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		<title>By: Troy</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14456</link>
		<dc:creator>Troy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 05 Sep 2006 02:44:27 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Mike,

I just happened upon your blog, or so I think.  I've heard you speak both here in Searcy and in Abilene.  As in your preaching, you wrote from your heart to my heart, which is all ears.  I too have a special daughter.  Her name is Katie, and she is nine.  She was born with Down Syndrome and absolutely loves birthday parties.  They rank third, right behind swinging and swimming.  I never knew about Megan until now, but she sounds a lot like my Katie.  As I write this, Katie is lying in bed, making funny sounds, and endlessly repeating lines from "Nemo" and "Annie."  We light up when she utters a two or three word sentence, and call it a great day.   I know that some day, she and Megan will sit and giggle, and talk non-stop about all the things they love.  For me, I treasure the single words she speaks.  Like... Daddy.

Thank you for sharing Megan.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Mike,</p>
<p>I just happened upon your blog, or so I think.  I&#8217;ve heard you speak both here in Searcy and in Abilene.  As in your preaching, you wrote from your heart to my heart, which is all ears.  I too have a special daughter.  Her name is Katie, and she is nine.  She was born with Down Syndrome and absolutely loves birthday parties.  They rank third, right behind swinging and swimming.  I never knew about Megan until now, but she sounds a lot like my Katie.  As I write this, Katie is lying in bed, making funny sounds, and endlessly repeating lines from &#8220;Nemo&#8221; and &#8220;Annie.&#8221;  We light up when she utters a two or three word sentence, and call it a great day.   I know that some day, she and Megan will sit and giggle, and talk non-stop about all the things they love.  For me, I treasure the single words she speaks.  Like&#8230; Daddy.</p>
<p>Thank you for sharing Megan.</p>
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		<title>By: Tina</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14334</link>
		<dc:creator>Tina</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Wed, 30 Aug 2006 11:45:26 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Someday I look forward to my Matthew and your Megan having a conversation together in heaven.  Maybe they'll be nice enough to let us interrupt. :-)</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Someday I look forward to my Matthew and your Megan having a conversation together in heaven.  Maybe they&#8217;ll be nice enough to let us interrupt. <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':-)' class='wp-smiley' /></p>
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		<title>By: SG</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14299</link>
		<dc:creator>SG</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Tue, 29 Aug 2006 06:44:07 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>:) Couldn't comment till today. She will be forever 10 in my heart too! Love you guys!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p> <img src='http://preachermike.com/wp-includes/images/smilies/icon_smile.gif' alt=':)' class='wp-smiley' /> Couldn&#8217;t comment till today. She will be forever 10 in my heart too! Love you guys!</p>
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		<title>By: Jana</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14291</link>
		<dc:creator>Jana</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Mon, 28 Aug 2006 19:16:06 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Made me cry last year. Made me cry again this year. I appreciate your willingness to share your most personal and tender of feelings about Megan with the rest of us.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Made me cry last year. Made me cry again this year. I appreciate your willingness to share your most personal and tender of feelings about Megan with the rest of us.</p>
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		<title>By: MS</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14266</link>
		<dc:creator>MS</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sun, 27 Aug 2006 02:16:30 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I read your post this morning and couldn't help but fill up with tears.  As I drove 5 hours to visit relatives today I couldn't help but let my mind wonder back to your family.  Happy birthday, Megan!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I read your post this morning and couldn&#8217;t help but fill up with tears.  As I drove 5 hours to visit relatives today I couldn&#8217;t help but let my mind wonder back to your family.  Happy birthday, Megan!</p>
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		<title>By: Brad Stevens</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14264</link>
		<dc:creator>Brad Stevens</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:37:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Mike,

No parent can read your post without shedding tears.  And yet, your testimony about the love of a father is your most powerful witness of the divine revelation of God's love for us.  We are in Michigan this weekend with Rachel and Klint and Abigail.  If the events had turned out differently, I can only hope that I could exhibit a faith like yours.  Your life proclaims the best of the good news!

Grace and Peace,

Bradford L. Stevens
St. Louis, MO</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Mike,</p>
<p>No parent can read your post without shedding tears.  And yet, your testimony about the love of a father is your most powerful witness of the divine revelation of God&#8217;s love for us.  We are in Michigan this weekend with Rachel and Klint and Abigail.  If the events had turned out differently, I can only hope that I could exhibit a faith like yours.  Your life proclaims the best of the good news!</p>
<p>Grace and Peace,</p>
<p>Bradford L. Stevens<br />
St. Louis, MO</p>
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		<title>By: julie</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14263</link>
		<dc:creator>julie</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:25:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Megan, you are continuing to take us to places that we don't expect.  You remind us that what we think is important really isn't.  Stories about you remind me of several things...life can be short, sometimes it doesn't matter how much we truly understand-only that we trust, take joy in the moment, sing with all your heart, love unconditionally, and it is okay to be messy.  You live on in the hearts of so many people.  I especially love hearing your mom talk about you.  
Can't wait to meet you.  love, Julie</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Megan, you are continuing to take us to places that we don&#8217;t expect.  You remind us that what we think is important really isn&#8217;t.  Stories about you remind me of several things&#8230;life can be short, sometimes it doesn&#8217;t matter how much we truly understand-only that we trust, take joy in the moment, sing with all your heart, love unconditionally, and it is okay to be messy.  You live on in the hearts of so many people.  I especially love hearing your mom talk about you.<br />
Can&#8217;t wait to meet you.  love, Julie</p>
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		<title>By: Beth James</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14261</link>
		<dc:creator>Beth James</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 21:07:47 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Dear Mike, Diane and Family, 
Your precious thoughts about Megan bring back so many dear memories I have of her and all of you.  She could pull an eyepatch off in a heartbeat and earrings, too. Toothbrushes and toilet water made great pulpit stories! She was always a joy in Bible class... I still teach in those same rooms.  I also remember the last time I played with her was in a motel pool in Alabama.  You were the speaker at a youth rally Mike and I had driven with the youth group from Tallahasse(PhD. days for my Mike).  It was a great weekend and she so loved the pool.  Thanks so much for taking my heart back to those earlier days and those sweet memories.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Dear Mike, Diane and Family,<br />
Your precious thoughts about Megan bring back so many dear memories I have of her and all of you.  She could pull an eyepatch off in a heartbeat and earrings, too. Toothbrushes and toilet water made great pulpit stories! She was always a joy in Bible class&#8230; I still teach in those same rooms.  I also remember the last time I played with her was in a motel pool in Alabama.  You were the speaker at a youth rally Mike and I had driven with the youth group from Tallahasse(PhD. days for my Mike).  It was a great weekend and she so loved the pool.  Thanks so much for taking my heart back to those earlier days and those sweet memories.</p>
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		<title>By: Brandon Scott Thomas</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14260</link>
		<dc:creator>Brandon Scott Thomas</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 20:22:00 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Megan...we miss you! I miss your wild singing of "The Lord's Ar-MY". I miss your smile.

Mike, we love you. Diane, Matt, Chris...all of you. Blessings to each of you as you remember with love.

Brandon</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Megan&#8230;we miss you! I miss your wild singing of &#8220;The Lord&#8217;s Ar-MY&#8221;. I miss your smile.</p>
<p>Mike, we love you. Diane, Matt, Chris&#8230;all of you. Blessings to each of you as you remember with love.</p>
<p>Brandon</p>
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		<title>By: Joe Hatcher</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14259</link>
		<dc:creator>Joe Hatcher</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 19:54:02 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>I have been thinking a lot about the way Jesus presents the things of this world in an upside down manner. How those who have the least actually have the most. How those who suffer have the greatest joy.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I have been thinking a lot about the way Jesus presents the things of this world in an upside down manner. How those who have the least actually have the most. How those who suffer have the greatest joy.</p>
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		<title>By: Amy</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14258</link>
		<dc:creator>Amy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 19:45:18 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Happy Birthday Megan!</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Happy Birthday Megan!</p>
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		<title>By: Kathy</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14257</link>
		<dc:creator>Kathy</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 15:56:32 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>May God's love and comfort embrace you and your family on this day of rememberance of your beautiful Megan.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>May God&#8217;s love and comfort embrace you and your family on this day of rememberance of your beautiful Megan.</p>
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		<title>By: Beverly</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14256</link>
		<dc:creator>Beverly</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 13:14:10 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Mike..how blessed Megan has been to have a Father like you. You have touched my heart today. Please, please don't ever stop sharing Megan stories with us because we all walk away so blessed.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Mike..how blessed Megan has been to have a Father like you. You have touched my heart today. Please, please don&#8217;t ever stop sharing Megan stories with us because we all walk away so blessed.</p>
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		<title>By: Josh Ross</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14251</link>
		<dc:creator>Josh Ross</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 04:39:29 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>Precious Megan,
I never knew you, but I feel like I have. I have seen your pictures on every wall in your home. (In fact, Chris and I lay the pictures down when we play P-I-G in the living room so that we don't break them. We get a little too creative and crazy sometimes.) I have heard countless stories about your life. I have slept in your room many nights in the past year, often going to bed thinking about you and how much I wish that I knew you. I wish that I had the chance to sing "I may never..." with you. I wish I could have played in the yard with you. I wish we could have held hands, and have given each other kisses on the cheek. More than anything, I wish that I could tell you how much your family loves you. They absolutely adore you. They keep you alive today. 
I love you Megan.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Precious Megan,<br />
I never knew you, but I feel like I have. I have seen your pictures on every wall in your home. (In fact, Chris and I lay the pictures down when we play P-I-G in the living room so that we don&#8217;t break them. We get a little too creative and crazy sometimes.) I have heard countless stories about your life. I have slept in your room many nights in the past year, often going to bed thinking about you and how much I wish that I knew you. I wish that I had the chance to sing &#8220;I may never&#8230;&#8221; with you. I wish I could have played in the yard with you. I wish we could have held hands, and have given each other kisses on the cheek. More than anything, I wish that I could tell you how much your family loves you. They absolutely adore you. They keep you alive today.<br />
I love you Megan.</p>
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		<title>By: David</title>
		<link>http://preachermike.com/2006/08/25/megan#comment-14249</link>
		<dc:creator>David</dc:creator>
		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Aug 2006 04:19:15 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description>This is such a beautiful testimony of your love for Megan.  As I read it this year, I thought of how powerful and poignant memories of those we love can be.  God calls us many times in scripture to remember.  The greater our love, the greater our memory.  Maybe the degree to which we remember Christ and what he has done and is doing for us, is in proportion to our love for him.  "If you love me..."

Thank you Mike for allowing your blog readers to share in this holy moment.</description>
		<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This is such a beautiful testimony of your love for Megan.  As I read it this year, I thought of how powerful and poignant memories of those we love can be.  God calls us many times in scripture to remember.  The greater our love, the greater our memory.  Maybe the degree to which we remember Christ and what he has done and is doing for us, is in proportion to our love for him.  &#8220;If you love me&#8230;&#8221;</p>
<p>Thank you Mike for allowing your blog readers to share in this holy moment.</p>
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