<?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-360169164078055375</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:19:46.954-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Matty Gene</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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>9</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360169164078055375.post-3834902184126169782</id><published>2008-12-06T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T15:42:17.047-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, What A Life!</title><content type='html'>Who knew how much a new life can change someone? (I sure didn't) December 4&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;th&lt;/span&gt; at 12:45 I went from being completely ticked, to completely amazed at the beauty of new life! Lately I've become hardened to life, just sick of everything, and wondering why God does the things he does. But as soon as my favorite person in the world was set in my arms I didn't care about anything going on in the world right now, all I cared about was this beautiful baby that my beautiful sister made! Noah Dean Philips is his name, I'm not gonna lie I didn't like it at first, but it grew on me, and now I love it! God is so good! This baby who can't even speak, and probably &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; know who I am yet, has completely changed my life, and its only been a day! Can't wait for the rest of my life!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-3834902184126169782?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/3834902184126169782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=3834902184126169782' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/3834902184126169782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/3834902184126169782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/12/wow-what-life.html' title='Wow, What A Life!'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360169164078055375.post-4886444172925759244</id><published>2008-12-01T18:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T19:00:13.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When My Time Is Here....</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you see me losing ground&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't be afraid to lie&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I know the pain inside my heart&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Can't break the fear inside of yours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;And if you see me losing faith in what it means to die&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Don't let me leave before I know what lies beyond the stained-glass doors&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Save sorrow for the souls in doubt&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Bleed every care out&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Will you carry me down the aisle the final day, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With your tears and cold hands shaking from the weight,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When you lower me down beneath that sky of gray, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Let the rain fall down and wash away your pain.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For every word we never spoke, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We have a tear to cry&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;For every silence like a wall between a better you and I.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;So if you see me losing sight of all the death and life&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You find the peace in every time I failed to see the death in mine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-4886444172925759244?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/4886444172925759244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=4886444172925759244' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/4886444172925759244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/4886444172925759244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/12/when-my-time-is-here.html' title='When My Time Is Here....'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360169164078055375.post-6535072544839178234</id><published>2008-08-27T20:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-27T21:09:03.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>life is going by fast, and it's gaining speed.</title><content type='html'>Just thinking to myself lately, "life is going by fast, and It's gaining speed." I was watching the movie "21" today and it has a song in the beginning, (I don't remember the exact lyrics) but it's talking about the things missed, I really took that to deeper thought. The things I do now that I hate so much, like staying home all day by myself every Monday and Tuesday, or things I like doing, like going to target and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;costco&lt;/span&gt; every Thursday with my mom and sister. Just little things like those I know I will miss as time goes by, it's actually quite depressing. I just know that we were not made for death, or for pain or anything like that. If I look at life through Gods eyes I don't see death, but life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-6535072544839178234?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/6535072544839178234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=6535072544839178234' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/6535072544839178234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/6535072544839178234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/08/life-is-going-by-fast-and-its-gaining.html' title='life is going by fast, and it&apos;s gaining speed.'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-360169164078055375.post-694638074025556379</id><published>2008-08-08T09:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T10:07:48.375-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One step at a time.</title><content type='html'>Every time i have the chance to sit and do nothing I start thinking of things in my future.&lt;br /&gt;It's like a speed bump, I see what's coming and I just hold on. I just found out i have to get my drivers license by august 22, or i have to take another test.(even though i could pass it with flying colors, it still bugs me!) I also have to go to Crafton Hills and do a bunch of stuff there. and then there's the thought of getting a job, and a car. It sucks if you think about it, in order to have a job you need a car, in order to get a car you need a job, it's funny how that works. And then i have my future to worry about, like my future career, I know what I want to do, but I don't know if that's what God wants me to do. I know these seem like little things to some (alot) of people, and you're saying, "relax, it's not that bad, you're making a big deal out of it." Well these are things that bug me, and i can't get them of my mind. Most of the time things are easy to get off my mind, but with something like this where my life, my career, my future, my family, my future family, everything is on my shoulders, it's alot to think about. I just know what it says in Matthew 6 "Don't worry about tommorow, for tommorow will care for itself. Each day has trouble of its own". If we take it one step at a time, it won't make it easy, but it will help alot. I know that these words really don't make it easier,(right now) but if you dwell on them, if you put your life to it and take it one step at a time, or one day at a time, things will get better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-694638074025556379?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/694638074025556379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=694638074025556379' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/694638074025556379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/694638074025556379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/08/one-step-at-time.html' title='One step at a time.'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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-360169164078055375.post-550215877617657072</id><published>2008-07-15T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T16:52:29.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Start</title><content type='html'>If you haven't heard yet, my family and I are moving to CCHighDesert. It's hard but good, because that means change, (who dosen't like change?). Anyway, I get a new start (again). Everything I did wrong before, I now know not to do those things, but in no way do I regret them. God lets us to go through hard times, and make mistakes so we will grow in Him. I still feel bad for the things I did wrong in the past. It's just a matter of moving on, and try not to do the same things again, i'll still make many mistakes, but as i grow in the Lord I will make less, and less. A cool quote, I don't know who said it, but here it is, "What good are trials if we don't learn and grow from them, we'll just end up doing the same thing again". So anyway, I thank God for the friends He's given me, He has used them to make me who I am. I'm excited to meet new people, make new friends, and I hope they have the same impact in my life as my other friends! (you know who you are).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-550215877617657072?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/550215877617657072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=550215877617657072' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/550215877617657072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/550215877617657072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/07/new-start.html' title='New Start'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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-360169164078055375.post-9022287845196927695</id><published>2008-07-13T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:33:22.162-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nick Vujicic</title><content type='html'>So I had the amazing blessing of hearing, and meeting Nick Vujicic today at my church! This is a man who was born with no limbs, yes no limbs, that means no arms or legs. He is the most amazing person in the world! He has no limbs yet he is the happiest person i've ever met. I could go on and on about him, but just google him or something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-9022287845196927695?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/9022287845196927695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=9022287845196927695' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/9022287845196927695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/9022287845196927695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/07/so-i-had-amazing-blessing-of-hearing.html' title='Nick Vujicic'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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-360169164078055375.post-2051075850057374954</id><published>2008-07-13T23:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-13T23:27:03.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness</title><content type='html'>If you try to find happiness in temporary things, you will only be happy temporarily.&lt;br /&gt;-Nick Vujicic-&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-2051075850057374954?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/2051075850057374954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=2051075850057374954' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/2051075850057374954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/2051075850057374954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/07/happiness.html' title='Happiness'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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-360169164078055375.post-199169989684688076</id><published>2008-07-12T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:35:45.081-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Song of the Day</title><content type='html'>"Second Chances" by "Paper Route"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-199169989684688076?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/199169989684688076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=199169989684688076' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/199169989684688076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/199169989684688076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-of-day.html' title='Song of the Day'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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-360169164078055375.post-8066748895154742257</id><published>2008-07-12T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-12T16:28:28.883-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding "It"</title><content type='html'>Why is everyone always searching? Why can't anyone ever be satistfied in this world? We always find something we thought would make us happy, and then say, "well now i need this, or that". We always look to bands, music, hollywood, ect, ect, for things we think we need. Well the fact of the matter is, we wern't made for this world, we were made for the glory of our King! And if we keep trying to satistfy ourselfs in this world, we will not only fall short of that, but when we're 80 something years old on our deathbed, we will realize we wasted our whole life trying to get something that will only fade away. I don't want to waste my life away doing nothing thinking it's something. I'm living my life for one reason, and that's Christ! To get to the point, stop living to please yourself or others, stuff will fade away, and man will always let you down. Live for Christ, " For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain" Philippians 1:21 He will never let you down!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/360169164078055375-8066748895154742257?l=mattygene.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/feeds/8066748895154742257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=360169164078055375&amp;postID=8066748895154742257' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/8066748895154742257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/360169164078055375/posts/default/8066748895154742257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mattygene.blogspot.com/2008/07/finding-it.html' title='Finding &quot;It&quot;'/><author><name>Matty Gene</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06905952967295461466</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>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
