<?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-7725579465355642479</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:39:52.151-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Inspirations with Tralyn</title><subtitle type='html'>My prayer is that God will touch those He brings to this blog and that you will be inspired this day!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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-7725579465355642479.post-8358507033965466008</id><published>2009-06-20T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-20T08:44:53.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Worry?</title><summary type='text'>I have had a very rough two weeks.  My husband became ill, which he never does, and I began to worry.  I did a very unhealthy thing.  Instead of turning to God in my fear, I turned to the internet for answers.  All I got was confusion and more fear!  The information I found led me to such a state of mind.  Wow!  I even made my husband fearful and unable to function for days.  Why do we do this?  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8358507033965466008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-worry.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8358507033965466008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8358507033965466008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/why-worry.html' title='Why Worry?'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-6507366054154824181</id><published>2009-06-10T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T17:51:59.619-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hill</title><summary type='text'>The following is a poem that I wrote many years ago. My youngest daughter chose it for a poetry study for her english final in college. I was honored that she would choose something of mine instead of all the poets she had to choose from. The introduction to her paper said that this poem is one of hope. I guess she is right about that. If you know where you're going, then there is no real need </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6507366054154824181/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/hill.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/6507366054154824181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/6507366054154824181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/hill.html' title='The Hill'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SjBUNJ6IbqI/AAAAAAAAACw/7mGnUNEN_Kk/s72-c/mountains+2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-2201811611607180186</id><published>2009-06-03T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-03T20:16:46.964-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Perfect Moment in Time</title><summary type='text'>I'm sitting here straight across from the open window. The fan is on high so I feel the breeze from the rainy day beyond. It is a good, heavy, soaking late-spring rain. The way my building is positioned I face the end of another building causing an echo effect between the two. The sounds of the raindrops hitting the pavement two floors below is amplified. I have soft, soothing music playing. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2201811611607180186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-moment-in-time.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/2201811611607180186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/2201811611607180186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/06/perfect-moment-in-time.html' title='A Perfect Moment in Time'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SibVwXM-4NI/AAAAAAAAACo/XxcUJ6y4Rio/s72-c/raindrops+6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-8893362472495334906</id><published>2009-05-29T09:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-29T10:04:13.709-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fix Your Eyes</title><summary type='text'>"He redeemed my soul from going down to the pit, and I will live to enjoy the light." (Job 33:28 NIV)Upon first reading this passage you may think that it is only talking about our salvation from the pit of hell and our eternal life in heaven surounded by the light of God. While this is true, we do not have to wait until our body dies to enjoy the light of God. He has given us His light to enjoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8893362472495334906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/fix-your-eyes.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8893362472495334906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8893362472495334906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/fix-your-eyes.html' title='Fix Your Eyes'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SiAVcejUOAI/AAAAAAAAACY/_peD-57_jS4/s72-c/glory+of+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-7283121017415634195</id><published>2009-05-18T11:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-18T11:58:17.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lesson Learned</title><summary type='text'>Stress has a way of ruining a perfectly good day.  If you let it.  I did just that Sunday.  We had a great day planned to celebrate our oldest daughter's birthday.  Everything was in place.  I thought that I had too much to do so I decided not to go to church.  Then it all started to unravel.  My husband was called in to work for Sunday and since he works evenings that meant he would miss the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/7283121017415634195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-learned.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/7283121017415634195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/7283121017415634195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/lesson-learned.html' title='Lesson Learned'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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-7725579465355642479.post-1945508387043366211</id><published>2009-05-10T00:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T00:28:30.307-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day</title><summary type='text'>Mother’s Day. There are mixed emotions about this day in our home. I’ve always enjoyed this day, especially when my children were little. They would plan all week long what special thing they were going to do for “Mommy”. My oldest daughter is an artist and was from the beginning. So, her special gifts to me have usually been handmade. My son and youngest daughter always followed suit. If big </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1945508387043366211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day_10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/1945508387043366211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/1945508387043366211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/mothers-day_10.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SgaB7wHackI/AAAAAAAAACQ/n08gdApzNr4/s72-c/image-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-8664714316404360752</id><published>2009-05-04T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T21:17:55.904-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Basics</title><summary type='text'>I just got off the phone with my aunt.  She and my husband used to work together.  That was about two years ago.  Their company was the first one in our area to close its doors when this present economic crisis started.  She found another job and felt secure.  She was making decent money and things were finally getting back to normal.  Six months ago the new company she was working for closed its</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8664714316404360752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-basics.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8664714316404360752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8664714316404360752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/back-to-basics.html' title='Back to Basics'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-1875109720774492657</id><published>2009-05-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-04T22:13:22.607-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Can You Trust?</title><summary type='text'>These are very trying times. The news is rarely good. People are falling into depression. Crime rates are up. People are panicking. They are killing each other. They are killing their own families. They are killing themselves. In the chaos of the here and now, we've lost sight of what is truly important.What makes a man take a gun in his hand, go into each of his childrens' rooms, pull the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/1875109720774492657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-can-you-trust.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/1875109720774492657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/1875109720774492657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/05/who-can-you-trust.html' title='Who Can You Trust?'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-8033071504658720826</id><published>2009-04-28T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T22:52:22.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Living Sacrifice</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday my pastor gave an awesome message. The whole thing was about "keeping a God perspective". We get so caught up in what's going on in our culture, what other people think of us and what we want for our own lives, that we can forget to stop and see what God says about it all. There were great lessons throughout the entire sermon but one thing jumped out at me and has been in the forefront </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8033071504658720826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-sacrifice.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8033071504658720826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8033071504658720826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/living-sacrifice.html' title='A Living Sacrifice'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/Sffq6DmiyDI/AAAAAAAAAB0/0Ihtn2FQbbw/s72-c/why+art+thou.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-6493525938944511260</id><published>2009-04-26T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:33:50.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look Ahead</title><summary type='text'>While walking through the church parking lot today, my sister told my niece to stop and look for cars. So she stopped after she crossed the lane and looked behind her. My sister told her to look ahead of her not where she had already been. I told her that would make a good sermon. I've been thinking about it all day.All too often people obsess about what has happened in the past. We keep saying, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/6493525938944511260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-ahead.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/6493525938944511260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/6493525938944511260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-ahead.html' title='Look Ahead'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SfU1i5uzlfI/AAAAAAAAABc/-RoAksoAdqg/s72-c/path+of+life.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-2862227054839522177</id><published>2009-04-25T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:35:33.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Happens</title><summary type='text'>Life rarely turns out exactly as we think it will. We have our "what-do-you-want-to-be" dreams when we are young. Sometimes we do end up right where we thought we would. But, most often, we take detours along the way. All kinds of life happens between our early dreams and where we finally land.The story of Jonah is a perfect example. God told Jonah to go in one direction and because of his fear </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/2862227054839522177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-happens.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/2862227054839522177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/2862227054839522177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/life-happens.html' title='Life Happens'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SfU2B8IXQnI/AAAAAAAAABk/ii5M-oexnSM/s72-c/delight+yourself.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7725579465355642479.post-8596197109747328029</id><published>2009-04-22T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-26T21:36:36.069-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs of the Creator</title><summary type='text'>I love Spring! I love the very beginning of spring, which is the ending of winter. The earth stretches, shakes off the cold and starts to wake up. Each day brings another sign of new growth, new life and the promise of brighter tomorrows.Today, as I drove over the dam near my home, I was reminded of the first spring after I found the Lord. It was as if I had never seen colors before! And, today </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/feeds/8596197109747328029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/signs-of-creator.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8596197109747328029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7725579465355642479/posts/default/8596197109747328029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diwithtralyn.blogspot.com/2009/04/signs-of-creator.html' title='Signs of the Creator'/><author><name>Tralyn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09583420854594978498</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://2.bp.blogspot.com/_yXhBywkHm0c/SfU2SYr15ZI/AAAAAAAAABs/7fGfl81r50U/s72-c/with+God.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
