<?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-6818366374046284840</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:22:17.048-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sharing Jesus</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nannette Vaughan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829353301191017888</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>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818366374046284840.post-4783114236541463191</id><published>2011-07-03T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-03T14:31:30.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Investments</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;I have sat here for some time now, beginning to write and erasing, beginning to write and erasing, undecided as to the topic of this blog entry.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;So, rather than try to write some poetic blog with absolutely no heart in it, I’m simply going to write my thoughts, however scattered they might be.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve had some wonderful times in the recent weeks.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I’ve been able to spend time with my husband’s family in Louisiana who I love dearly, and I thank God for allowing me into their lives.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;We did the typical family cookout, went crabbing (a new, but wonderful experience), and with all the laughter, even shed some tears together along the way.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;Then, I made my way to Alabama to visit great friends whom I haven’t been able to see in a few years.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I arrived in a time of loss for them, with the imminent passing of a family member.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;It would seem that it should have been a gloomy visit, but I found that, on the contrary, it has been filled with the exact same emotions as my visit with family.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How could that be??&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;How could it be that in the midst of death, I could be afforded the same emotional experiences that I had amidst so much life?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;What an honor and a tremendous blessing to be able to both, invest in someone else’s life, and have it reciprocated back to yours, both joy and sorrow.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I stood in the hospice room with my friend as her sister lay there, and was asked to sing her a song.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;At first, I must admit that I was taken back, but I was more than happy to bring some sort of comfort to them in such a hard time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;What I found completely shocked me.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Whether or not anyone else had gotten anything out of me singing “Amazing Grace” (it was her favorite), I felt such a connection to this woman whom I had never met.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;She was a child of God that was beginning her crossover to eternity with Jesus, and I felt an overwhelming sense of awe about that moment in time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;For a second, time stood still for me, and I truly felt God’s peace in a way I had never felt before. And so, there was sorrow for the pain of family members who would be left behind, but there was also a joy in knowing the end result of her journey, and peace in the knowledge of God’s divinity and love for His children.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Verdana&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; mso-bidi-font-family: Arial;"&gt;How gracious God is, that His mercy outweighs any faults and failures, and that He surrounds us with life experiences to spiritually move us to new and higher ground.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;In the back of my car lies a black skirt set that I didn’t think I was going to need but felt led to pack.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;The church service that I was supposed to participate in this morning, the morning of the sister’s passing, had fallen through for unknown reasons.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Everything led up to this moment, this moment that wouldn’t seem very important to someone else.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;God prepared me for an amazing opportunity to invest in someone, and be invested in by someone in return.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I am so very thankful.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;I pray that everyone who reads this will take a moment to think about who they are divinely appointed to invest in today.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;And, not just what they are supposed to be giving in, but what they are supposed to be receiving from those God has placed in their sphere of influence today?&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;Give all of yourself that you can, and receive all that God has to give! Sometimes, the greatest blessings come from the most unexpected places. Amen.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="st1"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Arial&amp;quot;, &amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;;"&gt;&lt;span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818366374046284840-4783114236541463191?l=vaughanministries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/feeds/4783114236541463191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/2011/07/investments.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default/4783114236541463191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default/4783114236541463191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/2011/07/investments.html' title='Investments'/><author><name>Nannette Vaughan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829353301191017888</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-6818366374046284840.post-7673042784669279197</id><published>2011-04-24T13:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-24T13:14:09.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How do I look?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;As so many people dress to the hilt today, displaying bright spring colors and heading to church , I couldn't help but wonder what I look like today.&amp;nbsp; Not on the outside, as I sit here in my pajama pants and sweatshirt, disheveled hair, and no make-up, but rather, on the inside.&amp;nbsp; Of course, we can't see the inside of a man, but the inside springs forward through our actions.&amp;nbsp; So, what do my actions and reactions say about the child of God I am on the inside.&amp;nbsp; So, I reflected back to the account of the cross, and all of the actions and reactions that surrounded our Lord and Savior.&amp;nbsp; What did&amp;nbsp;they look like, and who, in comparison, would I most resemble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My thoughts first drifted to Mary, the mother of Jesus, and the character of the woman who found great favor in the sight of the Lord.&amp;nbsp; Enough favor in fact, to have the unique honor of carrying and giving birth to her Savior.&amp;nbsp; She watched Him grow, and teach, and heal, and forgive.&amp;nbsp; She watched Him as He bore chains and whips and thorns, without violent action or spite-filled reaction.&amp;nbsp; She looked on as He hung on a cross that shouldn't have had to be His, and wept as He drew His last fleshly breath.&amp;nbsp; Through all of this, she honored and worshipped God, having been foretold the plan of salvation, and the events that would come.&amp;nbsp; Do I look like her?&amp;nbsp; Not hardly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I then thought about Peter, and how conflicted he was.&amp;nbsp; He laid down everything to follow Jesus, and loved Him greatly.&amp;nbsp; He was ready to fight, even at the cost of his own life, and did until Jesus commanded him to not live by the sword.&amp;nbsp; Yet, through all of that devotion and loyalty, Peter found himself denying Jesus in the most crucial of moments.&amp;nbsp; Then, consumed with humiliation, he ran.&amp;nbsp; Do I resemble Peter?&amp;nbsp; Yes, there have been times that I followed Jesus with everything I am, and still got it wrong.&amp;nbsp; At times, I still tried to fight battles in the flesh, and yes, there have been times that I didn't stand for truth.&amp;nbsp; Thank God I have learned what Peter found out, that God is right there waiting for us to turn to Him and fall into His grace and forgiveness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I pondered the crowd, and how easily they became overtaken with the emotion of the mob.&amp;nbsp; How, so many who had heard Jesus speak, and watched Him perform miracles, could so easily follow the majority.&amp;nbsp; Have I looked like that?&amp;nbsp; yes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;I thought of Pontius Pilate and how he washed his hands of the blood of Jesus.&amp;nbsp; I also considered that he allowed fear of consequence to keep him from intervening in the crucifixion of our Lord.&amp;nbsp; In the end, we know that it was God's plan, and that He used the weaknesses of man to fulfill His ultimate goals.&amp;nbsp; Am I a Pilate?&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; At times.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;I can say that many times I have seen God use my weaknesses to gow something great in my life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black; color: #eeeeee; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: large;"&gt;My greatest prayer is that, at the end of the day, and&amp;nbsp;more so, at the end of this life,&amp;nbsp;when I face the final judgement, God will see a reflection of the many influences&amp;nbsp;He has placed in my life.&amp;nbsp; I pray that I learn from the failures of Peter and the great comeback that&amp;nbsp;he made through Jesus' sacrifice.&amp;nbsp; I pray that I would&amp;nbsp;find the humility that Mary&amp;nbsp;possessed and the great desire to serve God, even in loss.&amp;nbsp; I pray that I will walk away from the voice of the crowd to find peace and vision of God's plan without the fear of what men will say and do.&amp;nbsp; Most of all, I pray that I will resemble&amp;nbsp;Jesus, who came, and gave freely, suffering greatly, and loving much!&amp;nbsp; God bless you and Happy Resurrection Day!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818366374046284840-7673042784669279197?l=vaughanministries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default/7673042784669279197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default/7673042784669279197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/2011/04/how-do-i-look.html' title='How do I look?'/><author><name>Nannette Vaughan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829353301191017888</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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6818366374046284840.post-6651701650489125338</id><published>2011-02-15T08:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T08:45:16.758-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Changing of the Seasons</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: white; font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;We can see through nature, an example of our own walk of life, leading us ever closer to the Prize, an eternity with Jesus.&amp;nbsp; There will be seasons of Summer, when there are times of laughter and play, seasoned with moments of discomfort, forcing us to "sweat" through until the heat wave passes.&amp;nbsp; Soon after, Fall creeps in bringing cooler weather, and the beauty of leaves falling in grand changing colors, a forboding of rougher times to come.&amp;nbsp; As winter settles in, we make provisions and ready ourselves to bear through the bitter cold, and harsh conditions, and yet, as the snow falls,&amp;nbsp;we gaze&amp;nbsp;across it,&amp;nbsp;in awe of its&amp;nbsp;wonder.&amp;nbsp; The snow melts, and the chill begins to subside, bringing the new life that is called Spring&amp;nbsp;to all of God's great creation.&amp;nbsp; Birth - in all of its glory.&amp;nbsp; As&amp;nbsp;the seasons change in my life and ministry, I want to be sure that I don't miss any of the&amp;nbsp;blessings that God has placed so perfectly before me -&amp;nbsp; the sunshine on my face, the piles of red, orange, and yellow leaves awaiting&amp;nbsp;child's play, the glittering blanket of snow protecting the earth's seed, and the&amp;nbsp;birth of something new and undiscovered.&amp;nbsp; Thank you Lord, for every season, and the gifts that You&amp;nbsp;have given through each one.&amp;nbsp; Help me to never take any of them for granted, and learn all of the lessons You have for me through them.&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6818366374046284840-6651701650489125338?l=vaughanministries.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/feeds/6651701650489125338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing-of-seasons.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default/6651701650489125338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6818366374046284840/posts/default/6651701650489125338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://vaughanministries.blogspot.com/2011/02/changing-of-seasons.html' title='The Changing of the Seasons'/><author><name>Nannette Vaughan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04829353301191017888</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>
