<?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-8507629778102544946</id><updated>2011-08-23T22:25:58.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIVING LIFE DIFFERENT</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-7163257154871608902</id><published>2009-02-16T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:57:40.995-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship "Zach"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZnb7BNMN_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nPYF556z4x0/s1600-h/IMG_1180.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZnb7BNMN_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nPYF556z4x0/s320/IMG_1180.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303511843187996658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The questions I've been pondering about friendship have really become important questions for me.  And I believe yours and my answers to these questions can really help us discover and determine who are real friends are... or at least who we should allow into that inner circle.  The infamous "circle of trust" that we hear talked about on "Meet The Parents."  This next guy I want to introduce you to has alot of qualities I look for in a friend.  However when it comes to the questions on friendship that I have been asking this particular question makes me think of Zach Sikora.  The question is: "Who in your life, when you are not around and someone is speaking against your character, will stick up for you when no one else will.  Let me just say, I see this all the time.  It's amazing how open people get when the people they are talking about are not around.  It has always impressed me to see people stick up for those who are not there.  Those who are being talked about.  They stand up for their friend and their friends character and that to me is HUGE.  Zach is like that.  As a matter fact the story goes like this:  Zach and Liz[his wife] were out for dinner and someone who knew Natalie and I came up to them and started saying things that were not true about us and attacking our character.  I believe it was Zach who quickly let that person know that not only is their information inaccurate but did not appreciate the things they were saying!  WOW.  That is awesome and that really made me feel good to know my friend had my back.  That is a true friend.  People are always going to talk behind your back but few people will make waves and correct the gossip.  When you find someone who will do that you have found a true friend.  That is courage and respect and I would return the favor for Zach in a heartbeat.  Zach, thanks for always being there to talk and for caring enough to know me in such a way that when someone speaks against my character you have the courage to respond to them.  Love you bro and praying for you.  Your a true friend.&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/8507629778102544946-7163257154871608902?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7163257154871608902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=7163257154871608902&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7163257154871608902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7163257154871608902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-zach.html' title='Friendship &quot;Zach&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZnb7BNMN_I/AAAAAAAAAFg/nPYF556z4x0/s72-c/IMG_1180.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-7191772913602146157</id><published>2009-02-16T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:59:16.582-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship "Jason"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZnYYgPYg6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nhoHv60sDzY/s1600-h/IMG_3433.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZnYYgPYg6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nhoHv60sDzY/s320/IMG_3433.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303507951688385442" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The third question about friendship I want to respond to is: "Who in your life is more concerned about what is best for you instead of what is best for them?"  I have a lot of friends that stand out when it comes to this question but I thought of one guy in particular that I want to take a moment and tell you about.  His name is Jason Sfire and we have been friends for about two years.  Something I have noticed about our friendship is how Jason always puts my needs before his.  I can't tell you how many times I have needed him to just drop something and come help me out.  Even in the midst of what he needed to do he dropped what he was doing and put me before himself.  It seems like he puts my well being before his own or at least as important as his own.  Without fail, I know that if I need something I can call Jason and he will be there.  I believe what makes this friendship trait effective is selflessness.  When it comes to our friendship Jason responds in a selfless way.  Rarely is he asking the question what is in it for me but he is simply being there as a friend.  That is awesome.  Jason, I have continued to say thank you for the things you have done and the way your friendship has impacted my life but I will never be able to thank you enough.  You are a true friend and I want you to know I will always be there to put your needs above my own... Thanks again and I love you bro.&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/8507629778102544946-7191772913602146157?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7191772913602146157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=7191772913602146157&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7191772913602146157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7191772913602146157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-jason.html' title='Friendship &quot;Jason&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZnYYgPYg6I/AAAAAAAAAFY/nhoHv60sDzY/s72-c/IMG_3433.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-6049830518610656017</id><published>2009-02-14T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T13:59:43.347-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship "My Dad"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZevi1NvtAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Rp3Wmg0pAi8/s1600-h/IMG_0670.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZevi1NvtAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Rp3Wmg0pAi8/s320/IMG_0670.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302900099187192834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Ok so I didn't keep up with this each day this week but I want to continue answering these questions on friendship by using people in my life that I feel are the living answers to these questions.  The second question on friendship was "Who in your life is there for you no matter what and will always be there even if they don't agree with your life decisions?"  I know this will sound pretty lame but to me it is so true.  My dad [and Mom] totally fulfill this role in my life.  When I was growing up my parents were clearly my parents.  Not like parents today who try to be friends with their kids.  My mom and dad were my mom and dad.  However as I've grown up my dad and I have become friends.  He was my best man in my wedding and I will always consider him one of my best friends.  Having said that, he has not always agreed with the decisions I make.  Doesn't mean he doesn't love me or isn't proud of me just means he doesn't always agree.  I remember the time I was leading a youth service and I farted in the microphone... It got alot of laughs from the kids in my group but my dad was sitting in that night and did not think that was funny or wise.  But he loved me through it.  That is huge.  I know as a parent that is expected but I also see that quality in him as a friend. What it boils down to is trust.  My dad trusts in the person I am therefore he is trusting that even when I make a discision he doesn't completely agree with he trusts me enough to support me in the midst of it. Dad, you will never know how much I love you and how huge of a hero you are in my life.  Thanks for supporting me and being there for me even when you didn't always agree with my choices.  I love you dad.&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/8507629778102544946-6049830518610656017?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/6049830518610656017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=6049830518610656017&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/6049830518610656017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/6049830518610656017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-my-dad.html' title='Friendship &quot;My Dad&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZevi1NvtAI/AAAAAAAAAFI/Rp3Wmg0pAi8/s72-c/IMG_0670.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-1962832740163398347</id><published>2009-02-10T20:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-14T21:29:09.067-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friendship "Mike"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZeoFuKtAtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Qus04F-9cps/s1600-h/IMG_3453.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZeoFuKtAtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Qus04F-9cps/s320/IMG_3453.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5302891902497784530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I decided to take this week and share some thoughts on friendship.  I am going to answer 6 questions on friendship by using some of my friends as examples.  The first question I asked was, "Who in your life celebrates your success's even when they are experiencing something different?" When I think about this question and who in my life is really good at this I think of my friend Mike Fredieu.  Talk about a true friend!  I can honestly say that every time I experienced something awesome in my life, even though he may not have liked the place he was at in life, or wished the same thing was happening to him, he was always able to celebrate with me.  He genuinely was excited that good things were happening for me.  He has always been like that.  I would consider a Mike a true friend for many reason's but one thing that really sticks out in my mind about him is simply how much he enjoys seeing me succeed.  That is hard to find and I truly value that in our friendship.  I may not tell you often enough Mike, but thank you for being a true friend and know that I will always respond the same way.  Thanks my friend!&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/8507629778102544946-1962832740163398347?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/1962832740163398347/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=1962832740163398347&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/1962832740163398347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/1962832740163398347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship-mike.html' title='Friendship &quot;Mike&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SZeoFuKtAtI/AAAAAAAAAE4/Qus04F-9cps/s72-c/IMG_3453.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-3014951289148490095</id><published>2009-02-09T17:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T18:00:56.564-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Friendship"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Just thought I would take some time this week and highlight a few friends of mine.  The reason I decided to do this is because lately I'm really discovering who my "true" freinds are.  As I discover that truth I am also aware of some characteristics that make them "true" friends.  Each friend brings to the table different characteristics of friendship that I have been learning a lot from.  In the process of discovering who my "friends" are I am discovering those who really are not my "friends."  I have always given people the benefit of the doubt when it comes to relationship but I honestly believe that in and of itself may be foolish when it comes to those you "let in" to that inner circle.  Here are some questions I'm asking:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;1.  Who in your life celebrates your success's even when they are experiencing something different?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;2. Who in your life is there for you no matter what and will always be there even if they don't agree with your "life" decisions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;3.  Who in your life will be honest with you even when you don't want to hear it. [But still give you the freedom to make your own choices]&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;4.  Who in your life is more concerned about what is best for you instead of what is best for them?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;5.  Who in your life when you are not around and someone is speaking against your character will stick up for you when no one else will?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;6.  Who in your life understands your weaknesses and still calls you friend?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;These are just a few questions I have been pondering and over this week would like to answer each of those questions with someone in my life who seems to be that kind of friend.  Doesn't mean that is the only trait they have just means it's one they are really good at.  Friendship is important and for me it's something I have taken way to lightly...  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;So over the next few days let me introduce you to some "Friends" of mine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-3014951289148490095?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3014951289148490095/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=3014951289148490095&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3014951289148490095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3014951289148490095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2009/02/friendship.html' title='&quot;Friendship&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-3381467231610580698</id><published>2009-01-28T08:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-28T08:46:35.928-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Just a fun tribute to moms out there and a huge thank you to my wife who is one of the greatest moms I know.  Alexia and Cayden you are very blessed to have a mom like your mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ESe-AysF9mw&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" 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href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2009/01/just-fun-tribute-to-moms-out-there-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-822175598130744345</id><published>2008-12-26T18:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T18:38:05.960-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Trash</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;..&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284290776761643442" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SVWSds7AMbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6pOMmsYJdVk/s200/christmastrash.jpg" border="0" /&gt;Wow, I was amazed today as I drove around town the day after Christmas.  I saw this family carrying bags and bags of christmas trash out to the curb where there was already at least 8 full bags of trash.  Empty Christmas box's, wrapping paper, and food plates that were obviously signs of an amazing Christmas.  Or was it.  I love Christmas and I love getting gifts.  I also enjoy watching my kids get the things they have wanted and have asked Santa for.  However in the midst of it for whatever reason I'm reminded that no matter how much we get we will always want more.  My kids are very grateful for what they get but sometimes I wonder if they "get" to much.  When the comment made after opening a great Christmas present is, "do I have more presents to open?" something is wrong.  [I had a talk with her by the way]  It's not her fault, I think it's natural for us to want things and enjoy getting things.  I just wish we/I gave more.  I wish it was natural to want only what we need and give more to the needs of others.  It's trendy lately to be green, to give more to those in need, and to support those attacking social injustice but will it really change the selfish nature in all of us?  On a scale of 1 to 10 how are you doing in the area of self.  If 1 is selfish and 10 is selfless then where are you?  How do we truly die to self when everything around us screams self.  I see it in me, and I don't like it.  I see it in my kids and don't like it... has the abundance of things cause the problem to be greater... and would having less make us more thankful and giving...?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-822175598130744345?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/822175598130744345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=822175598130744345&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/822175598130744345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/822175598130744345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-trash.html' title='Christmas Trash'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SVWSds7AMbI/AAAAAAAAAEY/6pOMmsYJdVk/s72-c/christmastrash.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-1968584879552385604</id><published>2008-10-20T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T18:09:18.304-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Control Freak!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SP0e-OLKCUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/N_XhtIUjwJ8/s1600-h/IMG_3230.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SP0e-OLKCUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/N_XhtIUjwJ8/s200/IMG_3230.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259393994144221506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just wanted to take a minute and update everyone on my son.  A lot of you have been praying for him and checking in on him and that has been overwhelming and kind.  You will never know how much that has meant to us.  Cayden was diagnosed with pneumonia a few weeks ago and is now doing much better thanks to your prayers.  The big thing that we were worried about was the small seizures/convulsions he was having.  The doctor's had him go through an e.e.g. which is a test that monitors him while he is sleeping.  That test came back negative, meaning he passed with flying colors.  They have basically said he is fine and doesn't need any further testing at this point.  Thanks again for the prayers.  I discovered something about God through all this.  If you have kids you will understand what I'm about to describe to you.  When your kids are sick, you feel HELPLESS!!  I so wanted to take his place through this process.  I wanted to control the situation and make it better but I couldn't.  I felt like I was not able to protect him and that really bothered me.  I was fighting for control and God is giving His up.  Let me explain.  God could control us if he chose to but he doesn't.  He gives us the freedom to choose and therefore relinquishes control.  I don't have it and want it... He has it and chooses not to use it.  It has to be so hard for him to watch us make decisions that ultimately hurt us and others when He could step in at any moment and change it... If I had the control I long for would I even come close to making the right decisions with it...&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/8507629778102544946-1968584879552385604?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/1968584879552385604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=1968584879552385604&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/1968584879552385604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/1968584879552385604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/control-freak.html' title='Control Freak!'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SP0e-OLKCUI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/N_XhtIUjwJ8/s72-c/IMG_3230.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-7346081475539022907</id><published>2008-10-20T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-20T17:00:59.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Monday Matters[3]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SP0bm6BLR_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Iwlc_LBL_Gc/s1600-h/emm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SP0bm6BLR_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Iwlc_LBL_Gc/s200/emm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5259390295061776370" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just getting back into the gym for the first time in months... Definitely lacking the motivation.  One thing about working out that a lot of people forget about it is that you have to also eat healthy if you are going to really benefit from the work out.  Here are some tips for healthy eating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;"Eat Healthy" Monday 03&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;FACTS: French fries are the most widely eaten vegetable...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Annual cost for chronic conditions and diseases is big money:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$117 billion for obesity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$66 billion for high blood pressure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$432 billion for heart disease and strokes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;$50 billion for weight-loss aids&lt;/span&gt;, diet foods, supplements, and weight-loss medications&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;   yet obesity is still increasing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 79% likelihood exist that an overweight child will become an overweight adult.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 75% of adults don't eat the recommended daily 5 or more servings of fruits and vegetables.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Snack consumption by children has &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;increased 300%&lt;/span&gt; from 20 years ago.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;400,000 people die annually from poor eating habits and laziness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAKE ACTION TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. If you suffer from or have a family history of any of the aforementioned chronic conditions or diseases, consult your family physician for dietary counseling.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt; Although every individual is unique in his or her dietary needs, here are some ideas to help:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Eat fewer foods with refined grains and sugars; reduce your intake of fatty foods; and eat &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;smaller portions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Eat more dark vegetables, legumes, fruits, whole grains, low-fat milk products, and lean  &lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;meats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Eat slowly so that you will feel full before you've overeaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Don't reward yourself or children with food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Develop a routine and eat at similar times each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Drink plenty of water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;- Limit snacking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3. Eat to live; don't live to eat.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU MATTER&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;You deserve to be in good health&lt;/span&gt;.  For most, diabetes, hypertension, and other obesity related chronic diseases are preventable by simply eating healthy and exercising.  You will feel better than ever both mentally and physically-the only way to really live.  If you don't want to do it for yourself or your wallet, &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;do it for those who love you&lt;/span&gt;.  &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Just start...one day at a time.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-7346081475539022907?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7346081475539022907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=7346081475539022907&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7346081475539022907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7346081475539022907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/every-monday-matters3.html' title='Every Monday Matters[3]'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SP0bm6BLR_I/AAAAAAAAAEI/Iwlc_LBL_Gc/s72-c/emm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-5556825285424960271</id><published>2008-10-15T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T21:38:31.802-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"The Encounter"</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/cF1BkSSRDE4"&gt;  &lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/cF1BkSSRDE4" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;  &lt;/object&gt;&lt;div&gt;For those of you who are not located in the Northwest Suburbs of Chicago, The Encounter may be something new to you.  The Encounter is Community Worship night that happens twice a year. We started this event over 4 years ago with the heart to see God's Church come together for worship.  Not just the local church but the Church big "C."  This is video footage from the last Encounter in September.  Just to celebrate what God is doing I thought I would post this.  We had over 42 church's represented at this event with 8 worship pastors on stage, from 8 different church's, leading those people in worship.  It was such an amazing night.  We do have the potential to be the answer to Jesus prayer when he prayed in John 17:11 "so they may be one as we are one."  What would happen if the mavericks out there stopped trying to do ministry by themselves and linked arms with men and woman from church's in their community to not only worship together, but live life together. Yes, the local church is still God's plan to reach our world... but it goes further than that.  It has to. It's about the Church coming together like never before... or the Church coming together like "before"...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-5556825285424960271?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5556825285424960271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=5556825285424960271&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/5556825285424960271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/5556825285424960271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/encounter.html' title='&quot;The Encounter&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-9035034649470799854</id><published>2008-10-09T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-09T17:14:58.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Habitual Scatteredness"</title><content type='html'>I was reading a leadership blog the other day and came across some of this information.  I think it was one of Andy Stanley's blog's but I'm not sure.  Sometimes I feel like I get lost in blog world but here is what I was challenged with.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In our fast paced, twenty-four hour society we are constantly distracted and diverted from working on what we should be working on.  It creates lives of almost habitual scatteredness.  Focus is the sine qua non of reaching our potential.  This scatteredness is largely responsible for draining us of the energy we need to accomplish our goals.  Additionally, in Success 101, John Maxwell outlines three difficult situations that we need to be aware of and learn to manage around:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Activity Without Direction&lt;/span&gt; - doing things that don't seem to matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Burden Without Action&lt;/span&gt; - not being able to do things that really  matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conflict Without Resolution&lt;/span&gt; - not being able to deal with what's the matter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;These sap our energy because they chip away at our dignity and needlessly undermine our ability to focus.  If we find ourselves faced with any of these difficult circumstances, we need to work extra hard to manage around them.  The first step to accomplishing this is seeing the big picture and knowing our part in it.  Knowing our purpose can insulate us from many of the external distractions we face on a daily basis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Maxwell writes, "The better you are at making sure you're doing what you should be doing, the better chance y ou have for making an impact on others and being successful."  At the same time, not all stress is bad.  We need to look for opportunities within our circumstances to expand our capacity.  Loehr and Schwartz write in The Power of Full Engagement, that "Any form of stress that prompts discomfort has the potential to expand our capacity-physically, mentally, emotionally or spiritually-so long as it is followed by adequate recovery."  It's part of learning to manage yourself exceptionally well.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hope that was as insightful to you as it was to me.  I took some time and shared this with our youth leadership team, and really feel like it was good for them to hear and try to apply.  Take some time and write a list on each of the three energy drainers mentioned in this artical and begin to work towards a more fulfilled journey.  Seems to work...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-9035034649470799854?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/9035034649470799854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=9035034649470799854&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/9035034649470799854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/9035034649470799854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/habitual-scatteredness.html' title='&quot;Habitual Scatteredness&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-5544961510462376192</id><published>2008-10-08T13:03:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:09:59.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Week</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SO0TC5cWT6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dWzIm0yCd5c/s1600-h/IMG_0161.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SO0TC5cWT6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dWzIm0yCd5c/s320/IMG_0161.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254877280711626658" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;We found out today that my 3 year old son Cayden has Pneumonia.  Lets just say it's been a tough week at the Mudd home.  Again we could use your prayers.  Those of you who are parents you know how it is when your kids get sick.  I can handle my own sickness rather well, but when one of my kids are really sick... wow, that is killer.  I will admit, however, that I am really pathetic when I'm sick.  My wife always comments that I don't handle sickness well.  She may have even said I act like a girl when I'm sick but then again, who doesn't.... Right?&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/8507629778102544946-5544961510462376192?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5544961510462376192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=5544961510462376192&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/5544961510462376192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/5544961510462376192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/tough-week.html' title='Tough Week'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SO0TC5cWT6I/AAAAAAAAAEA/dWzIm0yCd5c/s72-c/IMG_0161.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-6072015783259224741</id><published>2008-10-08T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-08T13:12:18.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hate Being Sick...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SO0P9Hj9P9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/s5Om72LEzzo/s1600-h/IMG_0162.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SO0P9Hj9P9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/s5Om72LEzzo/s320/IMG_0162.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5254873882887536594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;For the few of you that are following my blog you may have noticed I have not posted for a few days.  First of all, thanks for noticing.  Second, I have been really sick.  Probably every two years I have this tendency to get so run down, that I catch whatever is out there.  Well this time as you can tell by the medication I am on, it's alittle more than the common cold but I am not dying.  I have bronchitis!  Awesome right?  Anyway I will be taking some time today to catch up on a few posts so please check back later.  If you can, I could use the prayers.  Our worship band is playing at a retreat this weekend and I can't sing a note at this point without sounding like I'm going through puberty.  Anyway, nothing spiritual just not feeling well and could use the prayers.  Or is it more spiritual than I know...&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/8507629778102544946-6072015783259224741?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/6072015783259224741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=6072015783259224741&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/6072015783259224741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/6072015783259224741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-hate-being-sick.html' title='I Hate Being Sick...'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SO0P9Hj9P9I/AAAAAAAAAD4/s5Om72LEzzo/s72-c/IMG_0162.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-2213207760316816313</id><published>2008-10-04T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-04T16:22:29.677-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walter Payton's "Roundhouse"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOf6mJl77lI/AAAAAAAAADw/gRhNzZC8sPw/s1600-h/WalterPayton3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOf6mJl77lI/AAAAAAAAADw/gRhNzZC8sPw/s320/WalterPayton3.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5253443023667981906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Easily one of my favorite football players of all time.  Walter Payton!  Tonight we are going to his restaurant in Aurora, IL. called "Roundhouse."  I have been there once before and was so overwhelmed with all that he accomplished in his career.  Here is a few things maybe you didn't know about Walter Payton.  He was inducted in the NFL Hall of Fame in 1993. He played in 9 pro bowls.  He was a first round draft pick.  The only professional team he played with was the Chicago Bears.  He never missed a game for injury and later said the reason he never got injured was because he would always strive to hit his opponent harder than they hit him.  He played his last NFL game on January 10th, 1988.  He was called "Sweetness" to the end.  But something few people have ever heard is this, he was offered an opportunity to be moved up on the donors list, but declined because he knew someone would have had to die so that he could live.  I'm looking forward to walking through the room that holds things that he valued here on earth.  To remember a man that died before his time.  A good man.  Not sure there will ever be another like him.  He was a hero.  I wonder if he knew Jesus.  I hope so...&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/8507629778102544946-2213207760316816313?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/2213207760316816313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=2213207760316816313&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/2213207760316816313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/2213207760316816313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/walter-paytons-roundhouse.html' title='Walter Payton&apos;s &quot;Roundhouse&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOf6mJl77lI/AAAAAAAAADw/gRhNzZC8sPw/s72-c/WalterPayton3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-7309120492424717806</id><published>2008-10-03T19:45:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-03T20:00:07.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"3 Sides"</title><content type='html'>There was a line in Top Gun, where he talks about breaking a major rule of engagement.  "You NEVER leave your wing-man."  That is just one of those rules you don't break.  Well, I have this standing rule that I typically refuse to break.  However, today I did.  Dang it!!  I hate when I do that. It's simple, there are 3 sides to every story... your side, their side, and the TRUTH.  Typically when I'm giving someone advice or listening to their story, I never react or give advice based on one side of the story.  There is always another side and typically that side is just as jaded as the other.  See the problem is... people perceive things differently!  Lets put it this way... perception is reality... UNTIL INTERRUPTED BY FACT!  The fact part is typically the truth that is rarely experienced because people are to busy giving others advice based on one side of the story.  I am typically soooo good at waiting to hear or being aware of, the different sides of a story, but I really blew it today.  I'm such a freaking rookie sometimes.  There is nothing more powerful then to sit two people down and hear each side of the story and then help THEM see the TRUTH in what is really going on.  I think the enemy really uses relationships to divide people. I know he uses people who mean well but only take sides when they should serious consider all sides. It's our responsibility to help people discover the TRUTH of what really happened and what needs to change.  Anyway, I blew it today, but it was a good reminder that I must continue to stay neutral and advise people based on the truth not someone's perception of that truth.  Ugh... does that make sense?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-7309120492424717806?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7309120492424717806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=7309120492424717806&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7309120492424717806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7309120492424717806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/3-sides.html' title='&quot;3 Sides&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-3637056089548867470</id><published>2008-10-02T05:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-02T06:19:45.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Injustice[2]</title><content type='html'> &lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKqQDLCMPTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/eKqQDLCMPTQ&amp;amp;hl=en&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Just another opportunity to discover ways we can help the world we live in.  I know that the poor was always on the heart of God and Jesus himself mentioned true religion was reaching out to those who can't help themselves.  It goes without say that we live a culture [America] that is very centered around self and the consuming power of "more."  If you have ever heard of the band Dispatch, then you will be familiar with "Braddigan."  "Braddigan" is a band that the drummer of Dispatch, Brad Corrigan, started.  He has taken his ministry [Love Light and Melody] to the trash dumps of Nicaragua and is bringing awareness to the world.  If you would like more information on how you can help and support Love Light and Melody, visit &lt;a href="http://www.lovelightandmelody.org/"&gt;www.lovelightandmelody.org&lt;/a&gt;.  Buy a shirt... sponsor someone... make a difference... or just simply be aware...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(0, 0, 238); text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-3637056089548867470?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3637056089548867470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=3637056089548867470&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3637056089548867470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3637056089548867470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/10/social-injusticce2.html' title='Social Injustice[2]'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-3794551434542650682</id><published>2008-09-30T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T17:44:14.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Monday Matters[2]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOLE-8DG-4I/AAAAAAAAADg/KA1eQjBZkFY/s1600-h/emm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOLE-8DG-4I/AAAAAAAAADg/KA1eQjBZkFY/s320/emm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251976701017521026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok... so missed Monday's post... here it is.  Hope you enjoyed your Monday.  This one has proved to be a tough one for me.&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"&gt;"Turn Off Your TV"  Monday 02&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facts:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 99% of all homes have at least one TV -45% have three or more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 56% of all 8 to 16 year-olds have a TV in their bedroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- A person watches TV on average of 40 days per year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Children spend 1,023 hours a year watching TV compared to 900 hours in school.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- 200,000 violent acts, including 16,000 murders, will be seen on TV by children before their 18th birthday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Roughly 70% of all TV shows include sexual content, with an average of five sexual scenes per hour.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- On average, 38.5 minutes per week of meaningful conversation happens between a parent and their child.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;TAKE ACTION TODAY:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Turn of your TV today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Designate certain TV-free times throughout the week to reduce viewing hours.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Remove TV's from the bedrooms, kitchen, etc.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Make a list of activities to do besides watching TV - activities like reading, biking, swimming, walking, gardening[who does that] or socializing with friends.  The start doing them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5.  Avoid using TV as a reward - this only increases its power.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;6.  Be more selective about programming and choose history, travel, cooking, home repair/design, and other educational themes.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU MATTER:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;70% of people say that no matter how hard they try, they never seem to have enough time to do everything they need to do.  ARe you part of that 70%?  If you give up TV for just one day a week, you can exercise for the recommended weekly amount necessary for healthy living, read over 20 books a year, or spend more time with your loved ones.  Instead of watching a rerun of Friends, go make some.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-3794551434542650682?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3794551434542650682/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=3794551434542650682&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3794551434542650682'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3794551434542650682'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-monday-matter2.html' title='Every Monday Matters[2]'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOLE-8DG-4I/AAAAAAAAADg/KA1eQjBZkFY/s72-c/emm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-4139628061412136794</id><published>2008-09-30T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-30T16:23:29.781-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Tap Shoes"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOIy3qx9lbI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZSeGUD2z818/s1600-h/images.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOIy3qx9lbI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZSeGUD2z818/s200/images.jpeg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5251816047425459634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;I was completely upset.  I can't even begin to describe all the emotions I was dealing with a few weeks ago over something as simple as "Tap Shoes."  Here is the story.  My daughter, Alexia, just began a new dance class at the age of 5 years old.  There was a mix up in her registration and the dance academy decided to take it up on themselves to move her out of a class with all her friends to a different day that was less crowded.  Frustrating but we dealt with it.  So her first day arrived and she was so excited.  We got her there on time and while my wife changed her into her ballet shoes I parked the car.  The emotions started quickly when I got into the dance studio and saw my little girl in a line of little girls with her little white ballet slippers on looking down at all the other girls feet as they supported there BRAND NEW TAP SHOES!!!!!  NO ONE TOLD US SHE NEEDED TAP SHOES!!!  I can't describe to you how angry and upset I was.  If you could have seen the look on her face... I completely flashed back to all those times growing up where I felt left out, and I did what any dad in that moment would do... I ran as fast as I could to our car and broke every traffic law getting to the Payless Shoe store down the road.  The lady must have thought I was  nuts as I came sprinting into the store screaming about "Tap Shoes" and stupid dance teachers.  Needless to say by the time I got back they had all changed into their ballet shoes.  I got those tap shoes out of the box and held them up to the window so my daughter could see that she had her own "Tap Shoes" like everyone else.  The look of joy and excitement on her face was what I will remember for the rest of my life.  I love being a dad... but I really hate dance teachers now...&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/8507629778102544946-4139628061412136794?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/4139628061412136794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=4139628061412136794&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4139628061412136794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4139628061412136794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/i-was-completely-upset.html' title='&quot;Tap Shoes&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SOIy3qx9lbI/AAAAAAAAADY/ZSeGUD2z818/s72-c/images.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-6680904842973510337</id><published>2008-09-25T14:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T14:36:15.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get Rid Of The "Junk"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNwB3dvODJI/AAAAAAAAACY/w5mN2ELnzBI/s1600-h/Hockey_goal_cmd_2004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNwB3dvODJI/AAAAAAAAACY/w5mN2ELnzBI/s200/Hockey_goal_cmd_2004.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5250073317994269842" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Following up my blog on NothingButNets, I figured I would share a thought with everyone.  It doesn't have to do with bed nets but with hocky/soccer nets.  I remember a scene from "Mighty Ducks," where they were trying to teach the defense to clean up the junk in front of the net because a majority of the time the opposing team scores off rebounds.  It is interesting to me how often we take care of ourselves physically and spiritually, but rarely do we take care of ourselves mentally.  Everyone of us through situations of life, or people, or simply how we were raised, have junk that we "manage."  What really happens with that junk that we think we manage is it just kinda hangs out "in front of the net" waiting for the "opposing team" to score a goal.  Like anything if we don't deal with it, it gets increasingly worse.  It's no different with our "junk."  I have been seeing a counselor for sometime now and I have to say it has been one of the most enlightening and healthy experiences of my life.  None of us really know how well we are handling the things that life throws at us.  We may think we are managing them, but our junk continues to hurt us, and worse, it effects those we are in relationship with even more.  I not only think it's important and healthy to find yourself on a "couch" talking with someone that God has educated and gifted to help us process those things that seem to really effect us, but I also believe it is absolutely irresponsible not to.  Once a month, twice a month, once a quarter... go take some time and "clean the junk up from in front of the net."  Maybe then you will find your way to freedom from things that you didn't realize were hurting you and those around you... Maybe you will even discover the person God created... Maybe you will for once, hear the "VOICE OF TRUTH"... maybe the enemy will stop using your junk to score goals...&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/8507629778102544946-6680904842973510337?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/6680904842973510337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=6680904842973510337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/6680904842973510337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/6680904842973510337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/get-rid-of-junk.html' title='Get Rid Of The &quot;Junk&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNwB3dvODJI/AAAAAAAAACY/w5mN2ELnzBI/s72-c/Hockey_goal_cmd_2004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-91530051928131299</id><published>2008-09-24T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T21:54:58.465-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Social Injustice</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNsYsRugDUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyR79wQZRl8/s1600-h/NBN_web_banner.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;display: block; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: auto; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: auto; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNsYsRugDUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyR79wQZRl8/s400/NBN_web_banner.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249816939582197058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Each week I just want to take a moment and highlight an initiative that seems to be making a huge impact in the world of "social injustice."  It has been nice to see the church begin to respond to the needs of the world both at home and abroad.  It is definitely time people like Bono and Oprah stop leading the charge in the area of "social injustice," and time we the Church set the pace.  My friend Diego is a defense-man for the Chicago Fire and is also very involved with NOTHING BUT NETS.  He is one of the spokesman for the initiative and he and his wife Ginna have done  A LOT to see bed nets sent over sees to stop the spread of Malaria in countries around the world.  For just 10 dollars  you can send a bed net oversees and not only do you save a life but you can actually save a family.  Each family is educated on the use of the bed net along with the need for it.  Please visit &lt;a href="http://www.nothingbutnets.net"&gt;nothingbutnets.net&lt;/a&gt; and explore what is taking place to save people from this disease.  I promise you will be moved to act and someone's life will be different.  Send a net, save a life!&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/8507629778102544946-91530051928131299?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/91530051928131299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=91530051928131299&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/91530051928131299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/91530051928131299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/social-injustice.html' title='Social Injustice'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNsYsRugDUI/AAAAAAAAACQ/VyR79wQZRl8/s72-c/NBN_web_banner.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-3806189591051539483</id><published>2008-09-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-24T22:06:15.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cat Is Out Of The Bag...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNl6PsVLftI/AAAAAAAAACI/qx91HJujNRY/s1600-h/rayboltz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNl6PsVLftI/AAAAAAAAACI/qx91HJujNRY/s200/rayboltz.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5249361250693643986" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;...and Ray Boltz is out of "the closet."  For those of you who have been a Christian in the last 3 decades you know who Ray Boltz is.  From songs like "Watch The Lamb" and "I Pledge Allegience" to some of my favorites like "Thank You" and "I Will Praise The Lord," Ray's songs have both encouraged us and inspired us.  I don't think many of his songs escaped even the "human video" era of our church's.  He truly was and has been one of the great song writers/singers of the Church.  So maybe it has come as a huge surprise to you that Ray Boltz has announced in the last few weeks that he is in fact "gay."  I guess I am struggling between surprise and, well, not surprised at all.  I believe when I first heard the claim, my first reaction was, "NO WAY!"  However, serving in ministry today, is a lot different than it was years ago.  There seems to be a new "freedom" to confess and be open about our sin.  As much as I love the transparency of calling sin what it is and getting it out in the light, I still feel we have a duty to repent and turn from it.  The purpose of sharing it, is to deal with it.  There is definately a new sense of grace and a non-judgmental spirit in this generation, but that cannot be replaced with complacency and justification.  Ray Boltz at 55 years of age, has decided to embrace the "way God made him," and leave his wife of 33 years to "live a homosexual lifestyle."  I'm truly sorry that he has had to fight this for as long as he can remember, but he is no different than the rest of us who fight the weaknesses and sin that exist in all of us.  I don't judge him for his feelings and desire to live in sin.  We are all sinners and struggle with things that have haunted us for as long as we can remember.  However, just because it seems to have played a role in defining who we are today, does not mean it's ok to indulge in it.  I will not tackle in this blog my feelings on his comment that "it is who God made him to be."  I personally think that is a lie from the enemy that any of us, wether we are alcoholic's or adulterers or abusive or even liars, could claim and just accept.  Ray, God has used you in a tremendous way, I believe He has blessed you because of your faithfulness to what is right and for struggling for so long.  I believe your "sin" is no different than mine, I have just chosen to call it what it is... sin.  When we start saying that our sin is not our choice, that it is what we were born to be, then we are simply saying that God created us to live a life counter to or against what He has called us and even commanded us to live in freedom from.  Homosexuality is a sin. It is a sin like a lot of sins all of us struggle to stay in victory over.  However, the wages of sin is still DEATH...  May we continue to be transparent...  May we continue to battle the flesh... And may we continue to live in the blessing of God as we strive to live holy before Him who called us out of darkness into His MARVELOUS LIGHT!!!  I am truly saying this from my heart... I am praying for you Ray Boltz and your family, who will continue to feel the pain of this decision for years to come.&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/8507629778102544946-3806189591051539483?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/3806189591051539483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=3806189591051539483&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3806189591051539483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/3806189591051539483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/cat-is-out-of-bag.html' title='The Cat Is Out Of The Bag...'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNl6PsVLftI/AAAAAAAAACI/qx91HJujNRY/s72-c/rayboltz.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-4425777593433030443</id><published>2008-09-22T04:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:14:34.388-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Every Monday Matters[1]</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNeP-uJZpzI/AAAAAAAAACA/MTsBvso7YDk/s1600-h/emm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNeP-uJZpzI/AAAAAAAAACA/MTsBvso7YDk/s200/emm.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5248822198425724722" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is a book right now call Every Monday Matters that simply gives you unique things to do on Monday to make a difference.  I am going to start off each week by highlighting one of those creative things we can do to make a difference in some way.  "EVERYONE has the power of greatness.  Not for fame, but greatness.  Because greatness is determined by SERVICE."  Dr.  Martin Luther King Jr.  So take some time every monday to stop by and read one of these "Every Monday Matters" moments and just try a few of them during the day.  So here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;WHAT MATTERS MOST - MONDAY 01&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Facts:  The average person spends:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;100 hours a year commuting to work compared to 80 hours of vacation time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;91 hours a week at work for dual-career couples with kids.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.8 hours a day doing household activities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2.6 hours a day watching television.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;8.6 hours a day sleeping.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Time is a non-renewable resource.  Once it is used up, you can't get it back."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Take Action Today:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Stop and think...then make a list of what matters most to you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Create a list of how you curently spend your time each week.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Organize your list of weekly activities and identify activities that are required and those that are optional and waste time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. Take steps to rearrange your schedule or reduce the optional activities so that you can spend time doing WHAT MATTERS MOST.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5. Don't waste time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;YOU MATTER: What really matters most to you?  Your relationships with family, friends, and children?  Helping others?  Passions?  Faith?  Security?  Health?  At the end of each year, don't you want to look back and see that you made a difference?  That you matter?  Today is the start of something new.  Start it off by making a difference in you, in your life, and in the lives of those you love.  This is your opportunity.  Time spent on what matters most is never a waste of time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-4425777593433030443?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/4425777593433030443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=4425777593433030443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4425777593433030443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4425777593433030443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/every-monday-matters1.html' title='Every Monday Matters[1]'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SNeP-uJZpzI/AAAAAAAAACA/MTsBvso7YDk/s72-c/emm.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-4361045329609256581</id><published>2008-09-11T21:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:15:24.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relational Stewardship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMn3FSbj6XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7NxWhm-ZV60/s1600-h/dumb_dumber6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMn3FSbj6XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7NxWhm-ZV60/s200/dumb_dumber6.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244994911268497778" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;In the church world we hear a lot of messages about giving.  We hear about tithing 10 percent of our income to the Lord.  One 10th off the top of our best.  God clearly talks about tithes and offerings all through scripture and I myself am not opposed to giving 10 percent and often times more.  But it seems like we spend alot of time talking about tithe and stewardship in regards to our money but what about relational stewardship?  What about the giving our lives to others.  What about the 100 percent tithe that Jesus calls us to give in the New Testament?  I guess I'm just wondering if we are faithful to our 10 percent tithe but treat people like CRAP... do we still experience and live in the full blessing of Christ.  Jesus came to this earth to die so that we could have a RELATIONSHIP with the Father.  He spent a majority of His time here on earth pouring into 12 men [BUILDING RELATIONSHIP].  I know people hurt us, I know people let us down, I know people are selfish and only think of themselves but like it or not God brings these people into our lives for a reason.  It seems we often build relationship with people because we know they offer us something.  On the other side of it we break relationship with people, treat them less then a friend or even a person, because we no longer have use for them.  No longer have use for a person God has created.  I believe just as God will hold us accountable for our "Giving" he will hold us accountable for the way we treat his people.  We reap what we sow like it or not.  If we don't stop viewing people as means to accomplish our goals and start viewing them as God's people who he has called us to be in relationship with then we suffer his judgement.  If you have a problem with a brother God calls us to "GO" to them.  If we feel someone has an issue with us, God calls us to "GO" to them.  Its funny how we seem to highlight the principles that we are good at living but down play the importance of the ones we suck at...&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/8507629778102544946-4361045329609256581?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/4361045329609256581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=4361045329609256581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4361045329609256581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4361045329609256581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/relational-stewardship.html' title='Relational Stewardship'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMn3FSbj6XI/AAAAAAAAAB4/7NxWhm-ZV60/s72-c/dumb_dumber6.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-4688176040134460575</id><published>2008-09-08T21:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T22:00:32.112-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice Makes Perfect</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMYC5LNgurI/AAAAAAAAABw/lRSKZdPxp9E/s1600-h/Encounter+914+keynote.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMYC5LNgurI/AAAAAAAAABw/lRSKZdPxp9E/s200/Encounter+914+keynote.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5243881997404781234" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;The encounter is just a few days away.  For those of you who do not know what the Encounter is, its a night of worship that all the churches in the area are invited to be part of.  We have been doing this for over a 4 years now and it is so amazing to see what God is doing.  This coming Sunday, September 14th at 6:00pm we are meeting with over 12 churches for a night a worship.  10 of the churches involved will have their worship pastors on stage as a part of the band and singers along with a choir of people from all the different churches.  I can't tell you how awesome it was tonight to spend a few hours at our last practice.  What an honor and joy to worship with all these people who represent "The Church".  We ended our practice singing the song that we will start The Encounter of with, The Revelation Song.  As we ended the song there was such a sweet moment of silence as we sat in the presence of an awesome God.  Wow, I have to believe that all of heaven was paying attention tonight feelings as if the people God created in His image are finally "GETTING IT".  I believe with all my heart that the church is still God's plan to save the world and it was cool to be part of "The Church" in such a small way tonight.  If you are interested in joining us Sunday night for The Encounter then go to theencounteronline.org for more information and join us as we celebrate the theme, Make Us ONE...&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/8507629778102544946-4688176040134460575?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/4688176040134460575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=4688176040134460575&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4688176040134460575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/4688176040134460575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/encounter-is-just-few-days-away.html' title='Practice Makes Perfect'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMYC5LNgurI/AAAAAAAAABw/lRSKZdPxp9E/s72-c/Encounter+914+keynote.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-5424544743428160435</id><published>2008-09-06T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T15:19:33.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blurred Vision</title><content type='html'>I did a wedding today and like most weddings, 1 Corinthians 13 was read.  There is a lot in that chapter to take in but something about it today jumped out at me.  "Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror, then we shall see face to face.  Sometimes I think we get so frustrated at our view of life because we are not seeing it clearly.  We are seeing it like a poor reflection as in a mirror.  The imagery here is of a polished metal [probably bronze] mirror in which someone would only recieve an imperfect reflection.  With a face to face encounter we see so much clearer.  We are promised that one day we get to experience that clarity but are never promised here on earth that kind of clarity.  Yeah, we see glimpses of His greatness and His majesty and His mercy and the list goes on, but we will never "fully" see until we stand before Him.  Sometimes we get frustrated with the unknown when that lack of clarity should remind us of who He is.  How big he is.  How CAPABLE He is to bring us through.  Maybe the lack of clarity keeps us relying on Him instead of our own understanding.  I guess I am being challenged to embrace the mystery of my God that is seen everyday in my life and others, knowing I may not always know or understand what is happening or why it is happening but that God is revealing Himself in so many ways that only scratch the service of who he is.  Think about it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-5424544743428160435?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/5424544743428160435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=5424544743428160435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/5424544743428160435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/5424544743428160435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/blurred-vision.html' title='Blurred Vision'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-7432219715488690435</id><published>2008-09-04T20:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:07:47.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Say "Hello"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMC-iaW6pvI/AAAAAAAAABA/oHrWhEErTZw/s1600-h/hello2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMC-iaW6pvI/AAAAAAAAABA/oHrWhEErTZw/s200/hello2.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5242399464659527410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Have you ever seen someone in public and they didn't say hello to you and you thought, "Wow, how rude is that.  What is wrong with them?"  It happens all the time.  However I've discovered more often then not the other person walks away saying the same thing about you.  What would happen if we stopped waiting for "the other person" to say hello and JUST SAY HELLO!  It doesn't matter if you are mad at them or they are mad at you, if you think they said something hurtful or maybe you said something hurtful, if you haven't seen them in a while or they haven't seen you in awhile, JUST SAY HELLO!  There are so many types of people in the world.  Someone will always find something to complain about or pick at.  Someone once said if you want to find dirt on someone you will find dirt; if you want to find gold you will find gold.  Depending on what someone is digging for determines what they find.  Don't give them room to say anything.  Say hello, love irrationally, be friendly and simply honor those that God created! [That means everyone]  I know it may seem like I'm rambling but to many times it has happened to me and you.  What would happen if you just took the initiative to say hello...&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/8507629778102544946-7432219715488690435?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/7432219715488690435/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=7432219715488690435&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7432219715488690435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/7432219715488690435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/just-say-hello.html' title='Just Say &quot;Hello&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMC-iaW6pvI/AAAAAAAAABA/oHrWhEErTZw/s72-c/hello2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-2928884245576638131</id><published>2008-09-02T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-04T22:09:31.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Special Day"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SL3Bw_DcriI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hT8Qgkg_RL8/s1600-h/IMG_3219.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="text-align: justify;float: left; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 10px; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-left: 0px; cursor: pointer; " src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SL3Bw_DcriI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hT8Qgkg_RL8/s200/IMG_3219.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5241558588632903202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;My daughter starts her second year of preschool tomorrow, which is hard to believe.  She turns 5 in October.  Wow, time sure does fly.  Today we got to spend the day with her getting things that she wanted for school.  We call it her "Special Day."  We are planning to do it with all of our kids before school starts each year.  It's a great time to just hang out with them and make the day completely about them.  We let her pick out her own back pack, folder, new outfit, and even let her decide where we went for lunch.  She picked "Chevy's" which was awesome because I love that place and she loves the dough they give her.  Spending the day with her was awesome and it was so cool to see how excited she got everytime we did something special for her.  If you see her in the next few weeks and you ask her about her special day I'm sure you will get an earful.  She did want to know when she gets her own "real" cell phone.  Anyway, as a father it was awesome doing that for her.  Not to spiritualize everything, but I'm sure that is how God feels when he gets to do special things for us.  I know that if we did that for our daughter everyday she would grow to expect it and not really appreciate it.  I wonder if that is why God sometimes seems to be "far" away.  Even though we know he isn't...&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/8507629778102544946-2928884245576638131?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/2928884245576638131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=2928884245576638131&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/2928884245576638131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/2928884245576638131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/09/special-day.html' title='&quot;Special Day&quot;'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SL3Bw_DcriI/AAAAAAAAAA4/hT8Qgkg_RL8/s72-c/IMG_3219.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8507629778102544946.post-8850634045871299218</id><published>2008-03-10T22:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:10:43.699-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogging Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/R9mkoKkYg2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BGziPk2EGMk/s1600-h/blogcover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/R9mkoKkYg2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BGziPk2EGMk/s200/blogcover1.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5177350256577774434" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Well, I thought I would attempt this whole blogging thing again.  I think I had unrealistic expectations the first time.  My plan was to blog each day, different thoughts and experiences I encounter on a given day.  Well as you can see that didn't happen.  Besides who wants to waste time reading random things I'm thinking or experiencing each day.  My goal this round is to simply sit down every Monday and share some ideas.  If you choose to come along on this journey with me that is awesome.  I do not want to arrogantly assume that anything I share here will radically change or touch your life.  I can't even say that is my intension for blogging.  I think I simply desire a place I can "get away" for a few moments in cyber world and express some thoughts and ideas that we seldom get to talk about.  So here are some things I will be sharing my opinion and thoughts on: Relational Stewardship.  God Talk - Where Is It? The Disease of Self - Part 2 among other interesting topics.  Well if anything it sounds exciting to me.  Enjoy your day and maybe we will encounter each other again next Monday.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8507629778102544946-8850634045871299218?l=dmudd.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/feeds/8850634045871299218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8507629778102544946&amp;postID=8850634045871299218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/8850634045871299218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8507629778102544946/posts/default/8850634045871299218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmudd.blogspot.com/2008/03/blogging.html' title='Blogging Again'/><author><name>Dave Mudd</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12016238794895528120</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='23' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/SMG2lEBHs8I/AAAAAAAAABI/paDp7kwTiSg/S220/davesblog.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_pEuULbaXWJ0/R9mkoKkYg2I/AAAAAAAAAAk/BGziPk2EGMk/s72-c/blogcover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
