here? My answer to these questions....recklessly abandon it all for Christ, for his calling is much higher than anything I could imagine for myself. It is not about me, it is absolutely about Christ and his heart for the nations. The last few days I have purposefully engaged myself in conversations with people about why we are here. Keep in mind that I work at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/561017163740607263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=561017163740607263&amp;isPopup=true' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/561017163740607263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/561017163740607263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#561017163740607263' title='Heartbeat'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SeC1qxDcvHI/AAAAAAAAAHw/7AjIXMp6HZc/s72-c/abandonment%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-8297609321430398032</id><published>2009-02-24T17:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T04:14:01.098-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Guardians of Freedom</title><summary type='text'>I am a Christian. I am so thankful for the freedom I have in Christ. I am also a patriot and deeply thankful for those who willingly fight for and guard my freedom as an American. It angers me to my core when I hear people speaking out against our troops. I personally have had several family members who have fought and some died for the freedoms that we have enjoyed in America. None of them were </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/8297609321430398032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=8297609321430398032&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/8297609321430398032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/8297609321430398032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#8297609321430398032' title='Guardians of Freedom'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SaS0tm4n77I/AAAAAAAAAGk/sUp6l32C7TI/s72-c/FDR_Memorial_wall%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-6623041543121726668</id><published>2009-02-03T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:24:54.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insignificant?</title><summary type='text'>All down through the ages God has used people who were of little or no significance at all to do great things for him. He took a young boy's lunch and used it to feed multitudes of people. He used a young Jewish girl to save an entire nation. He searched through the hearts of men and found a boy who sought to please him. And the shepherd boy was anointed king of Israel. He turned a stuttering boy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6623041543121726668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=6623041543121726668&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/6623041543121726668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/6623041543121726668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#6623041543121726668' title='Insignificant?'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-5949167988183722370</id><published>2009-01-30T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T14:26:56.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun Facts About Me</title><summary type='text'>It has been a while since I have posted anything and so I thought I would take this opportunity to share a few fun facts about myself. I hope you enjoy! Started your own blog - yes Slept under the stars - a few times Played in a band - yes, 7-12 grade including marching band and 2 years of orchestra in college Visited Hawaii - no Watched a meteor shower -yes Given more than you can afford to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/5949167988183722370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=5949167988183722370&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/5949167988183722370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/5949167988183722370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2009_01_01_archive.html#5949167988183722370' title='Fun Facts About Me'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-3158932477433659777</id><published>2008-12-16T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T11:47:25.889-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Three Trees</title><summary type='text'>This is for those of you who find that your life hasn't turned out quite like you had imagined it would. This is one of my favorite stories and I am thrilled to share it with you. Merry Christmas, and may you find your life pointing the way to Jesus.Once there were three trees on a hill in the woods. They were discussing their hopes and dreams when the first tree said,'Someday I hope to be a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3158932477433659777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=3158932477433659777&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/3158932477433659777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/3158932477433659777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3158932477433659777' title='The Three Trees'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SUf2ygiN9tI/AAAAAAAAAFs/dc-71NtnJx8/s72-c/0023%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-3868999301775277650</id><published>2008-12-03T12:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T14:00:49.375-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is the lamb?</title><summary type='text'>Due to circumstances in my life I find it very hard to trust people. I think to some degree all of us have been let down and dissapointed by others. My trust is not something I give easily. This not being able to trust is something that has leaked into my willingness to trust God. It is something that I constantly have to work on. I am reminded of the verse that says "I can do all things through </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3868999301775277650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=3868999301775277650&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/3868999301775277650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/3868999301775277650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_12_01_archive.html#3868999301775277650' title='Where is the lamb?'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/STcBh1kFzaI/AAAAAAAAAFk/0j-6xalL-x8/s72-c/J4UXWCA9WII48CA70R66LCA7QXD72CAW95DRDCA1F0O4PCAPGGQ4PCAX9RTKSCABSGNIXCA4XG97QCAFI495RCAO1XA1MCA8DBKAQCAQLPJ5FCAPZJX92CAULDH3MCAT55S2GCAJ01BHLCAUW6RICCAWUT0SA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-7630802624764026969</id><published>2008-11-07T06:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-07T07:02:41.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Grace!</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I was driving home from work and having been sick all day I wasn't paying attention to how fast I was going. The only thing I could think of was getting home and going to bed. As I looked in my rear view mirror I noticed the flicker of blue and red lights. I was being pulled over, for the first time in my life, for speeding. The police officer came to my window and asked to see my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7630802624764026969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=7630802624764026969&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/7630802624764026969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/7630802624764026969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_11_01_archive.html#7630802624764026969' title='I love Grace!'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SRRYhsPSUhI/AAAAAAAAAFc/R6MEwUvlDJQ/s72-c/zCopCar_website1%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-619152932677138256</id><published>2008-10-24T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-24T12:26:37.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pray?</title><summary type='text'>2 Chronicles 7:14 says, "If my people, which are called by my name, shall humble themselves, and pray, and seek my face, and turn from their wicked ways; then will I hear from heaven, and will forgive their sin, and will heal their land." We are at a pivotal time in our nations history. The decisions that will be made in the next few days will forever change our lives. The United States of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/619152932677138256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=619152932677138256&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/619152932677138256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/619152932677138256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#619152932677138256' title='Pray?'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SQHxCIadWmI/AAAAAAAAAFM/QRO0L2DS_Rc/s72-c/x9-029%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-7228219364638032351</id><published>2008-10-08T07:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T07:38:31.008-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cinnamon and Spice</title><summary type='text'>I write to you tonight by candlelight and with the aroma of Cinnamon and spice wafting in the air I am reminded that fall is on its way, with it bringing change. It is ushered in by the crisp cool breeze of autumn days. Gone are the bright and happy hues of spring, in their place we see beautiful browns, regal reds, youthful yellows, and opulent oranges. Everything around us changes, out with the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/7228219364638032351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=7228219364638032351&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/7228219364638032351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/7228219364638032351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_10_01_archive.html#7228219364638032351' title='Cinnamon and Spice'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SOzF2XOcSvI/AAAAAAAAAFE/cz6uBbURZQI/s72-c/il_430xN.10122037%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-6858259099159950041</id><published>2008-09-22T12:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T13:13:28.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Will You Choose?</title><summary type='text'>ROAD LESS TRAVELED Two roads diverged in a yellow woodAnd sorry I could not travel bothAnd be one traveler, long I stoodAnd looked down one as far as I couldTo where it bent in the undergrowth   Then took the other as just as fairAnd having perhaps the better claimBecause it was grassy and wanted wearThough as for that, the passing thereHad worn them really about the sameAnd both that morning </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/6858259099159950041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=6858259099159950041&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/6858259099159950041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/6858259099159950041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#6858259099159950041' title='Which Will You Choose?'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SNf7lLeAckI/AAAAAAAAADM/BjwYImhu_y8/s72-c/1366829983_3f4f35345e%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-4895889838751658196</id><published>2008-09-03T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T11:20:30.704-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Beautiful?</title><summary type='text'>"Am I Beautiful?" It is a question that many of us have asked. I know that for myself I have asked it multiple times. We look at magazine covers and see beautiful people, we watch movies and we see beautiful people, we go to the mall and there they are...everywhere we look we are surrounded by what the world would call beautiful people. We as women and girls feel so much pressure to look a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/4895889838751658196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=4895889838751658196&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/4895889838751658196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/4895889838751658196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_09_01_archive.html#4895889838751658196' title='Am I Beautiful?'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/SMa-EHIe0CI/AAAAAAAAACk/kbyQPurWMCI/s72-c/makeupDM2805_800x1023%5B1%5D.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7237710867727572680.post-3012920416736523171</id><published>2008-08-12T07:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T07:32:34.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How is your vision?</title><summary type='text'>The Bible tells us in Proverbs that, "Where there is no vision the people perish: but he that keepeth the law, happy is he." It is my firm belief that the primary cause for so many failed marriages and dysfunctional families is that people have lost their vision or never had one to begin with. Most people have forsaken the law (Bible) and are paying with their lives. I do not want to be one of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/feeds/3012920416736523171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7237710867727572680&amp;postID=3012920416736523171&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/3012920416736523171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7237710867727572680/posts/default/3012920416736523171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://daughterofvision.blogspot.com/2008_08_01_archive.html#3012920416736523171' title='How is your vision?'/><author><name>Daughter of Vision</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13603084511002878624</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_519opDjhii8/Sb3PPXyPj8I/AAAAAAAAAHI/RpdJnGMBOQQ/S220/american-flag%5B1%5D.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry></feed>
