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<feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom"><id>tag:elizevogel.blog.co.uk,2009-11-08:/</id><title>GODESS</title><link rel="self" href="http://elizevogel.blog.co.uk/feed/atom/posts/"/><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://elizevogel.blog.co.uk/"/><generator version="1.0">MokoFeed</generator><updated>2009-11-08T03:39:37+01:00</updated><entry><id>tag:elizevogel.blog.co.uk,2007-03-16:/2007/03/16/mission_me~1915002/</id><title>Mission Me !!!</title><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://elizevogel.blog.co.uk/2007/03/16/mission_me~1915002/"/><author><name>GODESS</name></author><published>2007-03-16T13:01:48+01:00</published><updated>2007-03-16T13:01:48+01:00</updated><content type="html">	&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow, I'm attending a "Mission Seminar". May this be a proof of my insanity and restless soul... God only knows why He's sending me there. &lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;I've always had this burning "feeling" inside of me that I was put on this earth for a greater good. So, after matric (Grade 12) I went into the teaching profession. I did bloody good and was for 14 years everyone's favourite teacher. But still I was not content ...&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;Then I wanted to go and feed the hungry children in Somalia, tend to the sick woman in Angola, spread the word of God in Libia! Madness I tell you !!! What the hell is wrong with me! Why can I just not be?&lt;/p&gt;
	&lt;p&gt;May I start finding my answers tomorrow? I'm not one of the holiest people in the world, and I know all about the "aching-for-God's-love-thing". I'm so full of sh*t, why do I have these aspirations? &lt;/p&gt;
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