<rss version="2.0"><channel><title>Steve and Amy in the Morning</title><link>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/home.aspx</link><description>Steve and Amy love talking about family, faith, and life in general. Find out more about SPIRIT's morning hosts here!</description><language>en-us</language><copyright>Copyright 2013, KCMS-FM</copyright><pubDate>Sun, 19 May 2013 10:35:08 GMT</pubDate><lastBuildDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:39:27 GMT</lastBuildDate><ttl>1</ttl><generator>http://emmisinteractive.com</generator><item><title>The Best Present EVER for Someone You Love</title><description>I recently had a great conversation with a new friend that I would like to share with you. For the sake of clarity and privacy, I will call this woman June.
June and her husband &amp;ldquo;Bill&amp;rdquo; recently moved here. Bill&amp;rsquo;s birthday was coming up and she wanted to do something special for him since he&amp;rsquo;d been a little homesick for friends and family. Suddenly, she had the perfect idea.
On the day of Bill&amp;rsquo;s birthday, June was taking Bill for a drive when they saw someone hitchhiking in the distance. She turned to look at her husband and asked, &amp;ldquo;Why don&amp;rsquo;t we give that guy a ride?&amp;rdquo; Immediately against the idea, Bill said, &amp;ldquo;What? Why would you want to do that? That is so dangerous.&amp;rdquo; She began slowing down and he started getting really nervous. &amp;ldquo;What are you doing? Don&amp;rsquo;t pull over!&amp;rdquo; And then, after a split second, he said, ...</description><link>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10538356</link><author>amy@spirit1053.com (Amy Byrd)</author><guid>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10538356</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Apr 2013 19:39:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>A Different Perspective on Adoption</title><description>I love it when something I&amp;rsquo;ve seen over and over again hits me as though I&amp;rsquo;ve never seen it before. I&amp;rsquo;ve heard people talk about how we are &amp;ldquo;adopted sons and daughters&amp;rdquo; of God and the Bible calls us &amp;ldquo;heirs of God.&amp;rdquo; I&amp;rsquo;ve even thought of how our adoption of our son Meyer was a picture of God&amp;rsquo;s adoption of us. But recently, I found the comparison to be remarkable in ways I didn&amp;rsquo;t expect.
We chose Meyer. He didn&amp;rsquo;t do anything to make it happen.&amp;nbsp; When Meyer entered our family, he had to learn new rules and change the way he lived his life, but even so, he is entitled to everything a member of the family should have. Not only is Meyer entitled to the stuff, but we love him just like we do our daughter Camille.
I know how much I love my kids. If you&amp;rsquo;re a ...</description><link>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10535203</link><author>steve@spirit1053.com (Steve Sunshine)</author><guid>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10535203</guid><pubDate>Tue, 23 Apr 2013 20:16:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>The Wonder of Toys</title><description>The &amp;ldquo;Sit and Spin.&amp;rdquo;&amp;nbsp; It&amp;rsquo;s the one toy I remember most from my childhood.&amp;nbsp;Oh, I remember others too, but the &amp;ldquo;Sit and Spin&amp;rdquo; was definitely a favorite around the age that my daughters are now.&amp;nbsp; I remember how the grip on the wheel felt, how the sticker on the seat was slightly peeling and the rumble on the seat as I began my quest for super speed.
Today, the &amp;ldquo;cows&amp;rdquo; are our girls&amp;rsquo; favorites.&amp;nbsp; (You might remember them as &amp;ldquo;Hoppity Hops.&amp;rdquo;) They love them.&amp;nbsp; We spend most afternoons conducting cow races.&amp;nbsp; They each have their own style. Della believes her pigtails make her fast.&amp;nbsp; Maggie believes her vocal cords somehow propel her forward.&amp;nbsp; I think they both may be right. (To see my girls in action, check out the video below!)
I find myself appreciating things I thought I had forgotten about my own childhood by watching my girls&amp;rsquo; new ...</description><link>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10513641</link><author>amy@spirit1053.com (Amy Byrd)</author><guid>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10513641</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Mar 2013 19:29:17 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>You've Won!</title><description>Imagine this: You get called into your boss&amp;rsquo;s office. You sit down and he says &amp;ldquo;Now this is nothing personal&amp;hellip;&amp;rdquo; Has that phrase ever been followed by good news? &amp;ldquo;Now it&amp;rsquo;s nothing personal, but we want to promote you to Senior Vice President and double your salary!&amp;rdquo; I don&amp;rsquo;t think so.
I heard a guest speaker in church talking about this a while back and it got me thinking. We&amp;rsquo;ve impersonalized each other. The phrase &amp;ldquo;whatever it takes&amp;rdquo; is looked at as a positive. Didn&amp;rsquo;t Paul say "Don&amp;rsquo;t look only to your own interests, but also the interest of others?" How often do we actually do that?
When I have an agenda, it&amp;rsquo;s tempting to look at others in terms of their usefulness, or whether they are an obstacle to whatever goal I might have. How different would it be if we took Paul&amp;rsquo;s words seriously, (or Jesus&amp;rsquo; &amp;ldquo;love your ...</description><link>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10510485</link><author>steve@spirit1053.com (Steve Sunshine)</author><guid>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10510485</guid><pubDate>Wed, 27 Feb 2013 17:33:27 GMT</pubDate></item><item><title>Where's the Meat?</title><description>Do you remember the old Wendy&amp;rsquo;s Hamburgers commercial with the old woman looking disappointed at the &amp;ldquo;big fluffy bun&amp;rdquo; and cried, &amp;ldquo;Where&amp;rsquo;s the Beef?&amp;rdquo; Do you remember the look on that woman&amp;rsquo;s face? I do. I saw it on the faces of my children, my husband and our guests when we all sat down for dinner recently.
I had made a meal that I was so proud of. The chicken smelled so good. The kids asked when we could eat from the moment the aroma had started wafting through the living room. Proudly, I started to cut through the chicken, but it appeared to be unusually boney. Could this be possible? I had never gotten a chicken that had so little meat before. I started compiling the complaint I would be making to the store clerk where I bought this thing from as panic started to set in. There was ...</description><link>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10487008</link><author>amy@spirit1053.com (Amy Byrd)</author><guid>http://www.spirit1053.com/blog/SteveAndAmy/blogentry.aspx?BlogEntryID=10487008</guid><pubDate>Tue, 08 Jan 2013 21:20:14 GMT</pubDate></item></channel></rss>
