<?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-19341488</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:13:08.012-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Scott's Random Thoughts</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>30</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-116109256428241887</id><published>2006-10-17T06:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-17T07:38:42.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How often do we do the same thing?</title><content type='html'>I was reading the final chapter of Nehemiah the other day and God revealed something to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"1 On that day the Book of Moses was read aloud in the hearing of the people and there it was found written that no Ammonite or Moabite should ever be admitted into the assembly of God, 2 because they had not met the Israelites with food and water but had hired Balaam to call a curse down on them. (Our God, however, turned the curse into a blessing.) 3 When the people heard this law, they excluded from Israel all who were of foreign descent. " (Nehemiah 13:1-3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the surface, this does not seem to be anything that out of the usual. It seems that yet again Isreal is trying to return to God; but it's not that simple. God only told them to not allow these two groups of people into the assembly. But what did Isreal do? They threw ALL foreign people out, not just the ones God told them to. So they added to what God said, and made it more severe. So my question is to us. How often do we do the very same thing? Admittedly, our problems are usually with not following God's word at all, and not taking what he says to extreams. So what I am saying is take what God's word says and do it, and not over do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"Repentance is a change in thinking that results in a change in behavior" ~Perry Noble&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/theology.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/theology.png" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-116109256428241887?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116109256428241887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=116109256428241887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/116109256428241887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/116109256428241887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/how-often-do-we-do-same-thing.html' title='How often do we do the same thing?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-116002530129722698</id><published>2006-10-04T21:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T22:15:01.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He is... simply amazing</title><content type='html'>I had an great experience tonight that I wanted to share with you all.  I woke up this morning running a bit of a fever and with a VERY sore throat.  I knew that I was supposed to teach tonight at my campus team for the first time.  I seriously considered trying to get someoen to replace me, but I also knew that wouldbe nearlyimpossible.  I also knew that if I did not go, my fellow leaders would understand and make due; but it would not be for the best. &lt;br /&gt;     So I decided to step out in faith that God would not ask me to teach without giving me the capability to do so.  I ran the fever all day and felt generally crumby.  I went to campus teams anyway, still running the fever and throat hurting.  We came inside and got ready to to begin... and you know where this one is going.  I stood up... felt fine... with a clear voice and strengthened resolve.  I went all the way through the lesson without a single problem.  IT ROCKED!  But here's the kicker...  no sooner had I finished the lesson, but my symptoms, all of them, returned.  God is so much bigger then I can ever truely understand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-116002530129722698?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/116002530129722698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=116002530129722698' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/116002530129722698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/116002530129722698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/10/he-is-simply-amazing.html' title='He is... simply amazing'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115802478163998775</id><published>2006-09-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T18:33:01.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>John Maxwell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/John%20Maxwell%202.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/200/John%20Maxwell%202.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Maxwell is almost as quoteable as Perry. So here we go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"God's answer to every problem is a person".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Heck yeah it is! When God wanted Ninevah to turn from it's wicked ways, He used Jonah. When He wanted the 5 thousand fed, He used a boy and his lunch, when He wanted to redeem the world He used His Son.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"The only people that really have a problem are people that don't have a problem. You see, when you have a problem, you are a candidate for a miracle."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Neat perspective, huh? We are to be thankful in all circumstances; but that is often very difficult. When we get God's perspective, even our problems don't really seem troublesome anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;"Most Christians don't want miracles, they want magic."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; We often don't want God to work out our problems, we want them magfically fixed. Most miracles don't come as a burning bush or a flaming chariot, they often come as the realization of the most improbable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115802478163998775?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115802478163998775/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115802478163998775' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115802478163998775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115802478163998775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/john-maxwell.html' title='John Maxwell'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115720586450117433</id><published>2006-09-02T06:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-02T07:04:24.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tennessee</title><content type='html'>Lord I've really been real stressed&lt;br /&gt;Down and out, losin ground&lt;br /&gt;Although I am black and proud&lt;br /&gt;Problems got me pessimistic&lt;br /&gt;Brothers and sisters keep messin up&lt;br /&gt;Why does it have to be so ____ tuff?&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I can go&lt;br /&gt;To let these ghosts out of my skull&lt;br /&gt;My grandmas past, my brothers gone&lt;br /&gt;I never at once felt so alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I know you're supposed to be my steering wheel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Not just my spare tire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; (home)&lt;br /&gt;But lord I ask you (home)&lt;br /&gt;To be my guiding force and truth (home)&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason it had to be (home)&lt;br /&gt;He guided me to Tennessee (home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus) Take me to another place&lt;br /&gt;Take me to another land&lt;br /&gt;Make me forget all that hurts me&lt;br /&gt;Let me understand your plan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord it's obvious we got a relationship&lt;br /&gt;Talkin to each other every night and day&lt;br /&gt;Although you're superior over me&lt;br /&gt;We talk to each other in a friendship way&lt;br /&gt;Then outta nowhere you tell me to break&lt;br /&gt;Outta the country and into more country&lt;br /&gt;Past Dyesburg into Ripley&lt;br /&gt;Where the ghost of childhood haunts me&lt;br /&gt;Walk the roads my forefathers walked&lt;br /&gt;Climbed the trees my forefathers hung from&lt;br /&gt;Ask those trees for all their wisdom&lt;br /&gt;They tell me my ears are so young (home)&lt;br /&gt;Go back to from whence you came (home)&lt;br /&gt;My family tree my family name (home)&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason it had to be (home)&lt;br /&gt;He guided me to Tennessee (home)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I see the importance of history&lt;br /&gt;Why people be in the mess that they be&lt;br /&gt;Many journeys to freedom made in vain&lt;br /&gt;By brothers on the corner playin ghetto games&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I ask you lord why you enlightened me&lt;br /&gt;Without the enlightment of all my folks&lt;br /&gt;He said cuz I set myself on a quest for truth&lt;br /&gt;And he was there to quench my thirst&lt;br /&gt;But I am still thirsty...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lord allowed me to drink some more&lt;br /&gt;He said what I am searchin for are&lt;br /&gt;The answers to all which are in front of me&lt;br /&gt;The ultimate truth started to get blurry&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason it had to be&lt;br /&gt;It was all a dream about Tennessee&lt;br /&gt;Chorus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This straight out of the old school. I have pointed out my favorite lyrics from the song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://artists.letssingit.com/arrested-development-mz82h/overview"&gt;http://artists.letssingit.com/arrested-development-mz82h/overview&lt;/a&gt;.  &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Arrested Development&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; is the name of the band.  Give it a listen&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115720586450117433?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115720586450117433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115720586450117433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115720586450117433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115720586450117433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/09/tennessee.html' title='Tennessee'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115609599224704959</id><published>2006-08-20T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-20T10:46:32.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Responce</title><content type='html'>If you have known me for any amount of time, you know that I love quotes.  I collect them, see my other posts.  Well today at church was a VERY fertile for quotes.  So I thought I might list some of my favorites from today and respond to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"Just like when we get out from under our parents' authroity, we are out from under their protection.  Such is the nature of God" ~Me&lt;/span&gt;  When a child moves out of their parents house, that parent stops caring for all the needs of that child.  That child is then free to make bad choices and screw up.  When we leave God authority (house in this metaphor), we are no longer under His protection.  As Perry says all the time, &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"We don't screw up when we are doing things God's way".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"God says 'bring' the whole tithe, not give; cause it ain't your anyway" ~ Perry Noble&lt;/span&gt;  This quote points out that to "give" something away, that implies that you own it, and have rights to it; when in fact all the wealth we have is not our at all, but God's.  This is why God tells us to "bring" the tithe and not give it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;"The Kingdom of Darkness is not holding the Church back, greedy Christians are" ~Perry Noble&lt;/span&gt;  If every Christian brought the whole tithe, there would more money to go around then anyone would know what to properly do with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Jesus doesn't want your money, He wants your worship." ~Perry Noble&lt;/span&gt;  Perry has said this each of the last two weeks and I love it.  This flies in the face of what so many people wrongly feel that the church is about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, fertile ground. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that you can be so tired, but as soon as you get into bed, sleep won't come?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115609599224704959?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115609599224704959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115609599224704959' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115609599224704959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115609599224704959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/my-responce.html' title='My Responce'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115570632729857538</id><published>2006-08-15T22:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T22:35:16.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Readership now doubled!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/GvegasZoo.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to Alden my readership has now doubled! OK, OK; but seriously... my birthday was great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/fp_night.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="122" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/200/fp_night.jpg" width="194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Got to totally relax for 2 days and do nothing but have fun. Don't even remember thinking about work more then once the entire time (which is quite a feat for a near workaholic like myself).&lt;br /&gt;Brittney broke my 25 years into 5 parts and we made 5 stops over the 2 days. So at my "5 year old stop" we went to the park. We just strolled around and had a good time. Next, for 10 years old we went&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/GvegasZoo.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; to the zoo. Which I had never told her was one of my favorite places to go in my hometown when I was about that age. (I am such a lucky man). Anyway, moving onward! At 15 she forced me to parallel park at the DMV, while she videoed it I should add. Why is it everything is harder when you are on camera? (I mean seriously! Smiles come easy except when you are looking into the lens of a camera. Right?). That was &lt;strong&gt;day 1&lt;/strong&gt;. &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/AC.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/200/AC.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Day 2&lt;/strong&gt; started at 20 years old, and a trip to AC (I don't care if they changed the name, it's still AC). &lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;Can I get an AMEN&lt;/span&gt;? Sorry... We walk around campus, took a few pictures, talked with a few of my old profs, and bought a new fangled AU shirt. (No AC shirts, so I guess I'll just have to deal). For 25 we had a romantic picnic at the botanical gardens; which was interrupted by the biggest Japanese Carp I have ever seen. I swear the thing's second cousin must have been Jaws. (It even kept popping its dorsal fin up through the water like Jaws). Then we walked around for a while till we got too hot, and decided to go get some ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, I know what you are saying to yourself right now. Thats was all nice and everything, but it was plane, right? WRONG! It is exactly what I asked Britt for and she did a most amazing job. I am not going to forget this birthday, and I actually felt like my birthday was not just another day; but it wasinfact special. It has honestly been about 10 years since I last felt like that. &lt;em&gt;Thank you Brittney&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Tivo is the greatest invention know to mankind!  Just ask me about it, and I'll gladly share with you all the glorious life-changing capabilities it has.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115570632729857538?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115570632729857538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115570632729857538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115570632729857538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115570632729857538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/readership-now-doubled.html' title='Readership now doubled!'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115552951180697921</id><published>2006-08-13T21:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-13T21:25:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Twenty Five</title><content type='html'>So yeah... Today I turn 25.  I have been on this Earth for a quarter of a century; and am now officially a twenty-something.  It doesn't feel any different.&lt;br /&gt;But better car insurence rates, HERE I COME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115552951180697921?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115552951180697921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115552951180697921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115552951180697921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115552951180697921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/twenty-five.html' title='Twenty Five'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115505065511796729</id><published>2006-08-08T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T08:24:15.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bout time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/Newspring%20Lobby.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/Newspring%20Lobby.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came to a realization this week as I sought to follow the leadings of God.  I have been going to Newspring on a consistant basis since Febuary.  That's like 6 months, and it flew.  I have known for some time that I needed to join, but I was being so stubborn.  Well, I finally took the plunge.  I was part of the largest Membership Class Newspring has ever had.  There were over 250 people in attentance last night.  There will be some tough questions and odd looks over at PVBC, but as Perry always says, "I'd rather offend all of them, then risk offending my Lord."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115505065511796729?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115505065511796729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115505065511796729' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115505065511796729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115505065511796729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/bout-time.html' title='Bout time'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-115483903795781854</id><published>2006-08-05T21:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T21:37:17.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet Life</title><content type='html'>OK.  It's been a while, but let'ssee if I can get back into this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;strong&gt;Make it your ambition to lead a quiet life, to mind your own business and to work with your hands, just as we told you..."&lt;/strong&gt; ~ 1 Thes 4:11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quiet life?  What exactly does that mean?  Does it mean that we are to be quiet about the relationship we have about Christ?  or what He has done for us, to us, and through us?  As Paul himself would say, "Certainly not!".  We are called to live like a lamp on a lampstand: in the center of the room, with all people knowing you are there providing the light. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what does leading a quiet life mean then?  The real question is... does the lamp boast about providing the light?  or does it do what was designed and created to do.  Quietly, efficiently, and consistantly.  We were created with a purpose, just like the lamp.  We are created to be God's heralds, to point the way to life, and life more abundantly.  The next verse goes on to say, "... &lt;strong&gt;so that your daily life may win the respect of outsiders&lt;/strong&gt;..." &lt;br /&gt;I am an energetic person by my very nature.  So when I am in a good mood, that mood is expressed with great energy and enthusiasm. When I am in a bad mood, that same energy and enthusiasm goes into that too.  Thanks to the peace that I will never truely understand, that which comes from Christ, I have MANY more good days then bad.  I never understood what it meant to lead a quiet life and to work with my hands as to win the respect of outsiders until one conversation I had at work a few years back.  My boss asked me why it was that I seemed to always have a good attitude, why I always worked so dilligently, and why I always seemed to be happy.  Guess what?  I got to tell him.  I told him that Christ had redeemed me, and I would never be the same again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So now that you have taken the time to read all that, what am I trying to tell you?  Work hard, live like an animal in a zoo (always on display, cause you are!), and win the respect of unbelievers.  &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Until they respect you as a person, how can they ever respect the One you witness for?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we all hate pictures of ourselves, but we think most pictures of others are pretty good.  Ever think about the fact that all of them think that "terrible" picture of you looks good to them...?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-115483903795781854?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/115483903795781854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=115483903795781854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115483903795781854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/115483903795781854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/08/quiet-life.html' title='Quiet Life'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-114800572146510785</id><published>2006-05-18T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T19:28:41.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promoted</title><content type='html'>Well, I got promoted.  Its not exactly the promotion that Iwas hoping for, but it is one none the less.  SO, I choose to be happy.  I am now making more money now then I have ever before.  YEAH!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-114800572146510785?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114800572146510785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=114800572146510785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114800572146510785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114800572146510785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/05/promoted.html' title='Promoted'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-114545717142939684</id><published>2006-04-19T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T07:32:51.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye of the storm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/Hurricane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/Hurricane.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, BIG changes at work.  They changed the leadership structure at work.  Thereare so many changes that some quality people will be leaving us, some people got a defacto promotion.  They eliminated two of the manegerial postitions, eliminated two supervisors, removed some fulltime spots, created some, ect.  Well with all these changes in our store... Media was completely uneffected.  It is like standing in the eye of the storm.  All these things blowing about and getting destroyed.  With all the changes, there should be some opportunites; but there are also many hurt feelings.  I am going to keep my eyes open and jump if I get the chance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-114545717142939684?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114545717142939684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=114545717142939684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114545717142939684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114545717142939684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/eye-of-storm.html' title='Eye of the storm'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-114511387676267722</id><published>2006-04-15T07:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-15T08:11:17.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter</title><content type='html'>OK, I'm back.&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that Easter is barely a holiday in most people's minds.  Even Christians.  Christmas is the holiday that draws the most focus.  And while I must admist the commemoration of the birth of our Savior is important; the memorial of what He did on the cross should draw more attention then it does.  So after you read this, take a few minutes to reflect on the cross.  Go ahead and read about the cross in the Bible, and take the time to thank Him.&lt;br /&gt;I don't mean to sound like I am ranting, but Easter is, to me, the most important Chirstian holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that we only have like 2 weeks of Spring before its Summer around here?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-114511387676267722?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114511387676267722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=114511387676267722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114511387676267722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114511387676267722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/04/easter.html' title='Easter'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-114113958764324766</id><published>2006-02-28T07:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T07:19:20.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Completely Freaked out</title><content type='html'>Normally I am kinda serious here, but I gotta share this with you all.  On Sunday night I had someone lose control of their car on our road, and come through our yard into a tree.  They got messed up, we call emergency services, and they helped her out; but her car was totaled.  BUT THEN, last night (Monday) an older gentleman that lived about 3 doors down the road (who had Cancer and not long to live) died in his car as he drove up the road; and ran into the SAME TREE.&lt;br /&gt;I am completely freaking out.  What are the odds of somthing liek this happening?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-114113958764324766?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114113958764324766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=114113958764324766' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114113958764324766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114113958764324766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/completely-freaked-out.html' title='Completely Freaked out'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-114105988917263019</id><published>2006-02-27T08:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:06:49.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a thought</title><content type='html'>I was thinking the other day about something. The Bible tells us that anyone who breaks part of the law, is guilty of all of it. So my mind wanded to the laws instated by men. As I continued to mull over my thoughts, my mind came to focus on speed limits. I know that on a almost daily basis I break the speed limits.&lt;br /&gt;Within moments I began to justify my actions. "Cops never pull you over for 5 miles over" "I don't break the other traffic laws" "What good are speed limits, everyone breaks them" Then I realized what I was doing was trying to falsely justify my actions. So... does that mean that if I obey speed limits, I am inately more Godly? NO! But it is just another area of obdience in my life that I can choose to obey Christ. Now, I know what you're thinking... Christ did not set speed limits; and you are correct. But what the Bible does call for us to do is submit to the authorites of this world, because they are instated by God.&lt;br /&gt;Once I had thought this through, another thought came to mind. I often drive to New Jersey, and that is one long trip. If I go 5 miles over the entire way to Jersey, I get there almost an hour faster. So I thought, well, I'll obey the speed laws in town, but 5 miles over on the highway is fine... WAIT JUST A SECOND! Yeah, thats right... I caught myself. Just like any other area that we struggle to obey God's command, we FAR too often compartmentalize our lives. I'll obey here, but this thing here... this is mine God.&lt;br /&gt;OK, let me get to my point... Obdience is not easy. Submitting to authority is not easy. But when we finally learn to let go, and let God (and obey) things seems to go so much easier. I know I may have hit a little close to home with the speed limit thing, but allow God to show you what he wants from you, and don't take my word for it. Obey Him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Say the word SPOOL out loud. Now slow it down and say it sound by sound. S-P-OO-L. It is one funny sounding word, isn't it? Now try Spoon, Stool, Fool... ect&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-114105988917263019?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114105988917263019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=114105988917263019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114105988917263019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114105988917263019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/just-thought.html' title='Just a thought'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-114028386724929293</id><published>2006-02-18T09:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-18T19:31:54.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Authentic Manhood</title><content type='html'>"To a genration of men failed by their fathers and lost in a cloud of confusion, Gos says, 'Don't spend a lifetime in aimless drifting. Don't succumb to the mindless misinterpretations of masculine identity. Enter into a relationship with me, through Jesus Christ, and allow me to lead you into authentic manhood."&lt;br /&gt;God wants us all to experience a deeper level of security. He wants emasculated men to become secure enough to confront timidity and fear, to take risks, and make commitments. He wants macho men to become secure enough to crawl out from under the false pretentions and quit trying to impress people.&lt;br /&gt;The freedom of authentic masculinity is an amazing thing to see. It produces a 'devine elasticity' in men. Finally they can lead with firmness, then submit with humility. They can challenge with a cutting edge, then encourgae with enthusiasm. They can fight aggressively for just causes, then moments later weep over suffering.&lt;br /&gt;These are the masterpieces God had in mind when he created man. God looks at them and says, 'Very good. you magnificent creatures - and authentically male."&lt;br /&gt;~ Bill Hybels&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What are you doing today to become this kind of man for God, and for your future/current wife?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Amazing Bible Quote:&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Age should speak; advanced years should teach wisdom."  But it is the spirit in a mna, the breath of the Almighty, that gives him understanding. ~Job 32:7-8&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-114028386724929293?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/114028386724929293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=114028386724929293' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114028386724929293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/114028386724929293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/authentic-manhood.html' title='Authentic Manhood'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113931497368403396</id><published>2006-02-07T04:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T04:22:53.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long, long day</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/bed-red.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/bed-red.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;   I survived it.  I was asked to go help out our Greenville store tonight, last night, whatever; and we left A-town at 8pm, and I got back into my car at 7:05am.  Yeah 11 hour day.  I am real tired.  BUT to top it all off, I get out of the truck and hear a hissing sound.  So of corse I kinda freak out a sec, then realize it is the air rushing out of the gash in the driver's side tire of the truck.  So then I really FREAK OUT.  You know what those tires cost on a truck that size?  I don't either, and I don't want to find out!  Anyway... pray for me to have the right attitude and focus going foward.&lt;br /&gt;Time for bed!  I was going to go see Dr. Mynett today about actually graduating this coming Fall, but there is no way I could be coherent for that meeting, so I am going to have to push it to next week.  My bed calls, see all of you soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113931497368403396?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113931497368403396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113931497368403396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113931497368403396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113931497368403396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/02/long-long-day.html' title='Long, long day'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113863452604905245</id><published>2006-01-30T06:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T14:02:28.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Worship is...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Worship is our response to what we value most." - Lee McDerment&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now wait, stop! Before you read any further, reread that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Worship is our response to what we value most."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let it sink in... That is one incredable definition of worship. Lets pick it apart; what is this really saying? Every single day, we are faced with situations where we choose how we will respond. (A car cuts us off, and we choose to let it go, and not yell) Our best friend hurts us. (We choose to forgive them, and move on) We can go on and on with examples; but you get the idea. Each of these is a responce to something, that in the grand scheme of things, that doesn't even really matter.&lt;br /&gt;Worship, on the other hand, is our responce to what is MOST important to us. Well, I'd like to think that all Christians have Christ at the center, and most important in their life. And it is a snap answer for us, "Christ is the most important thing to me". But right now, in the quietness of wherever you may be reading this, pray and ask Him if he really is. TOO often we place other things in our life that we worship. Our car, our girlfriend/boyfriend, our schoolwork, and many other things can all become things we worship.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now lets assume that Chirst IS the most important thing to us. What does that mean? How do we respond to Him? If worship is our responce to Him, everthing we do, say, think, are worship. Our choice to forgive our friend, our choice to not yell at the rude driver, our work-ethic, our daily Bible study, the songs we sings, the TV we watch, the movies we watch, and on and on are ALL worship. Worship Him with all you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Ever played Yahtzee? I love rolling a Yahtzee!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113863452604905245?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113863452604905245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113863452604905245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113863452604905245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113863452604905245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/worship-is.html' title='Worship is...'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113812539598796924</id><published>2006-01-24T09:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T09:56:36.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Changes at work</title><content type='html'>Well, as many of you know.  I was going to put in for a promotion at work, but my application was blocked by my Sup and Manager.  Even though that kinda sucks, I did pray for God to be clear with me if this is what he wanted for my life.  And although I am not pleased I was not concidered for the promotion, God made his will quite clear.&lt;br /&gt;Beyond that, my General manager just got transfered to the Greenville store.  This means that there will be a huge shakeup with the leadership of my store.  There should be some opportunities for promotion because of this too.  Pray for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Ever play with magnets as a kid?  Real fun huh?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113812539598796924?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113812539598796924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113812539598796924' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113812539598796924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113812539598796924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/changes-at-work.html' title='Changes at work'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113737371785540269</id><published>2006-01-15T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T17:08:37.863-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Personalized CD</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/cdrBlankCDR_03.0.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/cdrBlankCDR_03.0.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had someone make you a CD just for you?  Now I am not talking just a simple "Mix Tape" CD, as if it was still the 80s or Early 90s.  I am talking about someone taking their time to pick out songs just for you.  I am talking about them spending time, deciding not to include, or include certain songs based on what the lyrics say.  Then having them explain to you why they chose each and every song.  Well, I can now say I have.  Each and every song has so much meaning to me, because I know how much time, effort, and thought was put into each and every selection.&lt;br /&gt;    If you have not had the pleasure of having someone do this for you, I am sorry; cause it ROCKS.  If you have the time and opportunity to do this for someone, do it.  I know for me, it makes me feel like the most special person on the face of God's Earth.  I am certain it can do the same for your special person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why can't they make a men's dress shoe that is actually compfortable?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113737371785540269?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113737371785540269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113737371785540269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113737371785540269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113737371785540269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/personalized-cd.html' title='Personalized CD'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113691383548881932</id><published>2006-01-10T09:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T09:23:55.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad day?</title><content type='html'>You ever had a day that was determined to be a bad day, even though the day was not specifically bad for you?  I had one of those yesterday.  To start the day, I found out that there was a bunch of work crap that has not gone like it should (which i found out as I walked in the door).  This set the mood for the day to come.  I found something out about a coworker that I find alarming.  Next, one of my other coworkers filled me in that her Grandfather died a few days earlier.  An hour or so later, another coworker told me that her Grandmother was just diagnosed with spinal cancer.  Then to top it all off, my other full-time employee got orders yesterday to report to duty.  She is in the Army Reserve and she is being called up, and she is going to have to serve 18 months.  She is closing on her house this week, and she was supposed to have her wedding in, I believe, May; but now they are going to push that way up cause she ships out in Feb. &lt;br /&gt;What a day.  Nothing that was neccisarily bad for me personally, but all kinds of bad things happening to those around me that I care about.  You want to talk about having a bad day, this is definitely the makings of one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that the simple sound of certain people's voices can make days like these, seem not so bad?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113691383548881932?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113691383548881932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113691383548881932' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113691383548881932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113691383548881932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/bad-day.html' title='Bad day?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113657521552508716</id><published>2006-01-06T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T11:24:02.726-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I sure love quotes</title><content type='html'>&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blessed are we who can laugh at ourselves, for we shall never cease to be amused &lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~Chinese Proverb&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My sin, oh the bliss of this glorious thought, my sin, not in part, but the whole is nailed to the cross and I bear it no more! Praise the Lord! Praise the Lord, oh my soul! &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;If you have built your castles in the sky, your work need not be lost, that is where they should be. Now lay foundations under them. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~Henry David Thoreau&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;You see things and say "why?". I dream things that never were and say "why not?" &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~George Bennard Shaw&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Far better is it to Dare mighty things, to win glorious triumphs, even though marked by failure, then to rank among those poor souls who neither enjoy much, nor suffer much, because they live in the gray twilight that knows neither victory or defeat.&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt; ~Teddy Rosevelt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I'm not random; just really, really, really, really, really misunderstood. ~Tara&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Women are like stars. There are a million out there, but only one can make your dreams come true. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;~unknown&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Relationships, of all kinds, are like sand held in the hand. Held loosely, with an open hand, the sand remains where it is. The minute you close your hand and squeeze tightly to hold on, the sand trickles through your fingers. You may hold onto some of it, but most will be spilled. A relationship is like that. Held loosely with respect and freedom for the other person, it is likely to remain intact. But held too tightly, too possessively and the relationship slips away and is lost. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#660000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;~unknown&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;The last 2 are about my two most favorite quotes.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random thought of the Day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Do you know what the origin of the saggy pants that show one's underwear? If you did, I bet you would never look at those people dressed like that the same way again.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113657521552508716?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113657521552508716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113657521552508716' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113657521552508716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113657521552508716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-sure-love-quotes.html' title='I sure love quotes'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113639291339146777</id><published>2006-01-04T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T17:44:09.216-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtreme Rocks</title><content type='html'>I entitled this post Xtream rocks for 2 reasons:&lt;br /&gt;First, it did!&lt;br /&gt;Second, I want to empart to you some of the "rocks" of wisdom that were passed out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Casting Crowns is an amazing Praise and Worship band. I spent most of there "concert" (and I use that term loosely) on my knees crying out to God.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The world is not offended that Christians sin, they are offened when we act like we don't&lt;/span&gt;." ~Casting Crowns&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;A thought left unchecked in your mind long enough, becomes a belief. A belief, over time, turns into our actions&lt;/span&gt;" ~Dave Edwards. Sinful thoughts enter our minds daily, almost minutely (is that a real word?). When those ideas inevitibly hit our mind, there are two choices. Allow it to stick to the shower wall of our life (like a strand of hair does to a shower wall), or we can wash it away with the water of life (just like pooling water in your hands and throwing it at the hair on the wall in the shower). Now, think about it. When you pool that water up in your hands, does that one application of water make that hair travel all the way down to the drain? Usually no. We usually have to do that 3, even 4 times. When sin enters our mind, it is identical. We need to douce that sin with the water of truth (the Word) multiple times before is it completely gone.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;The single greatest cause of Atheism in the world today is &lt;strong&gt;Christians&lt;/strong&gt; (&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;now let that sink in&lt;/span&gt;), who confess Christ with there mouth and walk out the door and deny him by their lifestyles. That is what an unbelieveing world simply finds unbeleiveable&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;" ~ DC Talk. I use this quote to ask you the same question Tony Noland did: &lt;em&gt;Are you prepared for the second coming of Christ&lt;/em&gt;? Let me give you the Murray version of one of Noah's sermons before the flood. "&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;All you have to do is get into the boat and be saved! Its that simple. Look, you won't have to lift a hand to help me finish the boat, I'll do, and have done all the work. Just come, repent, and be saved&lt;/span&gt;." This is the same cry that Jesus has for us today, before his second coming. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;We are are entirely spititually bankrupt. "&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;If getting into Heaven cost you $100 and Christ gave you $99.99, you could still never afford salvation&lt;/span&gt;." ~Johnny Hunt. We have nothing, if we have not Christ. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;God does not exclude smart people from His kingdom, he excludes those who rely on their smartness&lt;/span&gt;." ~Johnny Hunt&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;How can it be that a microscopic virus in us can effect us so very much? What about when the creator of the world is in us?"&lt;/span&gt; ~ David Nasser&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;"&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Saying that I want a little bit of Jesus in my life&lt;/span&gt; [giving Him control of only parts of your life, and not everything] &lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;is like saying I want to go up to Niagra Falls and only take a sip&lt;/span&gt;." ~David Nasser. &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Life is not about little Jesus grenades getting thrown into your life, having Him explode into a certain area of your life (speech, entertainment choices, ect). Life is about Jesus being the H-Bomb that totally destroys everything about you that is not of Him. Now we know that we will all stumble, and even fall at times; but a true life lead for Chirst is one that is devoted to following Him, no matter the cost in friendships, love interests, jobs, anything.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt;&lt;p&gt;Every year I go to Xtreme I go almost knowing what God is going to speak to me about; and it is usually some sin I know that I have allowed to creep into my life. And usually he does get onto me about that thing, but MUCH more importantly, he reenergizes me. My relationship with Christ right now feels electric (like that first kiss with someone special) : ) I want, and continueally try to keep my focus where it needs to be. When I am successful, my eyes stay fixed on the prize, and I run the race set before me. When unsuccesful, I stumble and trip, and from time to time even fall flat on my face. You know what the best news is, "&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;Just turn around and I'll be there. I'm movin' into your atmosphere&lt;/span&gt;." ~Toby Mac (quoting what God says to us every time we fail)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;When is it really time to take down a Christmas Tree?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113639291339146777?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113639291339146777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113639291339146777' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113639291339146777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113639291339146777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2006/01/xtreme-rocks.html' title='Xtreme Rocks'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113574786096351064</id><published>2005-12-27T21:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T22:01:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Xtreme</title><content type='html'>Getting ready to head off to Xtreme. I always go with high hopes, and this year is no different. God never ceases to show me something I need to see while I am there. I am already praying that I am open to recieve what He will show me. Pray for me, our wonderful Youth, and the leadership that are all going. Watch for a followup post about the goings on at Xtreme.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Though of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why do both the feelings for cold and the feeling for wet feel Identical in the first instant you feel it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113574786096351064?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113574786096351064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113574786096351064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113574786096351064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113574786096351064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/xtreme.html' title='Xtreme'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113523516420402144</id><published>2005-12-21T22:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T23:06:04.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Habits</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/ravioli-big.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/ravioli-big.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have an odd habit?  I am not talking about one that is gross or nasty; but one that you tend to keep to yourself cause you would be kinda embarrised if someone saw you doing it.&lt;br /&gt;Next, have you ever trusted someone enough to confide in them about that embarrising habit, only to have them share that they have the same EXACT odd habit?  Yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not saying this happened, nor am I saying that it didn't happen.  /wink&lt;br /&gt;Anyway... The reason I am sharing this random thought is to encourge us all to be open an honest with those we truely care about.  Open sharing can lead to amazing discoveries.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Why is it that George Lucas is both genius and fool, at the same time, each and every time he releases something new in the Star Wars Universe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113523516420402144?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113523516420402144/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113523516420402144' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113523516420402144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113523516420402144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/habits.html' title='Habits'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113513210242992868</id><published>2005-12-20T18:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T18:28:22.440-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever have one of those days?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/dice.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="271" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/dice.gif" width="274" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right?  It seems like every time you turn around something is blowing up, breaking, or otherwise not acting like it should?  &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Yeah well, even if you think you haven't, you have!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Too many people think of this as "luck" or "random chance"; but I hate to burst your bubble, NOTHING is truely random.  As annoying as today might have been, I know that things happened the way they did for a reason.  God intended for me to have a trying day.  God wanted me to have this kind of day today for His ultimate glory.  &lt;em&gt;Like I'll every know why&lt;/em&gt;!  But honestly, it doesn't really matter.  I know that "God is working all things for the good of those who love him [that's me], and are called according to His purpose[that's me too]. (Rom 8:28)  And we are to "Be joyfull in all circumstances".  Notice He didn't say that we had to be happy about everything; but we are called to be joyful in the knowing that he is in control, and your little annoying day is still part of God's ultimate plan for redeeming mankind.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Whoh, you say.  You are getting kinda deep there!  And I am, but only becasue these are the foundations of faith that allow you to truely have a peace that passeth understanding, especially the understanding of the world around us.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If a woodchuck could never chuck wood, then why was a woodchuckless animal named "woodchuck"?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113513210242992868?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113513210242992868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113513210242992868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113513210242992868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113513210242992868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/ever-have-one-of-those-days.html' title='Ever have one of those days?'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113462566416237142</id><published>2005-12-14T21:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T21:55:31.523-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superchic[k]: Hero (Red Pill Mix)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/Superchick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/Superchick.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wanted to share with you all the lyrics to a song that is quickly becoming one of my favorite songs. Its by a group many of you have either never heard of, or might have and don't like. This is simply one of the most powerful songs of our time. Especially the rap (italicized part) [bold added by me for emphasis]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hero (Red Pill Mix)&lt;br /&gt;~Superchic[k]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one sits with him, he doesn’t fit in&lt;br /&gt;But we feel like we do when we make fun of him&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you want to belong do you go along&lt;br /&gt;'Cause his pain is the price paid for you to belong&lt;br /&gt;It’s not like you hate him or want him to die&lt;br /&gt;But maybe he goes home and thinks suicide&lt;br /&gt;Or he comes back to school with a gun at his side&lt;br /&gt;And kindness from you might have saved his life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes are made when you make a choice&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Heroes do what’s right&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You might save a life&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You could join the fight&lt;br /&gt;For what’s right for what’s right for what’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one talks to her, she feels so alone&lt;br /&gt;She’s in too much pain to survive on her own&lt;br /&gt;The hurt she can’t handle overflows to a knife&lt;br /&gt;She writes on her arm, wants to give up her life&lt;br /&gt;Each day she goes on is a day that she’s brave,&lt;br /&gt;Fighting the lie that giving up is the way,&lt;br /&gt;Each moment of courage her own life she saves&lt;br /&gt;When she throws the pills out a hero is made&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes are made when you make a choice&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Heroes do what’s right&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You might save a life&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You could join the fight&lt;br /&gt;For what’s right for what’s right for what’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No one talks to him about how he lives&lt;br /&gt;He thinks that the choices he makes are just his&lt;br /&gt;Doesn’t know he’s a leader with the way he behaves&lt;br /&gt;And others will follow the choices he’s made&lt;br /&gt;He lives on the edge; he’s old enough to decide&lt;br /&gt;His brother who wants to be him is just nine&lt;br /&gt;He can do what he wants because it’s his right&lt;br /&gt;The choices he makes change a nine year-old’s life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heroes are made when you make a choice&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Heroes do what’s right&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You might save a life&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You could join the fight&lt;br /&gt;For what’s right for what’s right for what’s right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Little Mikey D was in the one class&lt;br /&gt;Who everyday got brutally harassed&lt;br /&gt;This went on for years&lt;br /&gt;'till he decided that never again&lt;br /&gt;Would he shed another tear&lt;br /&gt;So he walked through the door&lt;br /&gt;Grabbed the 4.4 out of his father's dresser drawer&lt;br /&gt;And said I can't take life no more&lt;br /&gt;And like that life can be lost&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;But this ain't even about that&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of us just sat back&lt;br /&gt;And watch it happen&lt;br /&gt;Thinkin' it's not my responsibility&lt;br /&gt;To solve a problem that isn’t even about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;This is our problem&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is just one of the daily scenarios&lt;br /&gt;Which we choose to close our eyes&lt;br /&gt;Instead of doing the right thing&lt;br /&gt;If we make a choice&lt;br /&gt;And be the voice&lt;br /&gt;For those who won't speak up for themselves&lt;br /&gt;How many lives would be saved, changed, and rearranged&lt;br /&gt;Now it's our time to pick a side&lt;br /&gt;So don't keep walking by&lt;br /&gt;Not wanna intervene&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you just wanna exist and never be seen&lt;br /&gt;So let's wake up&lt;br /&gt;Change the world&lt;br /&gt;Our time is now&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;Heroes do what’s right (Our time is now)&lt;br /&gt;You could be a hero&lt;br /&gt;You might save a life (Our time is now)&lt;br /&gt;If you could be a hero, you could join the fight (Our time is now)&lt;br /&gt;For what's right, for what's right&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;9 of 10 church youth will stop going to church once they graduate high school!&lt;br /&gt;This statistic is the single most tragic; and both burdens and focuses me and my ministry.&lt;br /&gt;DEFY STATISTICS, defy common logic, don't just think outside the box (think outside the room)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113462566416237142?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113462566416237142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113462566416237142' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113462566416237142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113462566416237142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/superchick-hero-red-pill-mix.html' title='Superchic[k]: Hero (Red Pill Mix)'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113453968678197140</id><published>2005-12-13T21:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T21:54:46.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One of the best feelings</title><content type='html'>Have you ever planned for a single day, or night for a while; and have it end up turning out far better then you could have ever expected?  Its one of the best feelings in the world.  Its the kind of thing that you sit back in a lonely room and just makes a smile creep onto your face.  The kind of smile that is large enough to be embarissing if other people were to see it.  Yeah, it's definitely a good feeling to have things go your way; especially when it seems like its been too long since things went your way at all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What?  Yeah, you thought I wasn't serious when I called this Scott's Random Thoughts...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;You are not paranoid if &lt;em&gt;they&lt;/em&gt; really &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; out to get you!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113453968678197140?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113453968678197140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113453968678197140' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113453968678197140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113453968678197140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-of-best-feelings.html' title='One of the best feelings'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113349483960978989</id><published>2005-12-01T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-01T19:42:36.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now's that's random</title><content type='html'>Time: 7:19am&lt;br /&gt;Temperature in Anderson, SC:     34 degrees&lt;br /&gt;Temperature in Paramus, NJ:     54 degrees (800 miles North)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I have to say is, "What the heck!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113349483960978989?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113349483960978989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113349483960978989' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113349483960978989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113349483960978989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/12/nows-thats-random.html' title='Now&apos;s that&apos;s random'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113323673691276441</id><published>2005-11-28T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:07:35.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I made it</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/blackfriday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/blackfriday1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/Blackfriday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 6px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 6px" height="18" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/Blackfriday2.jpg" width="18" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/blackfriday1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 2px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 3px" height="15" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/blackfriday1.jpg" width="11" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you all already know, I work at Best Buy. BBY is the single greatest company to work for. The way they treat their employees, and the way they do business is above reproach and is top-notch. With that all said... Thanksgiving weekend is just sick. There is a reason they call it &lt;strong&gt;BLACK FRIDAY!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I work in the Media department (CDs, DVDs, software, and gaming). Not really sure whose bright idea it was to release the Xbox 360 the same week as Thanksgiving, but I would like to "thank" them in a special way, say... with a flamethrower. Anyway, I made it. This just might have been the single most difficult week of my professional life. There was a 4 day stretch where I got a total of 14 hours of sleep combined. These are not pictures of my store, but are typical of most Best Buys&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/Blackfriday2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 224px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" height="101" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/Blackfriday2.jpg" width="266" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. If you are familiar with the Anderson store then you'll understand what I am about to say. Our line before opening on Black Friday started at our door, and wrapped around the side of the build, through the back parking lot, down past the haircut place, and started around the building that TCBY is in. That is just nuts!&lt;br /&gt;The good news for me is that the rest of the holiday season will seem downhill from here. Its just a matter of building momentum and "having fun while being the best" (which is a company value). Well, with that all said, I think it is time for me to get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random Thought of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Can a Red Sox fan and a Yankees fan ever truely be friends? ; )&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113323673691276441?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113323673691276441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113323673691276441' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113323673691276441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113323673691276441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/well-i-made-it.html' title='Well I made it'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19341488.post-113304904029226749</id><published>2005-11-26T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-26T16:36:34.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>If you start me up...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/1600/mic_ron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5374/1912/320/mic_ron.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll never stop, never stop, never, never, never stop!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, if you don't get the reference, its time to go listen to some good music. *hint: google this guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone has been telling me I need to blog, so here I go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm divin' in,&lt;br /&gt;I'm goin' deep&lt;br /&gt;In over my head I wanna be&lt;br /&gt;Caught in the rush,&lt;br /&gt;Lost in the flow&lt;br /&gt;In over my head I want to go&lt;br /&gt;The river's deep,&lt;br /&gt;the river's wide&lt;br /&gt;The river's water is alive&lt;br /&gt;So sink or swim, I'm divin' in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, so I don't normally quote Steven Curtis Chapman, but there it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random thought of the day:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.letssingit.com/"&gt;http://www.letssingit.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;best place to get lyrics ever!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19341488-113304904029226749?l=scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/feeds/113304904029226749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19341488&amp;postID=113304904029226749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113304904029226749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19341488/posts/default/113304904029226749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://scottsrandomthoughts.blogspot.com/2005/11/if-you-start-me-up.html' title='If you start me up...'/><author><name>Scott</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12221298633006137931</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
