<?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-3269468421078404813</id><updated>2012-02-16T14:04:40.387-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lost in Thought</title><subtitle type='html'>through prose, poetry, and prayer</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>6</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269468421078404813.post-7792187240012299748</id><published>2009-08-19T07:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-19T07:09:14.028-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Snatched out of Darkness</title><content type='html'>"And this I pray, that you may abound still more and more in real knowledge and all discernment, so that you may approve things that are excellent in order to be sincere and blameless until the day of Christ, having been filled with the fruit of righteousness which comes through Jesus Christ to the glory and praise of God!" -Philippians 1:9-11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is such a joyous feeling I can't hold it in but I don't know how to express it. I will probably write, read, re-read this so much to make sure it's in understandable English...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so excited to be on this side of summer and grateful that I am so joyful coming out of one of the biggest valleys of darkness I've known in my tiny life. I mean I know I'm only 26 and will have many more -perhaps darker- valleys but I am ecstatic to be where I am now and have been glorifying God morning to night lately!! The Lord truly delivers you when you bow your knee and ask for Him to intervene- throwing yourself- your career, your relationships, your life's plan- at His feet and surrender to His Will. My own ways, plans, ideas had failed me each one and I was clinging to them, thinking I knew everything and what I needed. But as someone once said- the best joke to tell God is your plans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where it started out but I do know that a few weeks ago I was sitting in Crossroads listening to a sermon on forgiveness- how much we owe Christ for what He did for our sins (somewhere around $6 million) and how in comparison we owe each other maybe a few hundred dollars and here's the kicker- Christ died on the cross and forgave that gigantic debt we owe God for our sins!! It hit me... I have 26 years of sin I've caused God and He's already forgiven it all but I can't seem to let go of some grudges, hate, and bitterness?? (Matt 18 covers all this!). Christ took this moment to dig really deep into me and pull up and throw away tons of bitter feelings, hate, and grudges I had been clinging too and He left me with a deep comforting peace. Not an elated feeling that went away but ...well a new me.... a blessing cup that is overflowing and pouring out with nothing but unending love for Him- who bled and died for me! I do ministry for Him now- not because I think I have some "duty" as a Christian to fulfill. Suddenly my friendships with men and women are wholesome and not dirtied with grudges, bitterness and clingyness. It's true we need community but it'll all melt away and people will come and go from our lives. In the "dark night of the soul" Christ is there and clinging to Him is the only way to get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am free. I can do anything now with the Lord by my side! I am so energized now to really get working on my Master's degree. I am so excited to be working with such intelligent professors and fellow graduate students. My hope is that I keep relying on the Lord to guide me and help me because I know now that it's the only way I'll get through anything!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was all inspired by reading about Mary Magdalene and how she was snatched out of her darkness of seven demons by Jesus and so therefore was free to love, and follow Him not only in His ministry but she had the courage to follow Him all the way to the cross. She stood at it for Him and then the next morning she went with the other women to give Jesus a proper burial even though they weren't sure how they'd get into the tomb. She then ran back to get the disciples to tell them about the empty tomb. She couldn't have done all this work without first being freed by Jesus!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adoration" Lyrics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down in adoration falling&lt;br /&gt;This great sacrament we hail&lt;br /&gt;Over ancient forms departing&lt;br /&gt;Newer rites of grace prevail&lt;br /&gt;Faith for all defects supplying&lt;br /&gt;Where the feeble senses fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the everlasting Father&lt;br /&gt;And the Son who reigns on high&lt;br /&gt;With the Spirit blest, proceeding&lt;br /&gt;Forth from each eternally&lt;br /&gt;Be salvation, honor, blessing&lt;br /&gt;Might and endless majesty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lamb of God, saving love for all&lt;br /&gt;Lord of heaven and earth, Father's love for all&lt;br /&gt;I bow to You&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, Lamb of God, saving love for all&lt;br /&gt;Lord of heav'n and earth&lt;br /&gt;I bow to You, bow to You, I bow to You&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pour upon us, Lord of mercy&lt;br /&gt;Spirit of Thy selfless love&lt;br /&gt;Make of us one true heart yearning&lt;br /&gt;For the glory of thy Son&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, fire of justice blazing&lt;br /&gt;Gladdening light forevermore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;written by St. Thomas Aquinas &amp; Matt Maher&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269468421078404813-7792187240012299748?l=michellelostinthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7792187240012299748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269468421078404813&amp;postID=7792187240012299748' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/7792187240012299748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/7792187240012299748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/2009/08/snatched-out-of-darkness.html' title='Snatched out of Darkness'/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269468421078404813.post-7243542524518956120</id><published>2009-03-02T23:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T23:16:56.691-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Raging against the world&lt;br /&gt;Angry bitter words fly out&lt;br /&gt;She feels heartache&lt;br /&gt;Wants to shed her own blood&lt;br /&gt;The world says she doesn't look correct&lt;br /&gt;act correct&lt;br /&gt;Always screwing up&lt;br /&gt;Why bother?&lt;br /&gt;What's the use?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I don't want to go to Hell&lt;br /&gt;What do I do then?&lt;br /&gt;How to push on&lt;br /&gt;What if I've been lying this whole time&lt;br /&gt;I can't preach if I lie&lt;br /&gt;Can I preach if I'm weak?&lt;br /&gt;I'm too weak to preach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus doesn't want me does He?&lt;br /&gt;Will I die an old maid?&lt;br /&gt;Because I didn't get it right?&lt;br /&gt;I didn't love Him enough?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitterly hating love songs&lt;br /&gt;Crying seeing happy couples&lt;br /&gt;Weeping when being single means&lt;br /&gt;you are a loser&lt;br /&gt;According to this world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But even the saddest Psalter knows&lt;br /&gt;He's loved&lt;br /&gt;She's got someone to back her up&lt;br /&gt;Life is fine &lt;br /&gt;Because the Father's got the Plan&lt;br /&gt;He gave the sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;We are clean&lt;br /&gt;Who call Him King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon those bitter tears &lt;br /&gt;Will be dancing&lt;br /&gt;Soon those crying eyes will&lt;br /&gt;Sleep a good sleep&lt;br /&gt;Soon that soul will &lt;br /&gt;be rested&lt;br /&gt;Because Only in God&lt;br /&gt;Is my soul at rest&lt;br /&gt;In Him&lt;br /&gt;Comes my&lt;br /&gt;Salvation.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269468421078404813-7243542524518956120?l=michellelostinthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/7243542524518956120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269468421078404813&amp;postID=7243542524518956120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/7243542524518956120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/7243542524518956120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/2009/03/raging-against-world-angry-bitter-words.html' title=''/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269468421078404813.post-575349314609281175</id><published>2009-01-04T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-04T22:11:44.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Her dress is simple&lt;br /&gt;Purple like the twilight sky&lt;br /&gt;His garb is simple&lt;br /&gt;Yet He is Royalty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They float across the sea&lt;br /&gt;Dancing together&lt;br /&gt;He shows her all He's made&lt;br /&gt;The mountains that &lt;br /&gt;Point to the Celestial Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even they are humbled by Him though&lt;br /&gt;Never touching it&lt;br /&gt;The sea roars but&lt;br /&gt;Whispers at His biding&lt;br /&gt;So I am not frightened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as He looks down at me&lt;br /&gt;He smiles and Love&lt;br /&gt;Deeper than any sea &lt;br /&gt;Pours into me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His eyes are not one color &lt;br /&gt;For as I look in them I see&lt;br /&gt;Ages and all of ancient creation&lt;br /&gt;He embraces me and we laugh&lt;br /&gt;And laugh&lt;br /&gt;It echoes through the world&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We laugh so hard we tear up&lt;br /&gt;And I cry &lt;br /&gt;And my Jesus says&lt;br /&gt;"Do not let your heart be troubled."&lt;br /&gt;And I am content in my Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(inspired by listening to "Before the Throne of God Above" by Selah)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269468421078404813-575349314609281175?l=michellelostinthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/575349314609281175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269468421078404813&amp;postID=575349314609281175' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/575349314609281175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/575349314609281175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/2009/01/her-dress-is-simple-purple-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269468421078404813.post-3374932705431250136</id><published>2008-12-01T23:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T23:43:11.553-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Removing the knife</title><content type='html'>I wanted to write a poem tonight about despair. But I already wrote one and so here I am sharing it on this blog.&lt;br /&gt;I wrote this in one of my darkest hours. I have come far in that the breaking of my heart does not crater me. In this case it was a broken heart over a guy I dwelt on for too long. Letting go was like having a piece of me torn of- ripped off- I didn't feel whole anymore. Lately it is how my anxiety has been making me feel. However,  It seems to floor me still and I feel crushed. But not cratered. Despairing but not utterly hopeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Removing the Knife&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you remove this knife that pierces the heart?&lt;br /&gt;How do you heal the wound it leaves?&lt;br /&gt;How do you dry the tears?&lt;br /&gt;How do you catch your breath?&lt;br /&gt;You know you want to live&lt;br /&gt;You know there is hope&lt;br /&gt;You know that nothing lasts forever&lt;br /&gt;Even heartbreak.&lt;br /&gt;Oh Angel of God my Guardian Dear&lt;br /&gt;My heart needs protection&lt;br /&gt;It needs a shield of Love&lt;br /&gt;Please guard it from this pain&lt;br /&gt;And allow me to live again&lt;br /&gt;Let the Music Flow through my veins again&lt;br /&gt;And heal all that hurts&lt;br /&gt;For my love is so deep for him&lt;br /&gt;Longing to see him happy&lt;br /&gt;And may he never feel down again&lt;br /&gt;But where are my well wishings?&lt;br /&gt;When will the dark curtain rise&lt;br /&gt;And shine forth&lt;br /&gt;To show white shores and&lt;br /&gt;A boat to share with another?&lt;br /&gt;I will wait patiently&lt;br /&gt;But please do not leave me my angel&lt;br /&gt;We will sit with each other&lt;br /&gt;And let us say all that needs to be said&lt;br /&gt;And then let go&lt;br /&gt;To lift each other up&lt;br /&gt;And go on our own ways&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269468421078404813-3374932705431250136?l=michellelostinthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/3374932705431250136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269468421078404813&amp;postID=3374932705431250136' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/3374932705431250136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/3374932705431250136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/2008/12/removing-knife.html' title='Removing the knife'/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269468421078404813.post-9024707626784203139</id><published>2008-11-25T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-25T20:33:02.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pride</title><content type='html'>It's a horrible disease.&lt;br /&gt;It makes your insides rot and your soul turn foul.&lt;br /&gt;It tears you up and leaves you exhausted.&lt;br /&gt; It screws with your head and convinces you you'll never be happy.&lt;br /&gt;"...walk by the Spirit and you will not carry out the desire of the flesh..."&lt;br /&gt;Shredded to bits&lt;br /&gt;Numb and bewildered.&lt;br /&gt;No future.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing anymore.&lt;br /&gt;Life is suddenly a broken record.&lt;br /&gt;I want nothing more than to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Rip it off of the player!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Crying out in pain!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;And toss it into the eternal flames where it belongs!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cry out in utter shame and it desperation to you Oh Lord!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Pride is useless,&lt;br /&gt;It leads to many dead ended streets&lt;br /&gt;With names like&lt;br /&gt;Jealousy,&lt;br /&gt;Spite,&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness,&lt;br /&gt;Anxiety,&lt;br /&gt;Fear....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only wish to be rid of it...&lt;br /&gt;and sit in peace and&lt;br /&gt;bask in the mercy of my one true&lt;br /&gt;everlasting God--&lt;br /&gt;Jesus Christ himself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269468421078404813-9024707626784203139?l=michellelostinthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/9024707626784203139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269468421078404813&amp;postID=9024707626784203139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/9024707626784203139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/9024707626784203139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/2008/11/pride.html' title='Pride'/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3269468421078404813.post-4500689165687259814</id><published>2008-10-16T20:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T00:21:48.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man of My Dreams</title><content type='html'>Eyes of the deepest love,&lt;br /&gt;and unfathomable mercy.&lt;br /&gt;Arms are so strong&lt;br /&gt;Lifting up all of my troubles&lt;br /&gt;all of my faults&lt;br /&gt;all that makes me cringe in terror&lt;br /&gt;of myself&lt;br /&gt;and bore them on his shoulders&lt;br /&gt;just for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has never hit anyone&lt;br /&gt;He has never beaten a woman&lt;br /&gt;He has never raped a woman&lt;br /&gt;All he does is good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The young and the old he holds dear&lt;br /&gt;The sick and the dying he comforts&lt;br /&gt;The poor and the outcast he blesses.&lt;br /&gt;The babies and children he calls to himself&lt;br /&gt;The repentant criminal and the righteous he loves both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is courageous&lt;br /&gt;Braver than the bravest soldier&lt;br /&gt;Death does not make him flinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is the Author of Life&lt;br /&gt;The Redeemer of the World&lt;br /&gt;The Savior of All&lt;br /&gt;The King of Kings who&lt;br /&gt;Calls me beautiful&lt;br /&gt;Loves me for the woman I am&lt;br /&gt;Embraces me&lt;br /&gt;Kisses me tenderly&lt;br /&gt;And whispers that he Loves Me&lt;br /&gt;Everyday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The man of my dreams...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;His name is &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;Jesus Christ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;And He wants to be the man of your dreams too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3269468421078404813-4500689165687259814?l=michellelostinthought.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/feeds/4500689165687259814/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3269468421078404813&amp;postID=4500689165687259814' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/4500689165687259814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3269468421078404813/posts/default/4500689165687259814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://michellelostinthought.blogspot.com/2008/10/guy-of-my-dreams.html' title='The Man of My Dreams'/><author><name>Gal220</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06063604649909688130</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
