<?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-1552403814944444858</id><updated>2011-07-30T13:02:05.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nans Nuggets</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nans-nuggets.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1552403814944444858/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans-nuggets.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Nan J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070074378684410906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmtgPbWGR9E/Sizqk7W4lpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qjbpm_QPUpU/S220/72297junhar030.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1552403814944444858.post-2109380727500531578</id><published>2010-04-16T07:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T07:44:31.821-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promises, Promises</title><content type='html'>In the company of family &amp;amp; friends I watched a historic event yesterday evening. The first ever televised debate between the leaders of our three main political parties, had come to our screens. Unlike the live audience, who were under strict rules not to cheer, clap or boo, we could give full expression to our feelings. With our ages ranging from early 20's to nearly 80 it was inevitable that our reactions varied considerably. There was however one question uppermost in all our minds; could any of them, would any of them, or even had any of them kept their promises.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Promises are being broken every day. I had promised myself that I would write my blog frequently, but was amazed to see that my last, and only entry so far, was about 10 months ago. As I do not suppose this has been a great loss to anyone, I will not bore you with any excuses. Yet there are no excuses if I fail to pray for those very leaders I was watching yesterday evening. As Christians we are urged to "pray especially for leaders and their governments to rule well---"(1 Timothy 2:2 The Message). It is an awsome thought that maybe politicians could, and would, be more faithful in their promises, if I and others were more faithful in our prayers for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"the Lord is faithful to all His promises" (Psalm 145:13b)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1552403814944444858-2109380727500531578?l=nans-nuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1552403814944444858/posts/default/2109380727500531578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1552403814944444858/posts/default/2109380727500531578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans-nuggets.blogspot.com/2010/04/promises-promises.html' title='Promises, Promises'/><author><name>Nan J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070074378684410906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmtgPbWGR9E/Sizqk7W4lpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qjbpm_QPUpU/S220/72297junhar030.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1552403814944444858.post-2782341901385901572</id><published>2009-07-06T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-06T06:49:39.835-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistaken for dead!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Have you ever wondered how people you knew would react if you died? Recently I had the unusual experience of finding out just that. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I was first alerted to the fact that my obituary was in the local newspaper, when a friend phoned to enquire after my health. It would seem that she had been made aware of my 'death' by family from across the world in Australia. They had heard it from family or friends back in England. News does indeed travel fast. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Having set the record straight with that friend I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;encountered&lt;/span&gt; another when I popped into her new shop to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;congratulated&lt;/span&gt; her on its opening. The welcome I received was rapturous. I guessed what was coming; she had seen the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;announcement&lt;/span&gt;. She even had the newspaper cutting in her handbag . She wanted to check out that the middle name was the same as mine, before she sent it off to her sister in Jordon. Wise woman. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;The enquiries still keep coming. My niece in Devon informed me this weekend, that elderly friends in Suffolk had expressed their &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;condolences&lt;/span&gt; to her on the death of her Aunt June. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;So maybe there is no better way to start a blog than by telling the world that I am alive and well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Not only am I alive but I am living it to the full. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Jesus said "I have come that they may have life,and have it to the full" John 10:10. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;I believe what He said, and that is the news that I want to fly around the world.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1552403814944444858-2782341901385901572?l=nans-nuggets.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1552403814944444858/posts/default/2782341901385901572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1552403814944444858/posts/default/2782341901385901572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nans-nuggets.blogspot.com/2009/07/mistaken-for-dead.html' title='Mistaken for dead!'/><author><name>Nan J</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09070074378684410906</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_PmtgPbWGR9E/Sizqk7W4lpI/AAAAAAAAAAM/Qjbpm_QPUpU/S220/72297junhar030.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
