<?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-30705212</id><updated>2011-07-07T17:26:04.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Desperately Searching</title><subtitle type='html'>Searching God's Word For Direction</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Phillip Slaughter</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='33' height='26' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_vTGfS_DBkNY/S5S03zo_0mI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RT5QqgPGC8s/S220/Phillip+and+Rose-Easter.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30705212.post-115622428233995782</id><published>2006-08-21T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-22T00:45:13.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>'CAUSE MY FUTILE THINKING'S NOT GOING TO SOLVE NOTHING TONIGHT</title><summary type='text'>I borrowed my title from "Life and Love and Why" by Switchfoot; buy it from iTunes. The song unashamedly bases itself from the book of Ecclesiastes. This book seems to constantly find its way into my personal studies. Rose says it depresses her, but it brings me an unusual amount of joy for a book about meaninglessness. In some seasons of life, the author's words bring clarity and a nearly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/feeds/115622428233995782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30705212&amp;postID=115622428233995782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115622428233995782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115622428233995782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/2006/08/cause-my-futile-thinkings-not-going-to.html' title='&apos;CAUSE MY FUTILE THINKING&apos;S NOT GOING TO SOLVE NOTHING TONIGHT'/><author><name>p</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30705212.post-115534191197526763</id><published>2006-08-11T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T21:09:45.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SEARCHING FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT</title><summary type='text'>    I chose this title for this post because I recently began reading a book that shared this title. Donald Miller, author of Blue Like Jazz: Non-Religious Thoughts on Christian Spirituality, wrote the book. I chose to write about this book for two specific reasons: 1) Desperately Searching + Searching For God Knows What = A Match Made In Heaven 2) Miller's ability to poetically put forth a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/feeds/115534191197526763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30705212&amp;postID=115534191197526763' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115534191197526763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115534191197526763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/2006/08/searching-for-god-knows-what.html' title='SEARCHING FOR GOD KNOWS WHAT'/><author><name>p</name><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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30705212.post-115276883081198032</id><published>2006-07-13T00:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T00:37:13.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rejoicing During TrialsThe following blog goes on forever. I encourage you to read it if you can find the time. If you currently find yourself in the middle of a trial, then please print this off and read it later if you do not have time right now. For those of you who desire a shorter blog entry maybe I can whet your whistle before I leave town Monday, but for now this is what you have. Enjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/feeds/115276883081198032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30705212&amp;postID=115276883081198032' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115276883081198032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115276883081198032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/2006/07/rejoicing-during-trials-following-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>p</name><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>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30705212.post-115241723562380556</id><published>2006-07-08T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:31:55.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rose, Brad, and Those Crazy InternsRose, Brad, Matt, Joanna, and I decided to read a book together this summer and meet to discuss our reactions to the book once a week. Before I get to the book some introductions need to be made:If you know me, then you know my amazing wife Rose.    Brad Philpot attends Samford University and desires to work as an accountant when he graduates and plays a mean </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/feeds/115241723562380556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30705212&amp;postID=115241723562380556' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115241723562380556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115241723562380556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/2006/07/rose-brad-and-those-crazy-internsrose.html' title=''/><author><name>p</name><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>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30705212.post-115224786832070134</id><published>2006-07-06T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T02:16:23.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hello everyone from Alabama,My first blog arrives earlier than I anticipated for a reason.  I started making the rounds to friends' blogs tonight, and I realized that some of you guys already have my link on your blog. This probably pertains to the telephone call I received from my beautiful wife today. My phone rings, and it went something like this:"Hello""You didn't tell me you started a blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/feeds/115224786832070134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30705212&amp;postID=115224786832070134' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115224786832070134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30705212/posts/default/115224786832070134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://desperatelysearching.blogspot.com/2006/07/hello-everyone-from-alabama-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>p</name><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>8</thr:total></entry></feed>
