<?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-3769262172369644912</id><updated>2012-02-28T05:08:21.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>All Over This World</title><subtitle type='html'>This is gonna take a while!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kris Leck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02818405573761365867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TFmU5h_8KSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DPBh1ZNheQ8/S220/Ain%27t+she+fine!.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>3</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3769262172369644912.post-2520922870618444134</id><published>2012-01-02T10:48:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-28T05:08:21.956-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Head up</title><content type='html'>Most of you know this trick. I found out about it years ago, and it has been a life changer. In the hillbilly backwoods keystone light drinkin, catfish hand fishin, more dogs than kids, and at least seven kids, three leg back porch, exploding deep fried turkey for thanksgiving, eat watchashoot, sharp knives at five years old world of rednecks nascar..... everyone knows, if the car is headed for the wall you look at the inside of the track, away from the wall. If you look at the wall, you will crash. Not might; you will hit the wall. Your body has a natural desire to travel, sometimes at light blinding speeds, towards what you look at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep your head up. No matter how much negativity you might have around you. Keep your head up. Being positive is a choice. I don't know how, but Paul and Silas sang in a nasty, dank, stinky, prison. They kept their heads up. Peter had his head up and then saw the waves; he looked away from his Lord and sank. Joshua and Caleb entered into a land of giants but their heads were up and they were ready to face what no one else would. That resulted in them being the only ones who entered the promised land. So many stories&amp;nbsp;and examples who showed us how to keep our heads up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do we do it with so much against us? Because he is for us. Encourage each other. Love each other.Be positive. Let's keep our heads up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3769262172369644912-2520922870618444134?l=alloverthisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/2520922870618444134/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/head-up.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default/2520922870618444134'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default/2520922870618444134'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/2012/01/head-up.html' title='Head up'/><author><name>Kris Leck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02818405573761365867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TFmU5h_8KSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DPBh1ZNheQ8/S220/Ain%27t+she+fine!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3769262172369644912.post-7412823313824226154</id><published>2010-12-30T08:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-30T09:34:11.549-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfinished</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;I realize after still being here, still in love with my family, still in business, still breathing, that I'm not done yet. You know it's funny because I get into trouble a lot for being me. Things that my extensive reading fan base already know me for. Things like feeding fat squirrels french fries in a zoo bursting with signs that say, "Do not&amp;nbsp;feed the animals!" Amid threats of having the "oooh" "zoo keepers" kick me out of the zoo! They're like mall cops. Not even ex-military. You really think they stand a chance against me? Whatever. Anyways, it was pigeon's not squirrels for your information. (You'll have to read my sisters blog to understand...) Haha, you probably already have. Nice! Besides I made my point, which is published, all you have to do is put your&amp;nbsp;finger over the not and you realize, they want you to feed the animals! Hello, we're all adults here. What happens when you build a glass house and put up a sign that says, "Don't throw rocks at the glass house!"??? Exactly! We all&amp;nbsp;know the truth!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So about me being in trouble. That's just life. I stopped trying to avoid it years ago. Do you know that I've always been proud to be me? In my happiness and joy I still manage to do the unthinkable. Like once I was so proud of how good a shot I was with a hockey puck. I wanted to show off&amp;nbsp;to my 50's ish&amp;nbsp;tour mom Nina. Who God is now enjoying her company soooooooo much! =) She was twenty feet away, and me in all my brilliance said, "Nina, check&amp;nbsp;this out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know you all know what happened next so we don't really need to get into it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just kidding, I'll finish. The puck was headed right between her legs, (HONEST!) Then mysteriously&amp;nbsp;like an unseen hand was guiding it,&amp;nbsp;WHACK, right into her bare shin... Now I know what your thinking... Kris, how stupid can you be! But I was not only well intentioned, I was a great shot! (Like the time I shot my arrow into my sisters friends butt. I can't help it if objects that leave my presence are attracted to other peoples bodies!&amp;nbsp;The point is, no matter how hard I try, things just happen. So I am content to be me and allow what will to just be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe now you'll all understand why I'm constantly saying, "I'm perfect." See, I'm just trying to to see me as I will be. I'm sill unfinished.&amp;nbsp;I'm not there yet. I'm being built. We all are. We're on this road to a place where we'll no longer be looking into a mirror. We're unperfected. Undone. Unfinished. Unbuilt. Unready. We're a bunch of UNS.&amp;nbsp;So&amp;nbsp;I will continue to say, "Perfection was named after me. I've made&amp;nbsp;one mistake; it was the time I thought I made a mistake.&amp;nbsp;Jesus isn't here anymore, somebodies got to be perfect! If art was a person, I'd be a masterpiece. I am great. Some one's got to be perfect, it might as well be me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not arrogance. It's not not even really intended as a joke, although that's how most&amp;nbsp;take it.&amp;nbsp;It is what it will be. I need it to help me finish the race. You can all&amp;nbsp;use it. It won't bother me. God knows we could use some more people like me! =) See, it's just what will be. I'm saying that&amp;nbsp;I'm gonna make it.&amp;nbsp;Abraham spoke about the things that were not as if they already existed. (Chapter and Verse pending)&amp;nbsp;Life's already hard, we might as well make it fun and exciting along the way. We might as well say what will be as if it already was. The only people we're going to offend are the people that are already offended!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;So know this, though your life might be unfinished, when it's done, you'll be a masterpiece. You are a masterpiece! I'm just a more expensive masterpiece! =)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TRzBcprJGqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m7rN6VlLdRg/s1600/360.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="425" n4="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TRzBcprJGqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m7rN6VlLdRg/s640/360.JPG" width="640" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none;"&gt;Sorry I didn't&amp;nbsp;talk about poop, pee,&amp;nbsp;punching your house down, or tickling penises. Maybe next time. Or maybe I'll just leave that to my more than perfect sister. All the love.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-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/3769262172369644912-7412823313824226154?l=alloverthisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/7412823313824226154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/unfinished.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default/7412823313824226154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default/7412823313824226154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/2010/12/unfinished.html' title='Unfinished'/><author><name>Kris Leck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02818405573761365867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TFmU5h_8KSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DPBh1ZNheQ8/S220/Ain%27t+she+fine!.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TRzBcprJGqI/AAAAAAAAAB8/m7rN6VlLdRg/s72-c/360.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3769262172369644912.post-5450024015681488589</id><published>2010-08-04T09:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T08:46:05.094-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A first for everything.</title><content type='html'>I live in the wilderness. I've got to be a little crazy doing what I do. I think my wife is crazy too. I know my kids are. I'm in a volatile business. One minute there's so much work that people are mad at you for taking so long to get to them. The next minute there's nothing in sight. People will call you their best friend until you've done what they want, and then you'll never hear from them again. That's the way of this world?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not crazy for wanting more in life. We all do. I'm crazy because I can't do what I'm doing without God. He's proven himself to my family time and time again. But we have to keep looking. Too many people have tried to explain away my situation as luck, chance, coincidence. But I know the truth. I know that a business with no cash assets, none, can't come up with $3,000 a month to survive, "consistently". And them some, because that's just for the business!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, today, I'm thinking too much. I've had more work then I know what to do with for exactly one year. Now there's nothing in sight. Well, nothing pressing. And now I ask myself, and God, "Okay, where's the next miracle? God, did I miss it?" I know one thing. It will be okay. No worries. When it's all said and done the provision is going to come. I know it will. I just don't know how. That's the miracle of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money. That's right, I said it. Money. You see, it's the love of money that's the root of all evil. Not money itself.&amp;nbsp;So, money will come because&amp;nbsp;I love His Kingdom. And it takes money to build one.&amp;nbsp;My family has&amp;nbsp;made a choice to build His Kingdom. I think it's amazing that God would trust his children enough to let them be the ones in charge of doing it. With all our mistakes&amp;nbsp;we've made I'd have thought one of these days God would figure it out! -"Alright kids, it's out of your hands! I'm putting Michael in charge of my Kingdom now." Big freakin sword like that he outa be able to handle anything! But that's the beauty of it. It's up to us. It's in your hands. What are you going to do with it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, bye the way, that's not what this blog is ultimately about. I just hope to be able to share my families miracles with everyone along the way. Including my family! This blog... The words I will hopefully continue posting... It's to be about&amp;nbsp;everything I believe. So for once and for all, everyone will know the truth. Some people already do.&amp;nbsp;Everyone who reads this; probably not many, will&amp;nbsp;truly learn the truth.&amp;nbsp;Everyone who people reading this share this with. Everyone&amp;nbsp;will know:&amp;nbsp;Kris Leck is out of his mind. He's nuts. Definitely Crazy.&amp;nbsp;But I don't mind, as long as I stay in love with my Creator!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3769262172369644912-5450024015681488589?l=alloverthisworld.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/feeds/5450024015681488589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-for-everything.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default/5450024015681488589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3769262172369644912/posts/default/5450024015681488589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://alloverthisworld.blogspot.com/2010/08/first-for-everything.html' title='A first for everything.'/><author><name>Kris Leck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02818405573761365867</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='21' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lxGQtObt0xg/TFmU5h_8KSI/AAAAAAAAAAY/DPBh1ZNheQ8/S220/Ain%27t+she+fine!.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
