<?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-7787327377172218275</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:28:46.814-05:00</updated><title type='text'>living in His dust</title><subtitle type='html'>desiring to live so that we are covered in the dust of our rabbi.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahlstadt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787327377172218275/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahlstadt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>in HIS dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08636282691767930410</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>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7787327377172218275.post-6359817035769433273</id><published>2008-05-20T22:40:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T23:09:23.977-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Returning</title><content type='html'>Just returned home yesterday from a four day excursion back to the mother land...Iowa. Seeing my two brothers graduate was incredible, but it touched me in an unexpected way. We aren't kids any longer, and for anyone who knows us that would be extremely obvious. But as we live our lives, time goes by with or without you and I have found myself at times not breathing it in.......Why?  We are only given a short window in time to impact everything around us.  Let's breath, take a huge Indiana Jones step of faith into a giant hole with the biggest boot lift we can muster and start breathing!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7787327377172218275-6359817035769433273?l=nickmahlstadt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nickmahlstadt.blogspot.com/feeds/6359817035769433273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7787327377172218275&amp;postID=6359817035769433273' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787327377172218275/posts/default/6359817035769433273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7787327377172218275/posts/default/6359817035769433273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nickmahlstadt.blogspot.com/2008/05/returning.html' title='Returning'/><author><name>in HIS dust</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08636282691767930410</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>
