<?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-5814323769980188576</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:46:00.951-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Making of a Donut</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makedonuts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814323769980188576/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makedonuts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>The Making of a Donut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5814323769980188576.post-3964662559749730750</id><published>2008-11-05T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T11:46:48.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beginning</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I have to say that i never imagined myself to be in a position to blog. I hate writing. I hate reading as well. But for some unknown reason I was drawn towards the thought of having a way to communicate in a way that wouldn't force people to listen to me. A way people could choose to want to know me or not. And so here I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has been good. Pretty much great in so many ways. The Lord has truly blessed me in the smallest ways. To be honest, I love spending time with people just enjoying people's company. A time when its not all about the ministry I'm in (ICA) but just a time when people get together to be real people. When there are restraints or requirements. A time when people can laugh, love, hate, cry. A time when nothing is forced, but the nature of ourselves just bond with others. Just another beautiful thing the Lord has done. And during this past week, I felt like that happened. It was that time. So PTL for His goodness in even the smallest and subtle ways&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So continuing that thought. I was reminded yesterday of how much we forget the small things God does for us. How he is able to feed 5000+ with so few food, yet we dont even realize how big of a gift it was to be fed, only because we are to busy gorging ourselves. Thinking of it, I realized how I need to give thanks more. Jesus gaves thanks before breaking the bread, and look at what it led to. The feeding of so many. So how then can I not give thanks I thought. How foolish i really am many times. Such a simple thing to do. To give thanks. It only makes us better people. More humble. More joyful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes. What a wonderful week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Donuts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Verse of the Entry - "Love one another with brotherly affection. Outdo one another in showing honor." - Romans 12:10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5814323769980188576-3964662559749730750?l=makedonuts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://makedonuts.blogspot.com/feeds/3964662559749730750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5814323769980188576&amp;postID=3964662559749730750' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814323769980188576/posts/default/3964662559749730750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5814323769980188576/posts/default/3964662559749730750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://makedonuts.blogspot.com/2008/11/beginning.html' title='The Beginning'/><author><name>The Making of a Donut</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
