<?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-5777223</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:38:45.739-06:00</updated><title type='text'>SheepHeart</title><subtitle type='html'>Concerns of a shepherd's heart</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5777223.post-4586545060194906769</id><published>2010-08-17T13:39:00.004-06:00</published><updated>2010-08-17T13:45:09.974-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scheduled Date Nights?</title><summary type='text'>In the almost twenty years of marriage to my bride,  we've never really had a regular "date night"... nothing against a scheduled "date night" alone but it just hasn't seemed to fit with us as such... instead we try to nurture our relationship in other ways through our daily living of life (much like this blogger did when her regular date night concept wasn't going to fit the schedule).We live a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/4586545060194906769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/4586545060194906769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2010_08_01_archive.html#4586545060194906769' title='Scheduled Date Nights?'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-109883541773842185</id><published>2004-10-26T17:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T18:03:37.740-06:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post (remix)</title><summary type='text'>I am again amazed how long since I've posted... coming up on a year!I've had things I wanted to write about a number of times but haven't gotten to it.  Maybe it was procrastination or being busy or perhaps might perfectionist tendancy to wait until I can do it well.Several good things lately...We've found a long term pediatric brain tumor clinic at Dallas Childrens Hospital and we have an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/109883541773842185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/109883541773842185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2004_10_01_archive.html#109883541773842185' title='long time no post (remix)'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-107256627802006226</id><published>2003-12-27T16:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T16:07:03.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no post</title><summary type='text'>Wow, been a long time since I posted... We're in Roswell along with many of my relatives at my parents' house enjoying the holiday.  Lori and Joshua went to see Return of the King along with about a dozen others from my family.  I stayed with my younger kids.   Judah's playing, Annika's being entertained by Uncle Eddie, Zach is asleep and Phoebe is on my lap.  Seemed like a good time to check my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/107256627802006226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/107256627802006226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107256627802006226' title='long time no post'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106661555130133142</id><published>2003-10-19T20:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T20:07:41.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasant Sunday</title><summary type='text'>This has been a very nice day.  We spent a few hours and meal with good friends of ours-- Ralph and Debbie and their family.  Lots of laughs and good food.  Even got to play some euchre.This evening David Beam stopped by.  I greatly respect he and his wife.  We had the blessing of being in the same lifegroup with them (same group we got to know Ralph and Debbie above).  While he came by on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106661555130133142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106661555130133142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106661555130133142' title='Pleasant Sunday'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106617489662933230</id><published>2003-10-14T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T19:22:40.953-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Protect our rights, Love our King, etc-- All this for the Low, Low price of clicking Forward!</title><summary type='text'>I'm talking about a particular strain of SPAM like e-mail... the religious urban legend.  Now that we're in the age of the internet these  rumors appear to spread faster than ever.  Actually, I'm frustrated by all of the hoaxes that are forwarded-- from medical cures, to tragic stories to viruses-- many of these can be shown to be hoaxes with a quick google search or by visiting sites like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106617489662933230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106617489662933230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106617489662933230' title='Protect our rights, Love our King, etc-- All this for the Low, Low price of clicking Forward!'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106539837264764396</id><published>2003-10-05T17:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-14T18:40:26.003-06:00</updated><title type='text'>planting, other stuff, and ice cream</title><summary type='text'>It's a been a while since I posted and quite a bit has happened.  The family and I drove to San Diego Thursday (25 Sep) so I could attend the ToorCon security conference.  Since we were in the neighborhood, the Evan's graciously allowed us to be part of the unconference church planters conversation by joining everyone for dinner and conversation Friday evening.  Wow, we were very touched... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106539837264764396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106539837264764396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106539837264764396' title='planting, other stuff, and ice cream'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106437841266703402</id><published>2003-09-23T22:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T22:45:53.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Terror that Wasn't on Jack Rabbit Rd or having the Pastor over for Dinner</title><summary type='text'>The pastor and his wife came for dinner.  For the last ~2 years, he has been pastor of the church that my wife and I first went to around 1989.  We wanted to spend an even with them over dinner and connect with them.  We also wanted to tell them we think God may want us to plant a house church.  Scary stuff for me.  This guy intimidates me a bit and we haven't really clicked well in the past.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106437841266703402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106437841266703402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437841266703402' title='The Terror that Wasn&apos;t on Jack Rabbit Rd or having the Pastor over for Dinner'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106437690209490238</id><published>2003-09-23T22:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T22:17:59.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>listening</title><summary type='text'>Ran across an interesting post by a wise lady that I don't know as I was reading through an archive of circa 1995 House Church Discussion List postings on characteristics of successful house church "start ups".  Her post deepened my understanding of the importance of listening to people.  One quote that especially stuck out:I don't think I can overestimate the importance that this act of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106437690209490238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106437690209490238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106437690209490238' title='listening'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106385975400474776</id><published>2003-09-17T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:40:29.753-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Spiritual Parenting and sys-admins</title><summary type='text'>I had an interesting conversation with a co-worker today about his two year old daughter.  He wants to bring her up knowing God and is trying to figure out how to do this.  Personally I think he and his wife are doing fine even if she doesn't want to "say prayers" with them all the time.  Someone suggested to him that they should make her do it anyway-- "you wouldn't let her say no to brushing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106385975400474776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106385975400474776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385975400474776' title='Spiritual Parenting and sys-admins'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106368224911978136</id><published>2003-09-15T21:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T21:25:24.160-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno Test</title><summary type='text'>Well, Lori did this test so I figured I ought to do it too.  Here's my results:The Dante's Inferno Test has sent you to Purgatory!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very HighLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)ModerateLevel 2 (Lustful)ModerateLevel 3 (Gluttonous)ModerateLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)ModerateLevel 5 (Wrathful and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106368224911978136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106368224911978136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106368224911978136' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno Test'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106314313148023398</id><published>2003-09-09T15:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:32:11.480-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Much From Me (here come the excuses)</title><summary type='text'>Not to much from me yet, I've been busy busting my tail on a report that I need to get cranked out for work.  A report that I really think I could have had finished by now,  but I ran into a writer's block and procrastination (I suppose they influenced each other, really).  Finally coming into the home stretch on the report and it's going to be pretty good.  I've got another one that I may be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106314313148023398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106314313148023398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314313148023398' title='Not Much From Me (here come the excuses)'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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-5777223.post-106290213816588784</id><published>2003-09-06T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T20:35:38.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well I'm Here!</title><summary type='text'>My wife has been razzing me about not having a blog yet... so here it is!  I've never really been very good at journaling but maybe this will work better.  My Lord has taken me down some unexpected paths in my life and this may be a good way to help crytstalize what He's doing in me and through me (when I'm not wandering off on my own).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106290213816588784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5777223/posts/default/106290213816588784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sheepheart.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106290213816588784' title='Well I&apos;m Here!'/><author><name>Sheep Heart</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14938186890398437038</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></feed>
