<?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-3703009</id><updated>2011-05-26T09:35:32.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>mes pensees</title><subtitle type='html'>through this blog, i attempt to expose my personal thoughts, "mes pensees", believing that true growth occurs only as i am honest with myself, my peers, and my God.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Greg</name><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>89</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-8745551676471952763</id><published>2011-05-26T09:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T09:35:32.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only good medicaments for you!... http://relaxationstation.biz/friends_links.php?lylaolid=10pa1</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/8745551676471952763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/8745551676471952763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2011/05/only-good-medicaments-for-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-117115967726600743</id><published>2007-02-10T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-10T21:07:57.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reminder - Greg Hopwood has invited you to iLike.com</title><summary type='text'>This is your final reminder that Greg Hopwood invited you to join iLike.    Click here to read your message from Greg Hopwood:    http://www.ilike.com/welcome?invite=5sajhvEVjBHtBMAGr6d5OQ    If you have received this message in error, or have already signed up on iLike, please disregard this message. You will not receive any further emails in regards to this invitation.      What is iLike? It is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/117115967726600743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/117115967726600743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2007/02/reminder-greg-hopwood-has-invited-you.html' title='Reminder - Greg Hopwood has invited you to iLike.com'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-117051242785317008</id><published>2007-02-03T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-03T09:20:27.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Greg Hopwood has sent you a private message</title><summary type='text'>Click here to read your message from Greg Hopwood:    http://www.ilike.com/welcome?invite=M0Xwmq1C1PsByXECw0qv3A      What is iLike? It is a service that lets you discover music based on what you and your friends like.  You can share your music tastes,    see what your friends are listening to, and get tons of free MP3s from emerging artists that match your tastes.    You received this email </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/117051242785317008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/117051242785317008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2007/02/greg-hopwood-has-sent-you-private.html' title='Greg Hopwood has sent you a private message'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-115328905613180482</id><published>2006-07-19T01:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:04:16.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Day of the Rest of My Life</title><summary type='text'>I was  deeply moved at Tent tonight to make a profound, lifelong, change of  direction.  I have not been seeking the Lord first as I ought.  I have  not been embedded in His Word and have not been deep in prayer as I am called to  be.  I have allowed the distractions of life to carry me away from seeking  Him first.  I have allowed my frustrations and carnal reactions develop a  root of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/115328905613180482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/115328905613180482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2006/07/first-day-of-rest-of-my-life.html' title='The First Day of the Rest of My Life'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-114602129282307744</id><published>2006-04-25T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:14:52.830-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awaking the Plans of God</title><summary type='text'>If I look back on the scripture promise above from Ps20, I realize that one of the key desires and plans isfor Alla to be cared for.  ?Lord, I present her to youand ask that you bring forth the desire in my heart,that she is cared for, that she is a integral part ofour family, that she is blessed through us and that weare blessed through her, that we enjoy lifelongrelationship and heritage.  Let </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114602129282307744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114602129282307744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2006/04/awaking-plans-of-god.html' title='Awaking the Plans of God'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-114602121800240666</id><published>2006-04-25T22:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T22:13:38.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to Chippity Chop</title><summary type='text'>The train from Budapest to ChopSo much has happened over the last few years; I neverimagined I would be leading a team to the Ukraine.  Ienjoy traveling with Paul.  it is comfortable to be ina support role.  To be team leader, it certainlydemands a different level of focus.I am not worthy, never will be worthy.  I am notprepared, would probably never be prepared.  I cry outfor you alone.  I ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114602121800240666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114602121800240666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2006/04/off-to-chippity-chop.html' title='Off to Chippity Chop'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-114196710573745457</id><published>2006-03-10T00:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T00:05:05.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Enigma of Doing</title><summary type='text'>I have such  strong convictions; strong beliefs in how certain things should be done in the  church.  Why does it seem so hard to execute these  beliefs?   In the  first couple months working as Pastor of Ministry I have felt so ineffective, so  bogged down by menial administrative tasks, so far from truly helping  people.  While I have always believed so strongly in empowering others to  do the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114196710573745457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114196710573745457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2006/03/enigma-of-doing.html' title='The Enigma of Doing'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-114187839955636595</id><published>2006-03-08T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T23:26:39.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Building Better Lives and Better Families for Jesus</title><summary type='text'>I am deeply  moved by the call of God in this point in time.  Through a series of  conversations, the Lord has confirmed that He wants Chris and I to focus on  building up marriages in this season.  A few months ago, as I was working  on the theme statement on our web page, Judson blurted out "building better  lives and better families for Jesus."  When he said that statement, the  Spirit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114187839955636595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/114187839955636595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2006/03/building-better-lives-and-better.html' title='Building Better Lives and Better Families for Jesus'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-113971591090669304</id><published>2006-02-11T22:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T22:47:01.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hop Hightop Heritage</title><summary type='text'>Today was a significant day.  I took my three kiddos skiing for the first time.  The boys took a lesson, and I held my daughter in tow.  At her tender age, she had a fantastic first day on the slopes.  The ski instructor remarked, "If she is not crying at that age, consider it a bonus."  She did quite well, shouting, "Weeeee" and "Again Daddy!" as we went up and down.  Truly a day to book in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/113971591090669304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/113971591090669304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2006/02/hop-hightop-heritage.html' title='The Hop Hightop Heritage'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-113325288939343748</id><published>2005-11-29T03:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-29T03:36:45.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanksgiving Weekend Feast</title><summary type='text'>This Thanksgiving I ate good.  I was fat and happy from feasting with my family.  My sister A.J., a.k.a. "the gravy master," made me want to stuff my face until it hurt.  And I did.  God is good.Right on the heels of that feast, the Lord has brought me to His banquet table of revelation.  Starting on Sunday morning, continuing through this evening, the Lord has encouraged me with glimmers of "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/113325288939343748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/113325288939343748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/11/thanksgiving-weekend-feast.html' title='Thanksgiving Weekend Feast'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-113089776471237074</id><published>2005-11-01T21:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T21:16:04.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>...and the song continues</title><summary type='text'>"Holy,  Holy, Holy, Is the LORD  Almighty, the whole  earth is full of His glory."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/113089776471237074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/113089776471237074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/11/and-song-continues.html' title='...and the song continues'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112615537580444987</id><published>2005-09-07T23:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T00:56:39.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Cry for Just Justices</title><summary type='text'>My heart cry for months has been justice justices, "Lord, give us righteous judges." I have been following the work of JHOP, the Justice House of Prayer. A few months ago, they opened a 24/7 House of Prayer right across the street from the Supreme Court. The day they opened, the Supreme Court heard the first case on Roe vs. Wade in years. A few months after they opened, we have two open seats in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112615537580444987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112615537580444987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/09/cry-for-just-justices.html' title='A Cry for Just Justices'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112615371141408868</id><published>2005-09-07T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T23:28:31.440-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hermit Island ~ A Touch of Heaven</title><summary type='text'>We spent Labor Day weekend at Hermit Island, a camping  resort located on beachfront property in Maine.  Hermit Island is an  incredible place, a touch of heaven. Due to its isolated location, there is all  sorts of wildlife throughout the island. We were able to walk within a few feet  of deer, discover innumerable sea creatures, spot eagles, and harvest fist-fulls  of clams. We were able to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112615371141408868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112615371141408868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/09/hermit-island-touch-of-heaven.html' title='Hermit Island ~ A Touch of Heaven'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112458962052628609</id><published>2005-08-20T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-20T21:00:20.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Conquered the Mighty Monadnock!</title><summary type='text'>We had a  great day hiking up the Mighty Monadnock today.  I tried to keep up with  the boys all day.  Chris and Dad were hiking buddies.  Xochi hiked up  about half way and I backpacked her the rest.  So much fun.  But we  are sooo tired.  Monadnock is the most hiked mountain in the world!   We thought that was going to make it easy but it was quite a challenge with a  sharp incline, rock slabs </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112458962052628609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112458962052628609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/08/we-conquered-mighty-monadnock.html' title='We Conquered the Mighty Monadnock!'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112279026858687063</id><published>2005-07-31T01:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:39:11.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Pledge Allegiance</title><summary type='text'>I Am 52% AmericanMost times you are proud to be an American.Though sometimes the good ole US of A makes you cringeStill, you know there's no place better suited to be your home.You love your freedom and no one's going to take it away from you!How American Are You? According to an online survey I am listed as being 52% American. The survey says I "cringe" at some of the things our country does. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112279026858687063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112279026858687063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-pledge-allegiance.html' title='I Pledge Allegiance'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112218054310079636</id><published>2005-07-23T23:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T23:49:03.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Photo Page Password</title><summary type='text'>I decided to put a  password on my family photo page.  I welcome your visit to my photo  page...simply drop me an email and I will send the password your way.  If  you do not know my email address, leave your email address on the comment  to this blog entry and I will get it to you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112218054310079636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112218054310079636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/07/photo-page-password.html' title='Photo Page Password'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112209085681725781</id><published>2005-07-22T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:14:32.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun in the Sun</title><summary type='text'>We have been taking Fridays as family days...what fun. We had a great time at Ogunquit today. Toward the end of the day I went on a run and reveled in the beauty of God...the sky was glowing with God's glory. I was also delighted to see the kids playing in the ocean inlet. They were in full discovery mode...digging for clams, hunting down crabs, finding lost treasures in forgotten seashells, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112209085681725781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112209085681725781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/07/fun-in-sun.html' title='Fun in the Sun'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112180607311618905</id><published>2005-07-19T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:47:53.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Time</title><summary type='text'>I need prayer for  this Sunday.  I am preaching during the Sunday morning services and need  the Lord to direct my thoughts for the message.  I invite Him to prepare my  heart, direct my thoughts, and order every word I speak.      If you read this  before Sunday, July 24, I really need you to pray...I know I do not get many  visitors so you may be the only person to pray on my behalf.   Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112180607311618905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112180607311618905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/07/prayer-time.html' title='Prayer Time'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112124225061220757</id><published>2005-07-13T03:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T03:10:50.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not by might nor by power but by His Spirit</title><summary type='text'>I awoke  tonight with an urge to write.  I need to forge forth with a clear passion,  fulfilling a compelling need, into unfamiliar territory.  I realize I do  not have the resources to accomplish the task.  I am not disciplined  enough, I am not focused enough, I am not experienced enough...simply...I am not  enough.  I do not have the might or the power to accomplish the task.   I can depend </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112124225061220757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112124225061220757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-by-might-nor-by-power-but-by-his.html' title='Not by might nor by power but by His Spirit'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112001475679778330</id><published>2005-06-28T22:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:39:38.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lightbulb from Bright Bill</title><summary type='text'>A while ago I was impressed to read the biography of my spiritual father, Bill Bright.  I was saved while alone reading his book, "The Uniqueness of Jesus."  Since I knew the Lord had a special purpose in this book, I pressed on, picking it up over and over.As I read today, I stumbled upon a section that I know was meant for me.  I have been praying for some time about hearing the voice of God; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112001475679778330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112001475679778330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/lightbulb-from-bright-bill.html' title='Lightbulb from Bright Bill'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-112001454983872589</id><published>2005-06-28T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:40:02.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Fun at Fireside</title><summary type='text'>It feels good to be spending some family time.  We spent one night Camping with our church and then left for Camp Fireside.We had a wonderful time at the annual GFC Camping Trip. The kids played better than ever, we never ran out of bacon, and we had a special time of sharing on Sunday. The Lord wove a special theme during out sharing time, that the Lord would keep our children and our heritage </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112001454983872589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/112001454983872589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/family-fun-at-fireside.html' title='Family Fun at Fireside'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111962547196557010</id><published>2005-06-24T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:40:26.050-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Much Fun</title><summary type='text'>I am entering a whirlwind of vacation time.  We head out to our annual GFC Camping Trip, spend a week at Camp Fireside, and then head out to Ohio for another week.  The back to back to back vacationing leaves me a bit weary just thinking about it.  Lord, in Your grace, bless me with many rich times of peace and rest with You, with Chris, and the kids.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111962547196557010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111962547196557010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/too-much-fun.html' title='Too Much Fun'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111962505158415386</id><published>2005-06-24T09:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:41:06.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go Andrew Go!</title><summary type='text'>A long time friend, Andrew Thompson, is pictured with his Dad at the beginning of his attempt to break the AT Trail Record. Click here to follow his progress throughout the next couple of weeks. Join me in praying God's kindness, mercy, and grace to speed him on his way. Go Andrew go! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111962505158415386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111962505158415386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/go-andrew-go.html' title='Go Andrew Go!'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111946450159141819</id><published>2005-06-22T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T13:21:41.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhh!</title><summary type='text'>After countless  weeks of breakneck pace, my life is finally coming back in balance.  It  feels good to breathe again.  It feels good for my soul to have time to  soak in the Lord.  It feels good to be able to go to the bathroom when  nature calls.  It feels good to hang out with my wife.  It feels good  to delight in the Lord.  It feels good to have no people problems weighing  on me.  It feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111946450159141819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111946450159141819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/ahhh.html' title='Ahhh!'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111962491747625558</id><published>2005-06-11T21:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:41:39.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commencement Day</title><summary type='text'>Over the last few weeks, I have enjoyed special times with our Seniors. They have true destiny in the Lord. Graduation was a time of true celebration and impartation. Click above for more pix. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111962491747625558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111962491747625558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/commencement-day.html' title='Commencement Day'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111947526264514155</id><published>2005-06-01T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:42:04.976-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Va Beach Update</title><summary type='text'>I am having a wonderful time with the Seniors. This is a great bunch to spend time with. Although I am getting little sleep, I am enjoying rich time with the Lord...standing in awe before breathtaking sunrises, bowing in fear of our Creator before a raging ocean, walking with our Lord along the beach. Good stuff to my soul.Take a gander at a few pictures.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111947526264514155'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111947526264514155'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/06/va-beach-update.html' title='Va Beach Update'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111947548408319982</id><published>2005-05-31T16:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T01:42:49.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Undending Artist</title><summary type='text'>Our Creator is the Artist above all artists </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111947548408319982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111947548408319982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/undending-artist.html' title='The Undending Artist'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111727803905735272</id><published>2005-05-28T06:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-28T06:00:39.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Off to VA Beach</title><summary type='text'>I am off  once again to VA Beach.  Heading back to VA Beach reminds me of  yesteryear.  I made this road trip about 14 years ago with the  Yonk-meister.  Boy am I getting old.  What seemed like a trip 2 or 3  years ago has turned into the double digits.   Looking  forward to spending some time with some of the best Seniors in the world.   I really mean that.  I believe these graduates have  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111727803905735272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111727803905735272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/off-to-va-beach.html' title='Off to VA Beach'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111706191105629916</id><published>2005-05-25T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T17:58:31.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And the Winner Is...</title><summary type='text'>I won  Kempy's art auction last night.  I celebrated as the eBay timer counted  down to zero.  "I won, I won!"  Kempy jumped for joy.  He woke up  this morning and gave me a big hug, "Dad, you won the auction last night."   As the auction continued through the week, I was pleasantly surprised that a few  mystery bidders joined into the fray.  Some eBay regulars, collectors in  antique toys, found</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111706191105629916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111706191105629916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/and-winner-is.html' title='And the Winner Is...'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111698922392357968</id><published>2005-05-24T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-24T21:47:03.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reality Check</title><summary type='text'>Over  the last week, my eyes were opened to the reality of spiritual warfare.  As  I looked back over the battlefield, I was reminded once again of the  undisputable reality of the spiritual realm that engulfs us.  It is now and  always will be true, the LORD God is the Living and True God.  There is a  very real enemy in this world, lurking to thwart us from embracing the purposes  of God, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111698922392357968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111698922392357968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/reality-check.html' title='Reality Check'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111649944408634544</id><published>2005-05-19T05:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-22T23:16:36.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Kempy</title><summary type='text'>My son, Kempy, delighted me the other night.  He was both adorable and inspirational on his birthday the other night.  Chris, equally unique and precious, bought him a slew of art supplies for his birthday.  Not the usual kiddie type...real art stuff...oil paints, color mixing wheel, paint texture tools, and canvases.  It was a good thing I did not see the supplies until the moment he opened them</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111649944408634544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111649944408634544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/precious-kempy_111649944408634544.html' title='Precious Kempy'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111593571410770946</id><published>2005-05-12T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T17:12:06.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Standing on the Word</title><summary type='text'>The other day, in the midst of a heated battle, I chose to stand on God's Word.  While there was a lot of shake, rattle, and roll, I am beginning to see the Lord's grace working through my steps of faith.  Words that I have stepped into lately:"They were also to stand every morning to thank and praise the Lord.  They were to do the same in the evening." (1 Chron 23:30)"Be strong and courageous, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111593571410770946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111593571410770946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/standing-on-word.html' title='Standing on the Word'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111577873879704797</id><published>2005-05-10T21:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T01:16:13.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Unending Song</title><summary type='text'>&lt;?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /&gt; Each of the four living creatures had six wings and was covered with eyes all around, even under his wings. Day and night they never stop saying: "Holy, holy, holy is the Lord God Almighty, who was, and is, and is to come." (Rev 4:8) They were saying this before you stopped by, they are saying this as you read this very </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111577873879704797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111577873879704797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/unending-song_111577873879704797.html' title='The Unending Song'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111546180870260711</id><published>2005-05-07T05:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T05:30:09.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing to Lag No More</title><summary type='text'> I am so  sick of jet lag.  I felt great the first couple days; however, after the  third night of no sleep...arrgghhhh...it is starting to wear on  me.   Thankfully,  the sweet memories of Romania make it worth a thousand nights...well...maybe a  hundred nights of jet lag.   Perhaps my  jet lag will remind me of much more important things...like Amishur and his  battle with AIDS.   "Jesus,  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111546180870260711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111546180870260711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/longing-to-lag-no-more.html' title='Longing to Lag No More'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111537200582396552</id><published>2005-05-06T04:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T04:33:25.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Up and Down and All Around</title><summary type='text'>There has  been a lot filling my head over the last few weeks.   Romania was  incredible...more than I have time to describe right now.  For our trip  blog and pictures, visit our Romania page at GFC  or my photo  blog.   Being back  with the wife and kids has been nice.  They are such a support and  joy.     Being back  at work has been more of a battle....good times, tough  times.    "Lord  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111537200582396552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111537200582396552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/05/up-and-down-and-all-around.html' title='Up and Down and All Around'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111389642103958680</id><published>2005-04-19T02:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T02:40:21.040-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ready or Not...Here I Come!</title><summary type='text'>As I chased  the boys in Kid's Cove the other night, I cried out the timeless phrase, "Ready  or not, here I come!"  Now that I think of it, that statement may have been  prophetic.  Just a few nights before departure, I am full of excitement yet  so unprepared.  So much to do and so little time...so what am I  doing?  The very thing I should not, I am sleepless, an excited insomniac  digging his</summary><link 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are not this way, there are so many that are.  This peek comes on  the heels of reading the article on Sider's book.  My recent revelations  only lead me to conclude, sadly, that his concerns are quite valid and the  health of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111362213976413956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111362213976413956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/04/peek-boo.html' title='Peek-a-boo'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111352860209534449</id><published>2005-04-14T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T20:30:02.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Romania in a Blink</title><summary type='text'>One week  from now, just over a blink, I will be flying over the Atlantic on my way to  Romania.    "God,  in Your Sovereignty, prepare me...prepare us...in every way, for all You want to  do."   I feel so  ill-prepared; prepare us O God.   I guess it  is less about our preparation and more about being in  Christ...   ...I abide  in You alone, my Lord and Savior, Jesus Christ.     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111352860209534449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111352860209534449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/04/romania-in-blink.html' title='Romania in a Blink'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111316176269928393</id><published>2005-04-10T14:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:36:02.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our inJustice System</title><summary type='text'>I have been  thinking about our inJustice System lately.  How can one judge affect our  nation so profoundly?  I was deeply disturbed when a handful of judges  allowed homosexuals to get married.  Now another set of judges legislate  murder!  It bewilders me.  I worked with people for two years who were  much like Terry; following their ruling, the judges could have ruled each and  every one be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111316176269928393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/111316176269928393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/04/our-injustice-system.html' title='Our inJustice System'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-111101706137953897</id><published>2005-03-16T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T18:51:01.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hal is in the House</title><summary type='text'>Last week  we had a special speaker, Hal K., at the High School for Spiritual  Emphasis Week.  What a cool guy.   I learned a  lot from him.  I was challenged by his messages, his style with the  students, his preparation, and his use of multi-media.  I was particularly  taken with his thought on "spiritual authority."  I desire to possess more  spiritual authority, as he mentioned.   I stepped  </summary><link rel='edit' 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of my life-long friends, I am so drained from my time in Andover I just  want to rest up and hide away in the house of the Lord.  Lord, somehow  let my time in Cincinnati surprise me.  Refuel me in You through my time of  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110944128945423732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110944128945423732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/drained-weary-and-hungry-for-rest.html' title='Drained, Weary, and Hungry for Rest'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110847516292639739</id><published>2005-02-15T08:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T08:46:02.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carrot Powers  Activate!</title><summary type='text'>Ahhhhh....the power of the carrot.  So tasty, so strengthening; I  can literally feel the juice give life back to my body.  I am staying at my  parents house to care for my Grandmother while my parents are on vacation.   Being at their house is such a drain to me...body, soul, and spirit.  I had  to stop by my house for a quick juice to rejuvenate my body.  Lord,  rejuvenate my soul by the juice </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110847516292639739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110847516292639739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/carrot-powers-activate.html' title='Carrot Powers  Activate!'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110791862909913248</id><published>2005-02-08T22:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T22:10:29.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Insight in Prayer / Birthday Blessing</title><summary type='text'>Today is my  day to pray for Paul B.  The Lord had me experience a few things today that  allowed me insight into what Paul feels on a day-to-day basis.  It helped  me pray for him as I felt what it is like to walk in his  shoes.   Today was  also Juddy's 8th birthday.  I am so thankful for him.  He is a special  boy that shows his love, excitement, and zest for life in so many special  ways.  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$30-50  per month.     During the  Christmas season, I was surfing from site to site and stumbled upon Over the  Rhine's "mp3 of the month - Poopsmith."  I immediately clicked on it and  discovered a infectious tune, "Poop in the potty, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110759720754165562'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110759720754165562'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/singing-blues-awayor-browns-away.html' title='Singing the Blues Away...or the Browns Away'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110759588174339918</id><published>2005-02-05T04:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T04:31:21.743-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Touch of Gratitude</title><summary type='text'>During our  time at The Mission tonight, I stepped back, looked at everyone  interacting, and welled up with thanks.  I watched one of my students,  Emily, dancing with Xochi, and thought, "This is so cool."  As Xochi beamed  with joy, I looked at each of my children and then looked at each of my students  and thought, "Thank You God!"  I thought, "This is such a cool season of  life.  This is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110759588174339918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110759588174339918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/touch-of-gratitude.html' title='A Touch of Gratitude'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110759585272041127</id><published>2005-02-05T04:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T04:30:52.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Stand Alone on the Word of God the B-I-B-L-E</title><summary type='text'>I taught  chapel the other day.  While I prepared, the Lord reminded me that He is my  teacher and that He is faithful to prepare me to speak.   During the  weeks leading up to the chapel, I thought of a few topics I needed to address  with the students.  I wrote them down and pondered them for a couple of  weeks.  When the time came for me to prepare to speak to the students, I  was unsettled 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friends and we were ushered into his private  quarters.  Upon our arrival, he was immediately threatened by an outside  attack.  The President immediately responded and scared the intruder  off.  Throughout that evening, as we visited with the President, he was  continually under </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110742087383215474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110742087383215474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/battling-for-bush.html' title='Battling for Bush'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110729584828386811</id><published>2005-02-01T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T17:10:48.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Visions for Vision</title><summary type='text'>Chris  prayed for me this evening.  As she prayed, she saw a vision of me in a  graduation robe.  She sensed the Lord say, "I have graduated you."   She then saw me eating the diploma scroll, "You are to eat the plans I have for  you."  Lord let this be.  Let me eat Your plans for me.  Let  me be a graduate for Your glory, living out all you teach me as I pour out my  life to others.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110729584828386811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110729584828386811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/visions-for-vision.html' title='Visions for Vision'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110727202133327506</id><published>2005-02-01T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T10:33:41.333-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fleece of Faith</title><summary type='text'>After studying  Gideon's fleece this morning, I realized that Gideon's fleece was blessed  because his fleece was an act of faith.  The specific fleece request was so  unique, only a miracle from the Lord could fulfill his  request.   It is commonly  taught today that looking to a fleece is synonymous with faithlessness.  We  are discouraged from using fleeces because they only show we do not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110727202133327506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110727202133327506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/02/fleece-of-faith.html' title='Fleece of Faith'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110689757458602361</id><published>2005-01-28T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T02:32:54.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleary Eyes...Blurry Mind</title><summary type='text'>I continue to live  in sleep depravation.  Some nights I am fiddling and diddling staying up  too late, other nights I am forced to stay up until the wee hours of the morning  to meet deadlines.  I am concerned that all of these late nights are  turning my mind to mush...literally.  I need to take care of my body  better.  Lord help me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110689757458602361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110689757458602361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/bleary-eyesblurry-mind.html' title='Bleary Eyes...Blurry Mind'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110672293508249586</id><published>2005-01-26T02:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-26T02:02:15.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Books &amp; Powder &amp; More Books</title><summary type='text'>I woke up  this morning with thoughts floating in my head about a book idea.   Lord, by Your power, let this idea come to fruition.  Bring justice and  blessing to us through this idea.  Now, 16 hours later, my head aches  with fatigue.  I had a wonderful day skiing with Dad, Jeanine, &amp;  Taryn.  I had a great time reconnecting with my cousin, Taryn.  I pray  God's greatest blessing in her life.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110672293508249586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110672293508249586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/books-powder-more-books.html' title='Books &amp; Powder &amp; More Books'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110636800476225131</id><published>2005-01-21T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T23:26:44.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends of His Friends</title><summary type='text'>Tonight Chris, I, and the kids went to the Mission for Pizza  Night.  I think the thing that encourages me most about these times is that  I sense we are really becoming friends with the folks at the Mission.  They  genuinely look forward to seeing us and we genuinely look forward to seeing  them.  We share life together.  We catch up.  We make plans for  future gatherings.  We eat together.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110636800476225131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110636800476225131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/friends-of-his-friends.html' title='Friends of His Friends'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110627987250334203</id><published>2005-01-20T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-20T22:57:52.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Fellowship</title><summary type='text'>I met  with the teachers this evening for dinner.  I had fun cooking in the  kitchen and whipping up an alfredo dish (although it came at a high price; I  melted my Cuisinart in the frenzy of getting the food ready and the chillin' out  the door).  It was an enjoyable, relaxed time.  The Lord has brought  us so many quality people in such a short time...people with whom I sincerely  enjoy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110627987250334203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110627987250334203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/sweet-fellowship.html' title='Sweet Fellowship'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110618843104912549</id><published>2005-01-19T21:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:54:33.633-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brainerd Notes, Part I</title><summary type='text'>I have been anticipating the arrival of the biography, The Life and Diary of David Brainerd. It finally arrived and I immediately dug in. Good stuff. I was immediately struck by his continual self-abasement. I also noticed that he had some horrifying experiences where he felt an overwhelming sense of the vengeance of God. I find it interesting that both he and Luther had some fear-based </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110618843104912549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110618843104912549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/brainerd-notes-part-i.html' title='Brainerd Notes, Part I'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110615776809454271</id><published>2005-01-19T13:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:54:14.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do I Betray?</title><summary type='text'>Why is it that my actions betray the desire of my soul? The very thing I seek to do, the very area where I want growth is the specific area of my downfall. Is this your way of answering my longings, by fulfilling the growth principle of James 1:2-4, that friction brings eventual growth? I can but quote Romans 7 once again as my solace, "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from this body </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110615776809454271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110615776809454271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-do-i-betray.html' title='Why do I Betray?'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110610904885096057</id><published>2005-01-18T23:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:54:50.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Prayer Hurts</title><summary type='text'>Last night at evening prayer, I asked a couple guys to pray for me to increase in love; that I would maintain a disposition of love...even in the midst of difficult circumstances. This morning, God answered their prayers as I was thrown headlong into a wrestling match. My soul belched forth its worst and the wrestling match began in full force, "What a wretched man I am! Who will rescue me from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110610904885096057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110610904885096057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/prayer-hurts.html' title='Prayer Hurts'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110604947244859638</id><published>2005-01-18T06:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:55:10.306-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late Night Blues</title><summary type='text'>I have the "Late Night Blues" again. I did not sleep well, tossing and turning and finally waking up in the middle of the night. While I am so thankful for the special time of prayer, I am concerned about the health of my body. Lord, help me to get some good sleep. Fulfill Ps 51:10 in me, "renew a steadfast Spirit within me." Let me be steadfast in spirit, soul, and body so that I may seek you in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110604947244859638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110604947244859638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/late-night-blues.html' title='Late Night Blues'/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-110603488296205865</id><published>2005-01-18T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-19T21:55:36.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>After tossing and turning for about an hour I went down to the prayer room. I felt led to bring Sebastio's book "Sahel" down as my prayer book. I put Scourby's Psalms on the iPod as I prayed over some of the pictures. I was deeply moved during this time of prayer. The Lord led me as I prayed over each picture. The combination of the Psalms, music, and thoughts from the pictures prompted me in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110603488296205865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/110603488296205865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2005/01/after-tossing-and-turning-for-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-108790673824384521</id><published>2004-06-22T07:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T07:18:58.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>6/22/2004 8:06 AMAlthough I have attempted this a few times, I made a decision to get back to blogging.  I want to enjoy a special “Summer of Fun,” enjoying real, deep, life-spring rest in the Lord this summer.  As I reflect on my life, my periods of “Sabbath rest” have always entailed journaling.  As I move into this season, I commit to regular, if not daily, blogging.This morning, Matt 6:22</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/108790673824384521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/108790673824384521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2004/06/6222004-806-am-although-i-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-105939302744401920</id><published>2003-07-28T06:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T06:50:27.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>7/28/03 7:09 AMI am a bit tired and weary this morning; my sleep is all messed up from staying up late and waking up in the middle of the night.  In the midst of the morning fog, the Lord did break through and give me a clear thought.Upon reflecting on my weekend, I desire a greater degree of self control, particularly at home.  When tensions rise and accusations come my way, I do not want to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/105939302744401920'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/105939302744401920'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/07/72803-709-am-i-am-bit-tired-and-weary.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-105901713272787421</id><published>2003-07-23T22:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-23T22:25:32.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have not posted my blog for some time but I have been journaling more regularly.  This post is a compilation of my journaling over the past few months.7/23/03 11:17 PMI was not able to journal this morning because my Mac crashed.  I am thankful, “thank you O Lord” it is up and running again.  I was stirred by the theme at Tent last night, entering into the depths of God’s goodness.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/105901713272787421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/105901713272787421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/07/i-have-not-posted-my-blog-for-some.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-93661849</id><published>2003-05-02T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T12:29:32.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer FireworksWe often talk about prayer through the phrase, “the power of prayer.”  God not only worked in a powerful way this week, he gave a display of his glorious power, his fireworks.Our house has been on and off the market for 1 1/2 years.  Throughout this time, we received one serious offer.  Month after month bizarre things would happen that made the house difficult to sell.  Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/93661849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/93661849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/05/prayer-fireworks-we-often-talk-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-92961623</id><published>2003-04-20T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:23:26.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Top DownToday, the 20th Resurrection Sunday I have celebrated with new life in Christ, is a special, special day.  For 20 years there has been a key prayer request at the top of my prayer list.  Today I discovered that that top prayer request has been answered, it has been taken down off the list by the power and grace of God.I have been praying that the Aunt who led me to the Lord would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/92961623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/92961623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/04/top-down-today-20th-resurrection.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-92192847</id><published>2003-04-07T21:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T21:47:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making the Most of Your CriticsSome of the best things in life get better over time.  One of my favorite books of all time, The Best of AW Tozer, continues to mean more to me after 12 years. Today I had my Bible classes present 5 different chapters, each highlighting a key characteristic of leadership.  Two of these chapters spoke on criticism.  The chapter titled, On Receiving Admonition, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/92192847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/92192847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/04/making-most-of-your-critics-some-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-92023934</id><published>2003-04-04T23:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-05T08:09:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Midnight RunI had the delight of introducing my son to a new concept tonight, "Midnight Run".  Tim Willms, a hero who stood far above even the best Bethel commarades, took me on my first Midnight Run in the winter of '87.  With my nose stuck in a book, Tim somehow crowbarred me away from the dorm, crammed his car full of Bethelites, and sped off to Young’s Dairy, a dairy and pastry shop a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/92023934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/92023934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/04/midnight-run-i-had-delight-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-91502618</id><published>2003-03-27T16:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-27T16:20:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lessons from the Punjab Prayer-UnionI started reading a biography titled John Hyde: Apostle of Prayer.  Good stuff.  It has one stirring quote stating the principles necessary to join the Punjab Prayer-Union.  The principles are as follows:1.  Are you praying for quickening in your own life, in the life of your fellow-workers, and in the Church?2.  Are you longing for greater power of the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/91502618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/91502618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/03/lessons-from-punjab-prayer-union-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-90476288</id><published>2003-03-10T15:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T15:45:06.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smart Dad, Stupid Dad - Part IIA few months ago I wrote a blog discussing some observations surrounding the differences between smart and not-so smart kids.  Upon further reflection I have a few things to add.I gave the students individually based assignments during Bible class last week.  As I walked around the room and observed the students, there was a clear difference between how the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/90476288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/90476288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/03/smart-dad-stupid-dad-part-ii-few.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-90475734</id><published>2003-03-10T15:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T15:34:27.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Live or MemorexI observed something interesting this week.  I played background music to my Bible classes during some class projects this week.  I found that the recorded music on CD brought chaos while the live guitar picking was accepted widely.  Since music has proliferated, it seems that everyone has their own music that is "cool".  In any large group you get innumerable types of music </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/90475734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/90475734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/03/live-or-memorex-i-observed-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-90475143</id><published>2003-03-10T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T15:27:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fourth DAfter writing about the three Ds it took me months to come up with the fourth.  Was it that I spent my days reveling in "delight"...I wish.  To the contrary I have spent my time changing residence, putting my house up for sale, integrating into a unique 500,000 square foot community, and launching my church's website.After all this contemplation...what did I discover as the fourth</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/90475143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/90475143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2003/03/fourth-d-after-writing-about-three-ds.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-85331756</id><published>2002-12-01T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-01T10:01:53.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Three DsMy alarm jolted me out of my cozy bed this morning.  As I stumbled over to shut it off, all I wanted to do is crawl back for a few more winks of hibernation.  So...I did.  But when I finally had the covers sufficiently tucked, prohibiting any cold draft from creeping up my back, my soul wrestled within.  I could not escape the call to prayer.  Although I have drifted from my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/85331756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/85331756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/12/three-ds-my-alarm-jolted-me-out-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-85006000</id><published>2002-11-24T08:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T08:36:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wrestling with the Power of PrayerI was thinking this week about the interaction between God's Sovereignty and man's free will.  While I will never understand how God weaves these two together while maintaining the validity of both, my thoughts were more practical and less theological.  I considered this dynamic in relation to prayer.  Could it be that prayer is one key that unites God's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/85006000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/85006000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/wrestling-with-power-of-prayer-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-84950579</id><published>2002-11-22T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-22T20:24:04.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Digging InI was convicted of my lackadaisical attitude toward the Word of God this week.  After surveying the past few months I admitted I have been living on a "fast food" diet of the Word.  I made a commitment to dig in and it has yielded immediate encouragement and focus.  I followed Bob Sorge's suggestion to read successive portions of Scripture.  I am already enjoying the interaction </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84950579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84950579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/digging-in-i-was-convicted-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-84741019</id><published>2002-11-18T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-24T08:37:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fostering My MentorI was talking to my mentor about Foster's book, Celebration of Discipline, and he scowled.  Apparently he is not a fan of Foster.  I sent him a few of my favorite Foster quotes to stir his thinking.  Here they are:PrayerThe Perplexity of Unanswered Prayer..The first thing we must say is to confess that we have a genuine, not an imagined, problem.We will never have time</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84741019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84741019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/fostering-my-mentor-i-was-talking-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-84656485</id><published>2002-11-17T05:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T00:44:22.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay Power?Last night I was prompted to go back and read some highlights from one of my top ten books, What's So Amazing About Grace.  I stumbled on the chapter, Grace-Healed Eyes, and began thinking about gay power.The first thing that struck me was the reality of gay power.  The urge of the homosexuals is not a casual one.  In the book, Yancy's friend, Mel White, tries all sorts of things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84656485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84656485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/gay-power-last-night-i-was-prompted-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-84655779</id><published>2002-11-17T05:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T05:14:39.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Smart Dad, Stupid DadThis week I sat in on about 10 hours of parent-teacher conferences.  I saw parent after parent walk in with their kids.  There were nudges, dirty looks, elbows in the ribs, and a few corrective words.  But then a couple came in with an exemplary child...a girl who is a delight in my French class and carries a 100 average.In the spirit of Kiyosaki, I had to title this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84655779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84655779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/smart-dad-stupid-dad-this-week-i-sat.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-84655399</id><published>2002-11-17T04:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T04:53:15.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Promise of FearI was thinking about the fear of the Lord earlier this week and became deeply encouraged by all the promises related to this concept.  In the past I have not dwelled much on this concept.  Although I know the true meaning of the word fear in this context, nevertheless the connotation of the world fear did not stir much interest in me.  However, once I began to see the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84655399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84655399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/promise-of-fear-i-was-thinking-about.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-84465080</id><published>2002-11-13T05:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-17T04:56:11.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Do Cats Go to Heaven?My wife has been participating in a homeschooling email group for the past few months.  She has dropped seeds about her faith in Christ and caused a stir from time to time.  This week a woman in the email group faced a mini-crisis when her pet cat died.  Her daughter had been weeping for days and wondered if her the cat was in heaven.  This situation prompted Rachel to ask </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84465080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/84465080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/11/do-cats-go-to-heaven-my-wife-has-been.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-81437697</id><published>2002-09-10T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T22:40:54.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Core ValuesI am having the time of my life.  I recently began enjoying the privilege of teaching Bible to high school students in Southern New Hampshire at Nashua Christian Academy.  It is so much fun!  To think I have the opportunity to build into their lives...what a privilege and honor.As I prayed...thought..."Prought" how we should begin the year, I decided to have everyone write their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/81437697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/81437697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/09/core-values-i-am-having-time-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-81186040</id><published>2002-09-05T08:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T08:09:42.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glazed Over GoodnessA few days ago we sang a song in worship with the chorus, "You are good, You are good, and Your love endures".   As I sang that song, I realized, in spite of all God has done on my behalf, that song did not resonate in the depths of my soul.  Intellectually I knew I should be brimming with God's goodness but experientially I did not feel the deep exuberant joy that comes </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/81186040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/81186040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/09/glazed-over-goodness-few-days-ago-we.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80979872</id><published>2002-08-31T22:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T22:49:24.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Homeschool KickoffTonight we had a Homeschool Kickoff Party with some fellow homeschoolers.  We took our beloved Judson with his brother Kemper to the home of the Judsons to mark the beginning of their Kindergarten year.  We gave the boys some special gifts, their "Super Heroes Bible" and a Wonka Bar.  We pray, "Lord, Master, Rabbi...be the teacher of our boys, impart passion for You and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80979872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80979872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/homeschool-kickoff-tonight-we-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80850465</id><published>2002-08-28T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-28T20:54:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Fruit of Unanswered PrayerI spoke about unanswered prayer this evening at I church I grew up in, New England Bible Church.  Some of my thoughts came from these quotes:The Perplexity of Unanswered Prayer....The first thing we must say is to confess that we have a genuine, not an imagined, problem.  Many times I, too, stand in perplexity at prayers that seem to be ignored.  It may </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80850465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80850465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/fruit-of-unanswered-prayer-i-spoke.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80724881</id><published>2002-08-26T07:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T16:58:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Soul of LanguageI have been thinking about how my soul is connected to my mother tongue.  In preparation to teach French this fall, I decided to dive back into French by immersing my life of solitude in French.  I pray in French, I read my Bible in French. I think in French, I surf the web in French, I "palm" my memos &amp; to do lists in French...everything...tout en francais.After doing </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80724881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80724881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/soul-of-language-i-have-been-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80513284</id><published>2002-08-21T02:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T16:58:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Prayer, Passion, &amp; CompassionAs I prayed for Brian Kelley  tonight, I realized that true prayer is the perfect fusion between the passion of God and compassion for people.  "Lord...give me a heart of true prayer."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80513284'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80513284'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/prayer-passion-compassion-as-i-prayed.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80512567</id><published>2002-08-21T02:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T16:58:46.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Mother Heart of GodI found myself praying a very strange prayer tonight.  During our "Tent of Meeting" service where we gather to honor the glory of God and seek the presence of God, I began praying for God to reveal the "Mother Heart of God" to me.  While the focus of the service was to cry out for the "Father Heart of God", to be healed of "father wounds" that occurred in childhood, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80512567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80512567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/mother-heart-of-god-i-found-myself.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80398146</id><published>2002-08-18T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T16:59:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Salvation through SolitudeI just got back from a family vacation in Quebec.  We had a good time camping and visiting some friends in Montreal.  While I enjoyed watching my boys hunt frogs and my baby girl roll in the grass, about half way through the trip I realized how I get mentally drained from my kids.  The fact that they have continual demands, fun as they are ("Dad look at this frog!), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80398146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80398146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/salvation-through-solitude-i-just-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80214976</id><published>2002-08-13T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T16:59:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Family VacationsSeason after season, I carried a weight, saddened I did not take my family on vacaction.  Partly due to my lack of planning and partly choked by my corporate culture, I let season after season pass without a vacation.  I am burying that sadness this summer.  Tomorrow morning we leave on our third vacation of the summer and our second trip to Quebec.  The first trip was a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80214976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80214976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/family-vacations-season-after-season-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80214644</id><published>2002-08-13T22:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T06:26:53.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Steps of GrowthI celebrated my 8th anniversary yesterday...yahoo!  I thank my God for his grace and my wife for the sustaining power of her patience and forgiveness...8 years...yahoo.  I spent some time in the morning at the Robert Frost Woods reflecting on the past, present, and future of our relationship.  I was encouraged to see some growth occur over the past few years.  I am glad to see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80214644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80214644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/steps-of-growth-i-celebrated-my-8th.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3703009.post-80214083</id><published>2002-08-13T22:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-13T22:09:32.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I begin this blog at the behest of my friend, Kevin Rains, blogger extraordinaire.In this blog I hope to dig deep into my heart and soul to reveal some of the thoughts I ponder throughout the day.  It is my goal that this blog become a tool where I face myself, my friends, and my God, growing day by day, one step closer to being a honest, true, sincere friend of God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80214083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3703009/posts/default/80214083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hopwood.blogspot.com/2002/08/i-begin-this-blog-at-behest-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Greg</name><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></entry></feed>
