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		<title>It&#8217;s Not Just About You</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2012 23:37:34 +0000</pubDate>
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		<title>Motherhood is Complicated</title>
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		<pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2012 00:08:54 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.ruthscompany.org/main/?p=237"><img align="left" hspace="5" width="110" src="http://www.ruthscompany.org/main/wp-content/uploads/2012/02/frustrated-black-woman1-150x150.jpg" class="alignleft wp-post-image tfe" alt="" title="frustrated-black-woman" /></a>If someone depicted in a painting the emotions the average mother experiences in a typical day, the painting would be disturbing. When I went to register my oldest son for kindergarten I felt elated and horrified at the same time.  &#8230; <a href="http://www.ruthscompany.org/main/?p=237">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Sharpening the Ax</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 25 Jan 2012 00:41:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nicole</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[<a href="http://www.ruthscompany.org/main/?p=231"><img align="left" hspace="5" width="110" src="http://www.ruthscompany.org/main/wp-content/uploads/2012/01/5loafs2fish-150x150.png" class="alignleft wp-post-image tfe" alt="" title="5loafs2fish" /></a>A few weeks ago, our pastor taught on the dangers of becoming spiritually dull.  As a church, we were about to embark on a 21 day fast, and he was encouraging us that fasting is one of the best ways &#8230; <a href="http://www.ruthscompany.org/main/?p=231">Continue reading <span class="meta-nav">&#8594;</span></a>]]></description>
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		<title>Mothers and Sons</title>
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		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Nov 2011 00:01:52 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nicole</dc:creator>
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		<title>Strength in Weakness</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 22 Oct 2011 23:27:08 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>nicole</dc:creator>
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