<?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-13731896</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:23:02.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obukama Bwa Andrew</title><subtitle type='html'>"We can do no great things; only small things with great love."
        Mother Teresa
        humanitarian &amp; missionary (1910 - 1997)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-1546603893467317579</id><published>2007-09-26T15:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:26:15.383-08:00</updated><title type='text'>December 10th</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RvrdzMmDf0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/USsIUMqjjnM/s1600-h/Boeing+777.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RvrdzMmDf0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/USsIUMqjjnM/s200/Boeing+777.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5114644198456524610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Its official! We purchased our plane tickets last week and they arrived today in the mail. We leave from Seattle on December 10th to start our new life and ministry in Fort Portal Uganda. We have known for so long that we would be moving to Uganda... but seeing the "One-Way" tickets in your hand makes it that much more real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday we went up to Portland to get some "stuff" together (changing banks, health insurance, passport stuff, immunizations, etc.) but it turned out to be one of "those" days. It seemed that no matter where we went, we were turned away and told to come back later or go to the central office or somehow the moon was not quite in line with Saturn so of course it was impossible for them to help us at this time... It was slightly frustrating.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1149/1444261116_a3e1bf5bf0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1149/1444261116_a3e1bf5bf0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;However, we did get to spend some time with some good friends because of it. We stopped by the Graul's home and they invited us in like they always do and we just sat there "shootin' the breeze". Also, Amanda Peterson was in town and we got to visit with her as well. It is always great to be able to kick off your shoes and relax with good friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1104/1444187078_4b25436c0f.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1104/1444187078_4b25436c0f.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So, even in the busiest of times, God often shows us that it is better to just stop, relax and trust Him. I find that I have been worrying a lot more lately, and I know better. I have seen so many times in recent months that God is with us and taking care of our needs. I am learning to trust Him more each day... Even if it takes a little extra frustration for me to realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-23283" class="sup"&gt;25&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“That is why I tell you not to worry about everyday life—whether you have enough food and drink, or enough clothes to wear. Isn’t life more than food, and your body more than clothing?&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;span id="en-NLT-23284" class="sup"&gt;26&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Look at the birds. They don’t plant or harvest or store food in barns, for your heavenly Father feeds them. And aren’t you far more valuable to him than they are?&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23285" class="sup"&gt;27&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Can all your worries add a single moment to your life?&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23286" class="sup"&gt;28&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“And why worry about your clothing? Look at the lilies of the field and how they grow. They don’t work or make their clothing,&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23287" class="sup"&gt;29&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;yet Solomon in all his glory was not dressed as beautifully as they are.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23288" class="sup"&gt;30&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;And if God cares so wonderfully for wildflowers that are here today and thrown into the fire tomorrow, he will certainly care for you. Why do you have so little faith?&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23289" class="sup"&gt;31&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“So don’t worry about these things, saying, ‘What will we eat? What will we drink? What will we wear?’&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23290" class="sup"&gt;32&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;These things dominate the thoughts of unbelievers, but your heavenly Father already knows all your needs.&lt;/woj&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23291" class="sup"&gt;33&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;Seek the Kingdom of God above all else, and live righteously, and he will give you everything you need.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: right; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NLT-23292" class="sup"&gt;34&lt;/span&gt; &lt;woj&gt;“So don’t worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow will bring its own worries. Today’s trouble is enough for today.&lt;/woj&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-style: italic;"&gt;-Matthew 6:25-34&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-1546603893467317579?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/1546603893467317579/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=1546603893467317579' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/1546603893467317579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/1546603893467317579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/09/december-10th.html' title='December 10th'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RvrdzMmDf0I/AAAAAAAAAaw/USsIUMqjjnM/s72-c/Boeing+777.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-6848453372493390681</id><published>2007-08-09T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:26:15.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'>7 years!?!?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RrtBBmJdMvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WHpitietRAw/s1600-h/Aimee+%26+Andrew+portrait1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RrtBBmJdMvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WHpitietRAw/s320/Aimee+%26+Andrew+portrait1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096738898975732466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It really doesn't feel that long. I remember our wedding like it was last week. Our friends and family made the long trip to Caldwell, ID to see us tie the knot. Even some of my friends from High School that I had not seen I quite a while showed up to celebrate with us. We felt very blessed and loved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a hot August in 2000... not like the one we are having now. I remember that the air conditioner in my cousin's hotel room built up so much condensation that it froze over. And the rooms at the Sundowner Hotel were sweet!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I don't really remember about the day was the reception time. It felt like a whirlwind. Aimee and I didn't even have time to eat. In fact, the only wedding cake either of us got was the little bit that we managed to shove in each other's mouths when the cake was cut and toasts were given.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has been a wonderful seven years and time has really flown by. I am so blessed to have found Aimee Jo and even more blessed that she said "yes" on that cold New Years Eve out on the farm. With our precious little one on the way, I can hardly wait for our next seven years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you God for blessing me with a wonderful wife!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-6848453372493390681?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6848453372493390681/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=6848453372493390681' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/6848453372493390681'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/6848453372493390681'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/08/7-years.html' title='7 years!?!?'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RrtBBmJdMvI/AAAAAAAAAaU/WHpitietRAw/s72-c/Aimee+%26+Andrew+portrait1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-2776796884210084110</id><published>2007-08-07T09:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:26:15.859-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Andrew Simpson Style</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RripD2JdMpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GlRr9BytKMg/s1600-h/andrew+simpsonized1.png.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RripD2JdMpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GlRr9BytKMg/s320/andrew+simpsonized1.png.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5096008861909594770" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally had some time to get this &lt;a href="http://simpsonizeme.com/" title="Simpsonizeme"&gt;Simpsonizeme&lt;/a&gt; thing to work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-2776796884210084110?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2776796884210084110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=2776796884210084110' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/2776796884210084110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/2776796884210084110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/08/andrew-simpson-style.html' title='Andrew Simpson Style'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/RripD2JdMpI/AAAAAAAAAZk/GlRr9BytKMg/s72-c/andrew+simpsonized1.png.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-7071414854792209460</id><published>2007-07-18T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T10:26:15.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/Rp50CPmVAOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/77ydDN7FRVU/s1600-h/railroad+tracks%282%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/Rp50CPmVAOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/77ydDN7FRVU/s320/railroad+tracks%282%29.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5088632210871091426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been walking around in a daze lately. I feel like one of those old silent movie characters tied to the railroad tracks. They try to get free but with no success. And just as the train is about to slam into the helpless victim, the brave hero comes and saves the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the train is coming (&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;baby due August 31st, moving to Uganda mid-December, need to raise more support&lt;/span&gt;) and I am struggling as hard as I can, but I feel powerless to do anything to help the situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The train is almost here and now I'm just waiting for my hero to come scoop me up off the tracks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know God hears our prayers. Please remember Aimee &amp;amp; me in yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is good!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-7071414854792209460?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/7071414854792209460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=7071414854792209460' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/7071414854792209460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/7071414854792209460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/07/stress.html' title='Stress...'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_KcnWn_5kwcQ/Rp50CPmVAOI/AAAAAAAAAZM/77ydDN7FRVU/s72-c/railroad+tracks%282%29.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-718555979104872</id><published>2007-07-12T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-13T14:24:03.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Refuge</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/799600884_01880f98e3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/799600884_01880f98e3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Sometimes, when life is crazy, I just want to crawl under a rock somewhere so I can just get away from it all. The weight of life has been particularly heavy lately with all the changes and uncertainty surrounding me. It is times like these when God reveals himself to me in small ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I came home from church and pulled into the driveway. My Grandma was out front, weeding the yard. I was pretty worn out from the day and my stress and I asked my Grandma how she is doing and she said with a smile "You aren't supposed to ask me that. You are supposed to say 'Good to see you'."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, my Grandpa has advanced &lt;span style=""&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;Alzheimer’s disease&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;and struggles to remember his name sometimes. It is hard for me to see him in that state knowing how he use to be. My Grandparents live next door and it is difficult to drop in and say "hi" when you know you have to introduce yourself to him every time. I've stopped introducing myself, and now I just say "hello".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard for me when I visit, but my Grandma lives there. She takes care of him everyday. He is not able to do the things he used to and he doesn't always remember to say "thank you". But my Grandma serves him nonetheless. She is steadfast in her commitment to love him. She is patient with him when his body won't allow him to move any faster. She thinks of him before she thinks of herself. My grandma is a strong woman of God and serves as an example for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After she told me how she was doing, my grandma asked me how I was doing. I told her that I have been stressed and anxious about the baby, our move to Africa, finances, etc. She then gave me a big hug and said "God knows. Don't be anxious about anything, but pray about it. He listens." &lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;(Philippians 4:6-7)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/336767993_16b0b144e1_o.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 321px; height: 211px;" src="http://farm1.static.flickr.com/153/336767993_16b0b144e1_o.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;When I think of the stress in my grandma's life and the choice she has to make everyday to continue to love and serve, it humbles me and causes me to reflect on my own life. God provides the strength and patient my grandma needs to get her through each day. She takes comfort in the fact that He hears her and knows her pain. And its in these little reminders that I can find peace in my stressful life. God is big enough to handle my stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);font-size:130%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Psalm 62:5-8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-14833" class="sup"&gt;5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Find rest, O my soul, in God alone; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       my hope come&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;s from him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;span id="en-NIV-14834" class="sup"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; He alone is my rock and my salvation;&lt;br /&gt; he is my fortress, I will not be shaken. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-14835" class="sup"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; My salvation and my honor depend on God;&lt;br /&gt; he is my mighty rock, my refuge. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;font-size:78%;" &gt;&lt;span id="en-NIV-14836" class="sup"&gt;8&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; Trust in him at all times, O people; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;       pour out your hearts to him, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;       for God is our refuge.&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/13731896-718555979104872?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/718555979104872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=718555979104872' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/718555979104872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/718555979104872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/07/refuge.html' title='Refuge'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm2.static.flickr.com/1423/799600884_01880f98e3_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-2852539454415378405</id><published>2007-07-09T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-09T14:05:04.091-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Politics</title><content type='html'>I've been reading a lot of blogs about politics lately. I appreciate that the democratic system allows for everyone to have a voice and I have enjoyed the much of the commentary I've read on the political happenings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if I'm really honest, I have to say that I am sick and tired of politics in general right now. The political system (or those who represent it in the media) has lost me. I'm not the type to say that I think everyone has a personal agenda or is on a "power trip", but I feel that those running for office are so concerned with gaining positions of authority or prominence that I think somewhere along the way, they lose what they used to be... or used to stand for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've heard people say "If I were President ___________________!" (insert your complaint). But I have to say that I have no desire to be President. I think if people were genuinely concerned about the world they would stop complaining and do something to affect a positive change. What it ultimately comes down to is people are more than willing to critisise and critique as long as it doesn't require them to get off the couch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Presidents have some effect on the world... but imagine the impact if the voters actually saw their role as more than just marking the name they recognize on their ballot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I jaded? Probably. Is our political system a joke? I don't think so. My concern is that people seem to spend more energy trying to make sure some one else does what I feel Christ calls us &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;all&lt;/span&gt; to do. Maybe I've just seen one to many campaign adds :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 255);"&gt;“Be the change you want to see in the world.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;-Mahatma Gandhi said it as well as anyone has.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-2852539454415378405?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2852539454415378405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=2852539454415378405' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/2852539454415378405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/2852539454415378405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/07/politics.html' title='Politics'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-6062406164218841353</id><published>2007-07-05T23:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T23:18:18.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wild Kingdom!</title><content type='html'>Check out this cool &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LU8DDYz68kM" title="video"&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-6062406164218841353?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/6062406164218841353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=6062406164218841353' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/6062406164218841353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/6062406164218841353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/07/wild-kingdom.html' title='Wild Kingdom!'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-2251844823652608616</id><published>2007-07-04T12:26:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T12:46:48.389-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Okay okay okay....</title><content type='html'>I thought about it for a while and decided that 2 years without posting is probably a &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;little&lt;/span&gt; excessive so I decided to get things going again now before the 2 anniversary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what it is about posting... it was just not something that I felt I had time for (which was not really the case). But now that I have virtually no time at all, I have decided to give it a whirl again... go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my life is pretty crazy right now. Aimee Jo &amp; I are having a baby really soon. For all those who prayed for us, thank you and God bless you for it. Also, we are preparing to move to Fort Portal, Uganda to serve as missionaries. We are planning to leave in early-mid December. Its is sneaking up on us already. The Vancouver Church of Christ has committed to be our "sending church", and Keizer &amp;amp; Caldwell Churches of Christ have also pledged to partner with us. We are in the process of securing the rest of our funding (which is very stressful at times) and we are blessed to be walking this path with some very faithful and loving people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am going to try to keep this "new" blog updated more frequently than the last. Which shouldn't be too hard considering :p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, please check out our new family blog at &lt;a href="http://martinfamilymission.blogspot.com/" title="The Martin Family"&gt;The Martin Family&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-2251844823652608616?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/2251844823652608616/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=2251844823652608616' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/2251844823652608616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/2251844823652608616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2007/07/okay-okay-okay.html' title='Okay okay okay....'/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-112229108567711517</id><published>2005-07-25T04:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-07-04T10:02:12.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey again all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still over here in Uganda having a great time. I have been spending most of my time out in the villages and away from internet. The few times that I've been able to get online, I have been posting on my other blog (ugandasurvey.blogspot.com). If you would like to get more info about what we have been doing on the "Dark Continent", go check out my other blog and see what is up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see if I can't get more internet access and time at a later date.&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53514519@N00/27791629/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-112229108567711517?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/112229108567711517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=112229108567711517' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/112229108567711517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/112229108567711517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-again-all-i-am-still-over-here-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-112108863637063677</id><published>2005-07-11T06:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T06:30:36.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm alive!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry I haven't posted more since being in Africa, but internet has been hard to come by. It has been quite a chore to get online at all without trying to post something. We think that we have solved the problem and will be able to keep everyone a little more informed from now on (Lord willing). Here is a picture to prove that I'm actually alive. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53514519@N00/25159552/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos21.flickr.com/25159552_af7b097016_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_1690" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aimee and I are having a great time and we are still thinking and praying about what God wants for us. Keep praying that the Lord will guide our decision and that we will know what to do before we have to come home. The Lord is good!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is one of the reasons that God may be calling us to Uganda.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53514519@N00/25162424/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos23.flickr.com/25162424_b4ee30abc9_m.jpg" width="240" height="180" alt="IMG_1813" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pray for this little boy as he is one of many Congolese refugees that has been forced to flee the Congo because of war. The Congo needs our prayers. Many Congolese refugees are living in Fort Portal and are ready to be touched by the gospel. We have had some wonderful times of worship and fellowship with our Congolese brothers and sisters here in Uganda. The Lord is opening doors all the time and God may be calling us to his work there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-112108863637063677?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/112108863637063677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=112108863637063677' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/112108863637063677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/112108863637063677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2005/07/im-alive-sorry-i-havent-posted-more.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-111913619232487953</id><published>2005-06-18T16:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:09:52.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was blog browsing this afternoon and I came across this cool little language test that Mike Lewis had in a recent post. So, I took the test and here are the results...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="color: black;" width=400 align=center border=1 bordercolor=black cellspacing=0 cellpadding=2&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center" bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h3&gt;Your Linguistic Profile:&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;70% General American English&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Dixie&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10% Upper Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#A8FFB3"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Midwestern&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#D9FFD8"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5% Yankee&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogthings.com/amenglishdialecttest/"&gt;What Kind of American English Do You Speak?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it a try...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-111913619232487953?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/111913619232487953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=111913619232487953' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/111913619232487953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/111913619232487953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-blog-browsing-this-afternoon-and.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13731896.post-111895920894973764</id><published>2005-06-16T14:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T15:57:06.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/photos/53514519@N00/16332370/" title="Photo Sharing"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos10.flickr.com/16332370_a56845f352.jpg" width="320" height="220" alt="Jason Hill's Ugandan Children (001)" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So... Aimee and I are getting ready to go to Africa on June 27th. I am really excited and nervous at the same time. I know what to expect to a certain degree because of all that we have been told. However, its a whole new ball game once we step off the plane and into a different world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been out of the country (to Honduras) on two other occasions, but this will be the first time for Aimee. She has a lot of questions that I can't answer, and that is uncomfortable for both of us. It would be nice if I could just tell her what to expect and how to act and what to do if this certain thing happens... but I don't know either,  so I can't comfort or reasure her. This is truely going to be a great and challenging experience for both of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It has felt like the day could not come fast enough, and now it is almost here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Prayer...&lt;/span&gt; God, please prepare our hearts and minds for what we are about to do. Lord, I pray that you prepare the people who we will be ministering to as well. Break down the walls that keep us from opening up and getting to know each other. Lord, help Aimee and I to understand our place in your kingdom and give us direction as we seek your will for our lives. &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Amen&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/13731896-111895920894973764?l=andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/feeds/111895920894973764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=13731896&amp;postID=111895920894973764' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/111895920894973764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/13731896/posts/default/111895920894973764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://andrewdavidmartin.blogspot.com/2005/06/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Andrew Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05621197628686663454</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='21' src='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/23/27791629_7b18705a0d_t.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry></feed>
