<?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-8266174877247384777</id><updated>2011-11-27T16:10:31.078-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The World's Most Important Job for a Married Woman</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Heather C. Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789393026535475733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnPBFyXCMFI/AAAAAAAAABY/PlBKoEnRX3s/S220/100_0306.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266174877247384777.post-9144667782653869206</id><published>2010-08-16T20:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-16T20:11:35.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>TRUST</title><summary type='text'>I thought I had given up on blogging, and this may be the only post I am able to complete before the birth of my fourth child.  The last time I posted (Sept. 2009), I was not even thinking of another baby, or pregnancy, or ??  Life is funny that way, moving us in directions we didn't think we would be taking.  I often think about things from a year past and marvel at how God has directed my life </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9144667782653869206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/9144667782653869206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/9144667782653869206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2010/08/trust.html' title='TRUST'/><author><name>Heather C. Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789393026535475733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnPBFyXCMFI/AAAAAAAAABY/PlBKoEnRX3s/S220/100_0306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266174877247384777.post-7631265672551784447</id><published>2009-09-06T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-06T12:38:00.921-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This is a TOUGH one, but oh so important!</title><summary type='text'>Anyone who knows me knows that I can be very passionate about the things I value or in which I believe. Of my parent's six children, I have always been the most dramatic, probably causing their faces to turn red in embarrassment (and maybe anger) a few times. I'm sorry, Mom and Dad. :)

Well, when I got to this particular part of Titus 2 - "That they may teach the younger women . . . to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7631265672551784447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-hardest-one-for-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/7631265672551784447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/7631265672551784447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/09/this-is-hardest-one-for-me.html' title='This is a TOUGH one, but oh so important!'/><author><name>Heather C. Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789393026535475733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnPBFyXCMFI/AAAAAAAAABY/PlBKoEnRX3s/S220/100_0306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266174877247384777.post-9033695625656848314</id><published>2009-07-23T09:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-31T20:43:30.660-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But They're Driving Me Crazy</title><summary type='text'>This particular post is one of my favorites because it talks about one of primary parts of my "profession." The next phrase in Titus 2:4 is "to love their children." There are times when this is hard because our children may be driving us crazy. However, when this happens with me, it's usually because I'm trying to get something done for myself, and my children are unoccupied. Many times selfish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/9033695625656848314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-theyre-driving-me-crazy.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/9033695625656848314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/9033695625656848314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-theyre-driving-me-crazy.html' title='But They&apos;re Driving Me Crazy'/><author><name>Heather C. Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789393026535475733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnPBFyXCMFI/AAAAAAAAABY/PlBKoEnRX3s/S220/100_0306.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnO1MG9KyZI/AAAAAAAAABI/Rw4c0iyUmXY/s72-c/100_2348.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266174877247384777.post-7175699686476735078</id><published>2009-07-06T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-21T19:46:20.224-07:00</updated><title type='text'>But do I LIKE him?  :)</title><summary type='text'>Now, for the next lesson that we younger women are to learn . . . "to love their husbands." Why do I need to be taught this? According to Strong's, the word love here in Titus 2 is the word phileo, which is that "liking" kind of love. I chuckle to myself here because there are many times when liking someone is a whole lot harder than loving them. We girls don't usually have a hard time loving </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/7175699686476735078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-do-i-like-him.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/7175699686476735078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/7175699686476735078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/07/but-do-i-like-him.html' title='But do I LIKE him?  :)'/><author><name>Heather C. Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789393026535475733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnPBFyXCMFI/AAAAAAAAABY/PlBKoEnRX3s/S220/100_0306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266174877247384777.post-3727198566250648646</id><published>2009-06-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-27T14:45:38.661-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To be sober?  What does THAT mean?</title><summary type='text'>I am looking now so much at Titus 2. This particular passage is probably my favorite of all the many passages on the when, where, why, what, how, etc. of a young married woman. I had heard so much about Proverbs 31 and I Peter 3 throughout my life (both and many more of which are absolutely wonderful), but Titus 2 has just really grabbed my attention.Titus 2:1-5 says "But speak thou the things </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/3727198566250648646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-sober-what-does-that-mean.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/3727198566250648646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/3727198566250648646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/to-be-sober-what-does-that-mean.html' title='To be sober?  What does THAT mean?'/><author><name>Heather C. Barnes</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01789393026535475733</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_D-i_-ubjp7U/SnPBFyXCMFI/AAAAAAAAABY/PlBKoEnRX3s/S220/100_0306.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8266174877247384777.post-4423081651341967926</id><published>2009-06-24T20:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T13:18:26.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I glorify God?</title><summary type='text'>In my first entry, I want to say just this: Do I glorify God as a wife and mother? If I cannot answer yes to this all-important question, than I am not in obedience to His Word. Next question . . . If I am glorifying God, what results do I see to prove that to be true? . . . or If I am not glorifying God, what do I need to cut out or change in my life to make sure I can and do glorify Him?I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/feeds/4423081651341967926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-glorify-god.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/4423081651341967926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8266174877247384777/posts/default/4423081651341967926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://reflectionsofayoungerwoman.blogspot.com/2009/06/do-i-glorify-god.html' title='Do I glorify God?'/><author><name>Heather C. 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