<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Lisa Speaks]]></title><description><![CDATA[Lisa Speaks]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Mon, 28 Sep 2026 18:33:47 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.lisaspeaks.life/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[He Put Me In A Garden]]></title><description><![CDATA[When my husband unexpectedly died, my whole life was turned upside down. It’s not that it was ever normal before…but this one I was not ready for. Who is, right? I asked Him how am I to provide for myself now? 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I laughed thinking about how we would fight […]]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/today-is-five-years-since-you-did-not-come-back-home-to-me</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a94b75c21ca4b8be969513c</guid><pubDate>Tue, 28 Jul 2026 16:11:35 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5440dd_54623dc6642a45c79da52e4eb46556b6~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_800,h_600,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[What is that one thing you desire?]]></title><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/sample</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a95990ba1169fcc92d33141</guid><pubDate>Tue, 24 Jun 2025 15:26:48 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="http://video.wixstatic.com/video/5440dd_b7322b6e1af84fd2911b3f8940fbb82d/1080p/mp4/file.mp4" length="0" type="video"/><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[May My Life Bring You Glory]]></title><description><![CDATA[May My Life Bring You Glory Start writing. Start writing. Start writing. Start writing. Start writing. I’m writing, God.]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/may-my-life-bring-you-glory</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9d9787f9120938277fe81e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jul 2022 16:40:55 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5440dd_70a5d00623914b5b811ab504adccedc4~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_349,h_349,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[A Last Goodbye.]]></title><description><![CDATA[A day of my life. I took him to the airport, pulled up to the curb, we were late. I quickly jumped out of the car to give him a hug goodbye and try to help him with his suitcase, to which, he got irritated with me for. I always thought if I helped him […]]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/a-last-goodbye-reflections-on-a-day-in-my-life</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a94b75c21ca4b8be969513a</guid><pubDate>Sun, 25 Jul 2021 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[I inhabit you]]></title><description><![CDATA[I inhabit you. —Ephesians 2:22 I think the most precious times to hear God’s voice is in the moments that you are in your own little world and He reminds you that He is there (with you)….too.]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/i-inhabit-you</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9d9c46338fe3cc70d52c6f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Sep 2016 17:05:41 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Finding Goo-Goo]]></title><description><![CDATA[Finding Goo-Goo. I was that little girl. You know, THAT little girl. I was the one who trusted what she was told. I was the one who loved openly. I was the one who crawled up and laid my head close to your heart. I was the one who squirmed always closer in that safe place. I was the one who kissed her daddy's feet. I was the one who spoke up at injustice or cruelty. I was the one who was an “expressive” one… I was....And then I was not. This is my story of losing and finding THAT little girl...]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/finding-goo-goo</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9daa5ff42b356b0485e243</guid><pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2016 04:00:00 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[EVERY thing You Need.]]></title><description><![CDATA[EVERY thing you need. I walked past THE ROOM and I could feel him drawing me in. Oh I so wanted to go in and set in his presence. To feel Him. To know He was there. To be with Him. But. No. No time. I had so much I NEEDED to do. If I just hurry up and finish, then I can go in. I put the clean towels on the closet and again found myself looking in. Longing to go in. Drawn to go on. Even the sunlight backing through the window... it always shines so beautiful in that room. The air is just...]]></description><link>https://www.lisaspeaks.life/post/every-thing-you-need</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a9da0eef8e722786207c68e</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Jan 2016 18:27:18 GMT</pubDate><dc:creator>Lisa Atkinson</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>