<?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-7507829603810157643</id><updated>2011-08-18T07:02:55.925-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Daybreak Devotionals</title><subtitle type='html'>Some Trip, Fall, or Crawl - But, These Women of the Bible are for Y'all!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>33</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-2450302405040386709</id><published>2008-12-28T17:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T18:10:49.205-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ten Coins, One Lost, $150,000 Found!</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;     Normal   0               false   false   false      EN-US   X-NONE   X-NONE                                                     MicrosoftInternetExplorer4                                                   &lt;![endif]--&gt;&lt;!--[if gte mso 9]&gt;</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/2450302405040386709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=2450302405040386709' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/2450302405040386709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/2450302405040386709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/12/ten-coins-one-lost-150000-found.html' title='Ten Coins, One Lost, $150,000 Found!'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4991258836597938843</id><published>2008-10-28T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T18:48:49.351-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Two Brothers, One Blanket, and a Crippled Woman</title><summary type='text'>Brandon was only four and when I asked his older brother Marty 16 to babysit, I thought I was brilliant. I'd save money and the boys would bond. Life would be grand. Or not!  Hey, it sounded like a good idea, until the phone kept ringing at my office. Each time, I heard this tiny voice. "Mom, Marty's picking on me. He won't let me watch TV. Mom, Marty won't let me eat anymore cereal. Mom, he told</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4991258836597938843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4991258836597938843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4991258836597938843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4991258836597938843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/10/two-brothers-one-blanket-and-crippled.html' title='Two Brothers, One Blanket, and a Crippled Woman'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-7364395384321916666</id><published>2008-08-27T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T20:28:01.282-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Phoebe, Walking Shoes of Faith</title><summary type='text'>     Most people don't ask for my help. I tend to get in the way. I guess it's because I create more work, so those who know me best, love it when I don't offer any assistance. Yes, my friends can attest to my chaotic and often clumsy approach to chores, tasks, and simple things. I drop. I spill. I make messes. I stumble. I fall. I bump into walls. I laugh. I cry. I over think certain aspects of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/7364395384321916666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=7364395384321916666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/7364395384321916666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/7364395384321916666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/08/phoebe-walking-shoes-of-faith.html' title='Phoebe, Walking Shoes of Faith'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-396713986014620112</id><published>2008-07-11T21:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-11T21:17:30.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Drusilla Rejects the Message?</title><summary type='text'>   Drusilla was the prodigal poster child for girls, although her family tree is tainted with relatives who opposed God.      Her great uncle decapitated John the Baptist and Drusilla’s father was consumed by worms for persecuting Christians. Her great grandfather tried to kill all Jewish toddler boys under the age of two during the time when Jesus was a baby.     Her family had a history of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/396713986014620112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=396713986014620112' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/396713986014620112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/396713986014620112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/07/drusilla-rejects-message.html' title='Drusilla Rejects the Message?'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4351026855591550674</id><published>2008-06-12T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T20:35:11.542-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sapphira - Lies and Deception</title><summary type='text'>Real estate signs are everywhere today. Especially for sale signs. The market is inundated with people who need to sell their homes. What if you sold your property and made a huge profit, would you give all of your money away? A portion? Any at all?In this story of Ananias and Sapphira, we have a husband and wife team who are believers. At the end of Acts 4, we read how all the believers in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4351026855591550674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4351026855591550674' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4351026855591550674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4351026855591550674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/06/sapphira-lies-and-deception.html' title='Sapphira - Lies and Deception'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-6707149666517366238</id><published>2008-05-05T08:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-05T08:30:06.751-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mother's Day Sayings Span Time</title><summary type='text'>Moms have a way of using our middle names when we’re in trouble.   As a kid, whenever I heard a certain pitch in my mother’s voice and the words "Pamela Anne," I knew Mom was not happy with me. Actually I heard my twin’s name more often than mine, "Melody Lynne," Mom would call.  See, Melody pretty much tested Mom’s patience, which sometimes resulted in punishment and this gave me insight as to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/6707149666517366238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=6707149666517366238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/6707149666517366238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/6707149666517366238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/05/mothers-day-sayings-span-time.html' title='Mother&apos;s Day Sayings Span Time'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-1407553013423216047</id><published>2008-04-13T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T18:59:14.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rhoda Sees Peter, after His Prison Escape!</title><summary type='text'>Has anyone ever called you crazy? Or off your rocker?Rhoda worked for New Testament Christians; we meet her in the book of Acts, chapter 12, and the praying Christians accuse her of being off her rocker. Here they are praying for Peter's release from prison, asking God for a miracle and Peter is standing at their front door, literally.He knocks on the door. He kicks the dirt from his sandals, and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/1407553013423216047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=1407553013423216047' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1407553013423216047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1407553013423216047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/04/rhoda-sees-peter-after-his-prison.html' title='Rhoda Sees Peter, after His Prison Escape!'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-2369842052646943595</id><published>2008-03-08T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T13:00:32.811-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter will Never Be the Same for Lydia</title><summary type='text'>Have you made plans for Easter? Already have the menu planned? Ready to color those eggs for an Easter Egg Hunt? What would you do if God changed your plan? Are you flexible, ready to travel to wherever God sends you?In Acts 16:9 we learn about how Paul had a vision of a man from Macedonia who was standing and begging him, “Come over to Macedonia and help us.”After Paul had the vision, his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/2369842052646943595/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=2369842052646943595' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/2369842052646943595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/2369842052646943595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2008/03/easter-will-never-be-same-for-lydia.html' title='Easter will Never Be the Same for Lydia'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-8678534524830479643</id><published>2007-11-17T12:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-17T12:35:08.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widow's Mite</title><summary type='text'>Jesus sat at the temple treasury as people dropped their offering into the receptacles. One by one. A group. Two men. Some women. And then, he saw her. Most did not. Would you have picked her out in the crowd? Would you have noticed?This widow holding two small coins worth less than a penny walked up to the temple. She carried her life savings in her hand. It was all she had. No husband. No other</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/8678534524830479643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=8678534524830479643' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8678534524830479643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8678534524830479643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/11/widows-mite.html' title='Widow&apos;s Mite'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-818938214952251525</id><published>2007-10-16T16:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-16T16:20:01.578-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Can only Imagine, Mary at Bethany</title><summary type='text'>Six days before the Passover, Jesus arrived at Bethany, the very house where Lazarus lived. You know the guy Jesus had raised from the dead. At this house a dinner is being held in honor of Jesus. Martha served, while Lazarus reclined at the table with Jesus. I suppose this is where the first recliner was invented – at the house of Lazarus.While the guys are reclining, Mary (remember, she is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/818938214952251525/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=818938214952251525' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/818938214952251525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/818938214952251525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/10/i-can-only-imagine-mary-at-bethany.html' title='I Can only Imagine, Mary at Bethany'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-1057537790457193544</id><published>2007-09-21T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-09-21T19:17:29.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tabitha Lives for God</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever watch the television show, Bewitched in the 60’s, early 70’s?Well, even it you never watched it, plenty of people did. It was the longest running supernatural show on TV.  Samantha, a nose-twitching witch, and her mortal husband, Darrin were on this romantic comedy. This show endures some pretty vexing life situations.   And we have a mother-in-law Endora and she doesn't like Darrin.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/1057537790457193544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=1057537790457193544' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1057537790457193544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1057537790457193544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/09/tabitha-lives-for-god.html' title='Tabitha Lives for God'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-1019242469077710809</id><published>2007-08-21T18:49:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-21T18:49:51.189-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Go Camping with Priscilla</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever gone camping? Do you know how to put up a tent? Have you ever known a tent maker? Well, I do, I know a tent maker, but she lived a very long time ago. By profession, Priscilla and her husband Aquila were tent makers, and Paul the apostle met them at Corinth.   In between his preaching stints, Paul worked with them making tents in the synagogue. Maybe, that’s where the phrase 'tent" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/1019242469077710809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=1019242469077710809' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1019242469077710809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1019242469077710809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/08/lets-go-camping-with-priscilla.html' title='Let&apos;s Go Camping with Priscilla'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-1535162852772633818</id><published>2007-07-31T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-31T17:25:59.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you Foolish or Wise?</title><summary type='text'>By Pam Kumpe Our story for today, found in Matthew 25 introduces us to ten virgins, five who are wise, and five who are foolish. The foolish women took their lamps, but no oil, while the wise took their oil and their lamps. The bridegroom was delayed, so they all slept. Around midnight a cry was heard, which said, "The bridegroom is coming, go out to meet him. The women arose, and the foolish </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/1535162852772633818/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=1535162852772633818' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1535162852772633818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1535162852772633818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/07/are-you-foolish-or-wise.html' title='Are you Foolish or Wise?'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-3877475378850563885</id><published>2007-07-07T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-07T07:29:56.087-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary and Martha - Someone Gets Mad</title><summary type='text'>If Jesus came for a visit how would you respond?Jesus entered a village and Martha welcomed him into her home. Martha’s sister, Mary sat down at the Lord’s feet listening to what he was saying, but Martha was distracted by her many tasks –Now Martha came to Jesus and asked, “Lord, don’t you care that my sister has left me with all the work, by myself? Tell her to help me.”I love it, the Lord sees</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/3877475378850563885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=3877475378850563885' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/3877475378850563885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/3877475378850563885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/07/mary-and-martha-someone-gets-mad.html' title='Mary and Martha - Someone Gets Mad'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-1008584344358647312</id><published>2007-06-12T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T20:56:29.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Anna Sees Jesus, Will You?</title><summary type='text'>Did you know Anna means grace? She is one of my favorite women in the Bible, a faithful woman; one I can learn a few things from, especially in her faithfulness. As a prophetess, she held a rare role in history, as a woman who is actually identified by name, she served God and actually saw baby Jesus.She spent her days praying at the Temple, and she was doing what she did everyday, on the very </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/1008584344358647312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=1008584344358647312' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1008584344358647312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/1008584344358647312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/06/anna-sees-jesus-will-you.html' title='Anna Sees Jesus, Will You?'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-287732268663503799</id><published>2007-05-09T16:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-09T16:56:41.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Woman Left Behind!</title><summary type='text'>The Bible says no person knows when the Son of Man will return. Even the Son and the angels in heaven don't know when that day or time will be. Only the Father knows. Remember Noah, when the flood came, well when the Son of Man comes, it will be the same as the thing that happened during his time. Prior to the flood, people were eating and drinking, going about their business. They were marrying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/287732268663503799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=287732268663503799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/287732268663503799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/287732268663503799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/05/woman-left-behind.html' title='The Woman Left Behind!'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4299380064114615746</id><published>2007-05-03T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-03T19:31:33.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Salome Asks God for a Favor</title><summary type='text'>Who would have the nerve to ask Jesus such a thing?Salome asked Jesus to give her sons James and John the best seats in the house, literally. She wanted one son to sit at his left and one to sit at his right as she thought Jesus Kingdom would be on earth, not in heaven.She asked for a favor for her sons, and she received a bad reputation for her act, but don’t toss her aside, she did follow Jesus</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4299380064114615746/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4299380064114615746' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4299380064114615746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4299380064114615746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/05/salome-asks-god-for-favor.html' title='Salome Asks God for a Favor'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-9153820500615013134</id><published>2007-04-26T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T16:45:40.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary Magdalene Hears a Voice</title><summary type='text'>Are you a follower of Jesus? Or are you a leader of a group? Well, Mary Magdalene led a group of women and they were prominent followers of Jesus. She was one of the main witnesses of all the events surrounding Jesus; his crucifixion, death, burial and resurrection.Isn’t it amazing how a woman was a primary witness, and she saw her Savior die on the cross, and she saw him later; when he was </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/9153820500615013134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=9153820500615013134' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/9153820500615013134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/9153820500615013134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/04/mary-magdalene-hears-voice.html' title='Mary Magdalene Hears a Voice'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-3595772446659548770</id><published>2007-04-19T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T15:39:34.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Relentless Pursuit by the Canaanite Woman</title><summary type='text'>Have your words ever been taken out of context? What about the Bible, ever known someone to grab a scripture and twist it to fit his or her needs? Have you done it yourself?We should always read the before scriptures and after in our efforts to understand the true meaning of the Word. Like Matthew 15: 21-28; with a quick read, those scriptures seem like Jesus considered other people, those other </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/3595772446659548770/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=3595772446659548770' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/3595772446659548770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/3595772446659548770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/04/relentess-pursuit-by-canaanite-woman.html' title='Relentless Pursuit by the Canaanite Woman'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-8154907098582901450</id><published>2007-04-12T18:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T18:54:55.945-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Herodias Gets Revenge</title><summary type='text'>Sin makes me foolish. It damages my brain, blurs my thinking. It's a wonder my brain works at all. I have messed up so many times and yet, God loves me.There was a time when I wanted to silence my pastor (not my current one), if only I could get even with him, for embarrassing me in his class.Herodias wanted to silence John the Baptist, especially since he had condemned her marriage to Herod </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/8154907098582901450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=8154907098582901450' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8154907098582901450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8154907098582901450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/04/herodias-gets-revenge.html' title='Herodias Gets Revenge'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-8014330770609794799</id><published>2007-04-03T18:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-03T18:24:56.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Interruptions are God's Opportunities</title><summary type='text'>Do interruptions bother you? Is your day planned, set in stone? Do you carry a day planner with you, so every hour and minute falls into place?In Luke 8: 41 - 56, we read about a ruler who knelt before Jesus, pleading and he said, “My only daughter has died. She’s only twelve.”He begged, “Come and put your hand on her, and she will live.”Jesus did not hesitate, he got up and went with Jarius. The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/8014330770609794799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=8014330770609794799' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8014330770609794799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8014330770609794799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/04/interruptions-are-gods-opportunities.html' title='Interruptions are God&apos;s Opportunities'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4664703955112029610</id><published>2007-03-27T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T20:19:40.572-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Woman Touches Jesus' Garment</title><summary type='text'>A large crowd followed him. They pressed around Jesus. There was a woman who was there, and she has been subject to bleeding for twelve years. Not one year. Not two. Not even three. But twelve years.It’s not like she hadn’t been to all of the doctors. They had cared for her and yet she grew worse. When she heard about Jesus, she came up behind him in the crowd and touched his cloak. She said, "If</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4664703955112029610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4664703955112029610' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4664703955112029610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4664703955112029610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/03/woman-touches-jesus-garment.html' title='Woman Touches Jesus&apos; Garment'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-9089285089887610603</id><published>2007-03-20T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-20T22:00:35.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter's Mother-In-Law Healed</title><summary type='text'>Jesus came to serve. If you asked Peter’s mother-in-law, she would tell you how one touch changed her life. In the Gospel of Mark, those 16 chapters reveal how Jesus touched lives with his.Those sketches in the four Gospels give details about Jesus, his birth, his work and his character. Let’s spend sometime in Mark, the heart of the book can be summed up in chapter 10: 45, where it says, "For </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/9089285089887610603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=9089285089887610603' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/9089285089887610603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/9089285089887610603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/03/peters-mother-in-law-healed.html' title='Peter&apos;s Mother-In-Law Healed'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-2666721830674286237</id><published>2007-03-13T16:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T16:19:07.927-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Elizabeth</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever felt overshadowed by some of your relatives? Elizabeth might have been such a woman, not that she would have thought so, but her son was John the Baptist after all. Her cousin Mary was the mother of Jesus.These two received quite a bit of attention in the Bible, and rightfully so, but I want to look at Elizabeth who lived her life in quiet obedience to God. He blessed her with a son</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/2666721830674286237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=2666721830674286237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/2666721830674286237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/2666721830674286237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/03/elizabeth.html' title='Elizabeth'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4628412110783276804</id><published>2007-03-06T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-03-09T18:53:49.972-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary, Mother of the Son of God</title><summary type='text'>What is your mother’s name? How would you like her to be remembered? When I look at the four Gospels, I catch a glimpse into the life of Mary, the mother of Jesus.In Luke we read, “In the sixth month, God sent the angel Gabriel to Nazareth, a town in Galilee, to a virgin pledged to be married to a man named Joseph, a descendant of David. The virgin’s name was Mary. The angel went to her and said,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4628412110783276804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4628412110783276804' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4628412110783276804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4628412110783276804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/03/mary-mother-of-son-of-god.html' title='Mary, Mother of the Son of God'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-203177535062545280</id><published>2007-02-26T21:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-26T21:51:52.969-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Woman of Noble Character</title><summary type='text'>I am not at all like Betty Crocker. I do not think she really existed. She seems too good to be true. She was the well-known symbol for General Mills, a symbol of what all women should be like, at least in theory.We have a description in the Bible, in Proverbs 31, of a Godly woman, the type we should try to emulate. I wonder if she was real – or could she be a symbol of the many faces of Godly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/203177535062545280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=203177535062545280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/203177535062545280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/203177535062545280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/02/woman-of-noble-character.html' title='A Woman of Noble Character'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4915332267865052614</id><published>2007-02-20T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-20T19:55:27.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Twelve Words - Curse God and Die!</title><summary type='text'>Job’s wife makes her appearance in Job2:9-11, as she speaks to him. Keep in mind, he is suffering quite a bit, family gone, servants killed, all is changing; and now he is sick. She says, "Are you still holding on to your integrity? Curse God and die!"    Fortunately, he replied, "You are talking like a foolish woman. Should we accept good from God, and not trouble?"    She shows up without any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4915332267865052614/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4915332267865052614' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4915332267865052614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4915332267865052614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/02/twelve-words-curse-god-and-die.html' title='Twelve Words - Curse God and Die!'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-5347141354768544658</id><published>2007-02-13T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-13T12:42:11.071-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Esther - The Voice of a Queen</title><summary type='text'>Do you know the woman at the altar? She has a nice personality, a softness in her appearance. Don't let her softness fool you, she is a prayer warrior. You probably have seen women like her at your church, praying for others.Women like her, meet with God early in the morning, or late at night and bring their requests to the Lord. They pray daily and stir the heart of God.Those prayers may help </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/5347141354768544658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=5347141354768544658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/5347141354768544658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/5347141354768544658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/02/esther-woman-who-changes-things.html' title='Esther - The Voice of a Queen'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-4291937171733089598</id><published>2007-02-06T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T08:03:36.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinah Raped?</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever heard of Dinah, the woman who was violated by a prince? Her story is tucked away in Genesis 34, and until last week I had never read it. Her story begins when she goes to a nearby town to visit the women of the land. She was probably around the age of 14 or 15.Shechem, a prince sees her, and scripture says he took her and violated her. Many scholars believed he raped her, while </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/4291937171733089598/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=4291937171733089598' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4291937171733089598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/4291937171733089598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/02/dinah-raped.html' title='Dinah Raped?'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-8893139974762162378</id><published>2007-01-30T16:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T16:14:59.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Raised from the Dead?</title><summary type='text'>When was the last time you were asked to raise someone from the dead? I have never been asked such a thing, but Elisha; the prophet heard this request not long after his visit with the widow who almost lost her sons to slavery. As he journeyed up and down the roads in the land, Elisha passed by the home of a very well to do woman. She always invited him inside for a rest and for food. She offered</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/8893139974762162378/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=8893139974762162378' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8893139974762162378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8893139974762162378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/01/raised-from-dead.html' title='Raised from the Dead?'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-521636939996035874</id><published>2007-01-22T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-22T16:58:06.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Widow of Oil</title><summary type='text'>One day she is married, the next day a widow. Her husband’s premature death left her with two boys and she owed a lot of money to the bill collectors. This happens to women today, they are met with rising debt when their spouse passes away. Some are forced to file bankruptcy losing their property, but last time I heard, none of them faced losing their children to slavery.This widow found in II </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/521636939996035874/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=521636939996035874' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/521636939996035874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/521636939996035874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/01/widow-of-oil.html' title='Widow of Oil'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-8085407278743025471</id><published>2007-01-15T20:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T08:19:35.636-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hannah's Robe of Love for Samuel</title><summary type='text'>Spend a few minutes in prayer….pour out your heart – like Hannah.She is perhaps one of the most famous women of the Bible. She shows courage rising above her pain. Her husband, Elkanah had two wives, Hannah and Peninnah. Peninnah had children, but Hannah did not, but oh how she desired them.Women today deal with the same problem, of wanting children, longing to become a mother; only to be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/8085407278743025471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=8085407278743025471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8085407278743025471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/8085407278743025471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/01/hannahs-robe-of-love-for-samuel.html' title='Hannah&apos;s Robe of Love for Samuel'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7507829603810157643.post-3374938222734752342</id><published>2007-01-11T21:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T21:33:04.952-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jezebel</title><summary type='text'>Jezebel went down in history as an example of evil. She worked against God, worshiped idols and married a King, whom she influenced. As a queen of Israel, she forced her faith on the Israelites and on her husband, King Ahab and he never tried to stop her. He even built a pagan temple in Samaria, and some 450 prophets of Baal eat at the royal table.Since the Ten Commandments are clear about idol </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/feeds/3374938222734752342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7507829603810157643&amp;postID=3374938222734752342' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/3374938222734752342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7507829603810157643/posts/default/3374938222734752342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://womenofthebible.blogspot.com/2007/01/jezebel.html' title='Jezebel'/><author><name>PAM KUMPE</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04440251501223379351</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-QUA1sA8QMR0/Tk0bhBoBQ7I/AAAAAAAAAeM/2AdENgiqPmQ/s220/mail.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
