<?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-1156615746885781451</id><updated>2012-02-16T02:32:39.959-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning by Morning</title><subtitle type='html'>"The steadfast love of the Lord never ceases; His mercies never come to an end; they are new every morning; great is Your faithfulness." Lamentations 3:22-23</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alissaamiller.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1156615746885781451/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alissaamiller.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>alissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145899882023833198</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1156615746885781451.post-7358393216809467948</id><published>2008-10-22T19:58:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-10-22T23:18:35.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXa10Yd7VZg/SP_gi9Mg3oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WOchdM1c33g/s1600-h/IMG_4045.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXa10Yd7VZg/SP_gi9Mg3oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WOchdM1c33g/s320/IMG_4045.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5260169780939251330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;    After debating with myself for some time, I'm jumping into the increasingly popular blog scene. I figured since I enjoy reading other's blogs, maybe someone else would enjoy reading mine! I also think that writing (or in this case, typing) your thoughts can be incredibly therapeutic, so here it goes. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I suppose a good way to start this would be to explain the title I've chosen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Many of you are probably instantly familiar with the lyrics I've taken from a favorite hymn of mine, "Great is Thy Faithfulness." Now, initially, this may sound cliche, but the longer I live, the more I cling to and love to proclaim the words of this song. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;Often, while feeding Hudson his bottle before sending him off to bed, I sing medleys of songs, usually hymns, old and new. Tonight, I sang "He's Always Been Faithful" by Sarah Groves and then the aforementioned hymn. This past year, so many times, I've looked down at Hudson or thought of him while singing, "morning by morning, new mercies I see..." This past year, so many times, my heart has been overwhelmed with gratefulness to the Lord for the new mercy that Hudson has been to Isaac, my family, and me. The awe and wonder of his little new life has been so mercifully redeeming for us. I know that I haven't experienced the greatest pain,heartache, or loss known to man, but this year did provide for me the greatest pain &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I've&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; ever felt the very day after the greatest joy I'd ever felt. The tragedy that followed the day after Hudson's birth is not what I want to talk about today. Please know that my grief is still very raw and there are others who are more deeply affected by that day and their grief is so much greater than mine,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;BUT, they &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;undoubtedly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; and are &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eternally confident&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, just as I know and am confident that &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"all I have needed, Thy hand hath provided"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Thou changest not, Thy compassions they fail not"&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;GREAT is THY faithfulness, Lord, unto me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;These are the songs I sing in my heart, these are the words I cling to, His Word is what I hope in, He is the only God that provides true and lasting &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"strength for today and bright hope for tomorrow."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'times new roman';"&gt;I pray this blog will bring glory and honor to His name and be a testament to the new mercies that He provides in every one of my life's mornings. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1156615746885781451-7358393216809467948?l=alissaamiller.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alissaamiller.blogspot.com/feeds/7358393216809467948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alissaamiller.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-debating-with-myself-for-some.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1156615746885781451/posts/default/7358393216809467948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1156615746885781451/posts/default/7358393216809467948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alissaamiller.blogspot.com/2008/10/after-debating-with-myself-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>alissa</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09145899882023833198</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kXa10Yd7VZg/SP_gi9Mg3oI/AAAAAAAAAAM/WOchdM1c33g/s72-c/IMG_4045.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
