<?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-33610351</id><updated>2011-12-21T18:11:28.829-05:00</updated><category term='Our Sunday Dinner at Houston&apos;s Restaurant on November 4'/><category term='2006'/><category term='love and books'/><title type='text'>keithandtynalanders</title><subtitle type='html'>The love Keith and Tyna Landers have found is so powerful and healing that all the past woes of life have been washed in to the sea of forgetfulness. Their joy and happiness is so filling and complete that they think as many people as possible should find this place of empowerment. Keith and Tyna have decided to share their love with the world. The Landers blog because they believe with the help of God they can become a beacon of hope for all that seek real and true love.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>25</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-563761430339711718</id><published>2011-12-21T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T18:09:39.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Last Breath......</title><content type='html'>The other night I experienced the  moment of Tyna's last breath over and over again each time with a  different emotion. I have been in an unsettled state every since. Unable  or better unwilling to face revisiting the emotions, I attempted  forcing my mind to not think about the moment. The harder I tried the  more I thought about it, so I've decided to stop fighting and embrace  the thoughts. At this moment I plan to write about the different  emotions, feelings and thought processes I experienced in that last  breath. The initial plan is to allow a chapter for each emotion and see  where this leads me. Here is the first draft paragraph...........   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:12.0pt;mso-bidi-font-size:11.0pt; line-height:115%"&gt;….such  a frail shell of a person, every breath talking the full measure of her  strength…. seeing is always good though at times unpleasant. I know her  as intimately as I know myself yet I dare not yield to the temptation  to comprehend the agony of holding on to life one laborious breath at a  time.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To have conquered  unimaginable adversity with unrelenting strength likened to that of a  mythical God. Then rise to celestial ecstasy in a place where the only  strength required is of the mind and will to consume and be consumed by  all the spiritual nuances of love, peace and contentment.&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;To  exist in a place in the universe that transcends hopelessness, poverty,  war and adversity, pressed firmly against the highest place in love  only to realize there is no ceiling and the more you surrender to the  spirit part of your existence the greater the oneness of relationships  between God, your partner,&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;mankind  and yourself. How maddening it must be to obtain such a level of Omni  -fullness and now endure the struggle of fighting with the totality of  conscientiousness for the remaining spark of life in one laborious  breath. ……&lt;span style="mso-spacerun:yes"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-563761430339711718?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/563761430339711718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=563761430339711718&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/563761430339711718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/563761430339711718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2011/12/last-breath.html' title='The Last Breath......'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-2982384872940436201</id><published>2008-02-20T20:16:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:39:30.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good By My Gifted Treasure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/R7zR0ZRAa4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vF_6azTS6Q/s1600-h/Tyna+r3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5169237170380106626" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/R7zR0ZRAa4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vF_6azTS6Q/s320/Tyna+r3.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have given all that I am to you; my love for you was total and absolute. Since the first time I held you in my arms my love for you was immutable. Every place within my boundary boasts of your Omni presence. When we made love ours bodies, souls and spirits were totally engaged and the presence of God Himself joined our union. Naked before God totally given we would cry out is the spirit and bless the name of God. In known and unknown tongues, our bodies quaking in uncontrollable delight, one will, one intellect, one set of emotions, eruptions from the core of our spirits, primal and uninfluenced by social construct or perception. At times we would be over come with laughter; other times tears, most times both. As we made love there was a billionth of a second that I knew all things and all times in all places. In those hours there was no darkness only the fiery passion of pure light, no sorrow just good, divine good. And God saw our love and said it was GOOD…..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because God gave you to me a gifted treasure, it spoke to me in a universal reality that his love for me was extraordinary and it was in fact he that placed within me this powerful knowledge that such a love exist as well as to understand that it cannot be obtained but rather one must allow “it” to obtain them. For all of my vastness this love was far more than I am alone. Even with your unmeasured vastness added to my own yet insufficient to contain the measure of all-ness our love encompassed. Only God unveiled to the very limits of human perception offers an adequate canvas to contain the totality of such an all. Through your sickness the pain I endured watching your physical body dwindle and having to accept the fact that I may never know the pleasure of making love to you again, it is not possible to comprehend a lost so dire. The intensity of body, soul and spirit all one hundred percent alive, one hundred percent connected to one percent God…..often known but now forever housed in a silhouette of “I remember”….. How can I have watched you slowly fade and not lose my mind or turn to God and question why? How, because I know from the same place within my spirit, the place where the conceptual seed of my love for you began; before the foundation of the world and in the pre-let-there-be of time and space, within that same cauldron a thing just as pure also dwells. It has a depth a futile quest to dare explain or more even express. So simply called “the peace of God”…the mighty peace of God. Once penned in holy script absolute in power and promise to surpass and transcend every understanding and like a Spartan warrior soldier to guard my heart. He proved his power much greater than despair, greater than fatigue, greater than depression and greater even than disillusionment. Like great buckets of protection my eyes and mind could only see his peace, for a time it seemed my very blood turned from its normal state to rivers of his unyielding peace that healed the pain before it was and satisfied the longings if my soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do I end this love affair? Should I end the love affair? Could I end this love affair? You are gone to take your heaven’s rest; I am left behind with my boundaries expanded beyond all knowing. It is real this love once only a dream hidden deep within my spirit. Now that I’ve tasted its marvelous delight and walked in the timeless expanse of total existence how am I to settle for by comparison this lifelessness of having not. The thought of such a thing unveiled is pure and simple absolute sin. Sin by definition is to miss the mark, the mark being God. If I again never taste that place I would in fact be missing God. It was God that reveled himself in our love so powerful and sweet. I cannot bare the thought of never again…., even now I crave its wondrous joy complete. Please don’t perceive that I have forsaken our place, our love, our “us”. I need you to know I am faithful to what we had until all eternity. I could love you as I did because I was secure enough to always give you total truth. So hear my love this final truth….I must somehow say good-by. It may take days, weeks, months or more but I must find away to release my mind, my heart and my soul. There is a death that must be birth so that my life can continue and I can live and love again. You will always be remembered as my perfect destiny love and I will never settle for less than all that you and I had together. I will suffer for a time I’m sure, even now my heart is boiling in grief and pain but I have a friend that has proven himself sure. He will sustain me and guard my heart. He has done it before. He is doing it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you my sweet, my gifted treasure……….good-by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith Lamar Landers &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-2982384872940436201?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/2982384872940436201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=2982384872940436201&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/2982384872940436201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/2982384872940436201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2008/02/good-by-my-gifted-treasure.html' title='Good By My Gifted Treasure'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/R7zR0ZRAa4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/_vF_6azTS6Q/s72-c/Tyna+r3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-1968881765531514744</id><published>2007-03-12T20:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:39:31.338-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marry me again.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RfX_MUadygI/AAAAAAAAAA8/17MLJTGOsJ8/s1600-h/a100_2773.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5041215945014364674" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RfX_MUadygI/AAAAAAAAAA8/17MLJTGOsJ8/s320/a100_2773.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;My Greatest Treasure,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want you to know how much I still love you. Three months into our marriage we got the news that you had cancer, now four months later you lay here in the hospital weakened by the ordeal just as much mentally as you are physically. In the darkest moments with tears in your eyes you have said to me that if you had only “known” you never would have married me. “It’s just not fair to you” …... you said. Since then we have agreed that you would never speak those words to me again. I have had not one moment of regret or question about taking you as my wife. We both have been through unimaginable difficulties and once we found each other our expectations were to finally have a season of unimaginable good. To know life and that more abundantly expressed as the purpose of the Christ coming. I’ve suffered enough in my life to know that it’s just a matter of time before suffering will pass. It’s just a part of life. Rain can make the soil rich and fertile and good for growing wonderful things. The hardest part of suffering is feeling alone and that no one understands what you’re going through. That part of the equation has been erased with our joining. This situation is by no stretch of the imagination pleasant. However, I love you so much and your love gives me life on such a spiritual level that I feel I could suffer through anything, as long as I have you by my side and in my heart. I hate to see you sick and not feeling well; you have so much life and power inside you. Your energy is like a fuel that allows the concept of "all things possible" to be well with in my grasp. What we have is great in the universe and flows directly from the heart of God himself. Somehow things of this magnitude are often tried, tested and challenged but they always prevail. I trust God for your life as well as our lives and love together. We &lt;strong&gt;WILL&lt;/strong&gt; taste the elixir of vast greatness and the joy we find in each other will bring light and warmth to the hearts of untold millions as well as bring glory to the father. You are my gifted treasure, priceless, and without boundary. Even now at this moment when it seems the candle’s light is sometimes flickering, I am lighted beyond satisfaction. I adore you, all that you are and all that we are becoming. I wouldn’t change a thing, we are growing perfection. If we'd just met and all things were known I’d ask you to marry me again because at the core of my soul I know without question that you are my God given wife and with all that is within me I love your total being.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your loving husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-1968881765531514744?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/1968881765531514744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=1968881765531514744&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/1968881765531514744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/1968881765531514744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2007/03/marry-me-again.html' title='Marry me again.....'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RfX_MUadygI/AAAAAAAAAA8/17MLJTGOsJ8/s72-c/a100_2773.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-3033770497259105566</id><published>2007-01-01T22:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:39:31.569-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Feel My Purpose Satisfied in Loving You</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RZnYQ67xiwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iwk-PNZiJwg/s1600-h/100_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5015277445263231746" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RZnYQ67xiwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iwk-PNZiJwg/s320/100_2614.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RZnWqK7xivI/AAAAAAAAAAk/ie485A9P3jk/s1600-h/100_2614.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is a place in my mind where all things are considered. It is where the process of conclusions made begin and end. Of all the many parts of myself this place is one of my favorite. Countless thoughts and possibilities carve there way through this place creating beautiful pictures and impressions of things that excite all of my senses. Smells, tastes, sights, sounds and feelings all dance together in a kaleidoscope of rhythms that produce a state of adhesive perception that allows the essence of God to be seen in all things known. It is in this place that I employ great effort to understand, experience and express our love for each other. When you offer expressions of your love for me with an attitude of gratefulness, it travels through this place and I give consideration to the question;&lt;br /&gt;When the sun gives its light and the earth feels the warmth of that light and all the wonderful things happen as a result. The beautiful flowers and plants that grow, the warm ocean breeze, the animals that walk the earth, the fish that swim the seas and the birds that sail across the skies. Does the earth say to the sun, “&lt;em&gt;thank you for shining on me&lt;/em&gt;”? I somehow imagine that all the beautiful things that would &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;not be&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; if the sun did not shine, because they do exist and flourish in all of their individual glory, the fact that &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;they are,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; expresses a thank you louder and clearer than any articulation conceivable. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In this consideration I am the sun and you are the earth. I am made and placed in the perfect place to shine my love to you. All of the beautiful things that are you, your laughter, your warmth, your compassion, your brilliance, your power, your courage, your fire. They all flourish in the light of my love for you. What articulation is concise enough to encompass all that you are? Just being who you are and the glory of that is the greatest expression of thanks there can ever be. I am made to love you, I can do nothing else. &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I feel my purpose satisfied in loving you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-3033770497259105566?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/3033770497259105566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=3033770497259105566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/3033770497259105566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/3033770497259105566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2007/01/i-feel-my-purpose-satisfied-in-loving.html' title='I Feel My Purpose Satisfied in Loving You'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RZnYQ67xiwI/AAAAAAAAAAw/iwk-PNZiJwg/s72-c/100_2614.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-6885156782354038548</id><published>2006-12-20T20:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:39:32.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyna T. Landers sends husband, Keith L. Landers a TOUCHING love note....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RYng-ZrgPXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5k6scuDySo/s1600-h/100_2400.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5010783423076253042" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RYng-ZrgPXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5k6scuDySo/s200/100_2400.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never dreamed in my most distant thoughts that we would be living the ‘In sickness and in health” portion of the wedding vows we exchanged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby please know that even in this sickness that we are fighting, my love for you continues to grow and connect me to you with a bond that cannot be broken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am dealing with a disease that is life threatening but I don’t feel any pain and I don’t fear anything. I want you to know that your love has and continues to carry me through every moment of every day. I feel your love and prayers covering me like a warm blanket on a cold, dreary day. You are medicine and healing to my mind, body and soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only our God could have so favored me with an extraordinary man like you. You have been here for me and with me. Many days you carried and still carry me. Remember those dark weeks as I lay in that hospital bed and you lay on that uncomfortable cot next to me all night…without ever complaining or showing signs or fatigue? Remember getting me up seemingly a thousand times and patiently walking me to the bathroom and unhooking the air wraps on my legs and pulling ’Herman’ (the IV pole) as you called it? Smile….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For your love, spiritual valor, support, loyalty and strength…I am and will be eternally grateful.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Keith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyna&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-6885156782354038548?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/6885156782354038548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=6885156782354038548&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/6885156782354038548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/6885156782354038548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/12/tyna-t-landers-sends-husband-keith-l.html' title='Tyna T. Landers sends husband, Keith L. Landers a TOUCHING love note....'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RYng-ZrgPXI/AAAAAAAAAAM/M5k6scuDySo/s72-c/100_2400.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-7269987785148411631</id><published>2006-11-06T11:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T23:05:34.388-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2006'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Our Sunday Dinner at Houston&apos;s Restaurant on November 4'/><title type='text'>WOW!!! Wow!!! wow!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/1600/100_2377.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/320/100_2377.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this very personal note to you, with the eyes of the world reading...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dearest Keith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im watching the movie, "The Cinderella Man". The movie is about a famous Boxer, James J. Braddock, and his trek during the height of the Depression. Boy is it a great movie!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Im watching the part of the movie where James J. Braddock, the star of the movie, is at his lowest point ever. Unable to box due to breaking his hand, he and his family fall into gross poverty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Braddock has sold everything he owns, he is reduced to working odd jobs(when he can work)...whatever he could do to feed his family, pay the rent and keep the utilities on, he tried to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all his efforts...it still is not enough. The utilities get turned off, the children get sick, no food...the children are sent to live with relatives...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;But the point of the movie for me is that Braddock keeps his family together and he is given a "second chance".  I know you have seen this flick so you know it ends on a happy note.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEITH, EVEN THOUGH THIS IS A MOVIE ABOUT A MAN WHO LIVED DURING ANOTHER PERIOD OF TIME... BECAUSE OF MY PERSONAL TREK, I CAN RELATE TO THIS MAN'S "PROCESS OF BECOMING" ON A VERY INTIMATE LEVEL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I HAVE BEEN BROKE, HOMELESS, HOPELESS. I HAVE EVEN HAD TO DEPEND ON OTHERS TO BRING ME FOOD. I HAVE BEEN WITHOUT A CAR. I'VE FELT TOTALLY HELPLESS, TOTALLY DEFENSELESS AND TOTALLY DEPRESSED.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/1600/A%20heart%20love%20hearts%20valentines%20day%20valentine%201%5B1%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/200/A%20heart%20love%20hearts%20valentines%20day%20valentine%201%5B1%5D.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;But My Love, as I think back over all I have suffered for the past 9 years, it seems a small thing TODAY. I am grateful because it all brought me to my "sure opportunity", you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This morning I was looking at the pictures we took of us at dinner at Houstons Restaurant yesterday.  The picture I posted today shows how I feel about our relationship. I was unaware of the fact that my happiness it is written all over my face...smile!! Boy it is clear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With you, Keith, I am in a place of comfort, security and safety most women never have known exists...... let-alone, live.  Your love causes me to see greater depth in colors...a more vivid red, green, blue, and yellow! ;-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Remain...your greatest treasure and always know that &lt;strong&gt;you are mine as well&lt;/strong&gt;, &lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/1600/100_2336.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/200/100_2336.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tyna.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-7269987785148411631?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/7269987785148411631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=7269987785148411631&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/7269987785148411631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/7269987785148411631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow-wow-wow.html' title='WOW!!! Wow!!! wow!!!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-8100150099402071782</id><published>2006-11-02T23:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T23:48:51.183-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='love and books'/><title type='text'>Bishop J. Delano Ellis speaks on Tyna T. Duncan-Landers' new book, "Totally Overwhelmed"...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7062/2300/1600/sample%2010A%20front%20only.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7062/2300/200/sample%2010A%20front%20only.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bishop J. Delano Ellis comments on Tyna T. Duncan-Landers' new book release,"Totally Overwhelmed"!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;“Totally Over-whelmed” is the description of a soul on fire with no means for distinguishing the difference between destructive combustion and energy for forward moving. Reverend Tyna is one of the few who fought to arise from her ashes and point the way back to wholeness as does the mythological Phoenix. I’m compelled to recommend this down-to-earth treaty on life to men and women alike in hopes that they will use it as a tool for self-help and a guide for others who stumble through the jungles of ministry without good road maps.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Thank you, my sister, for allowing God to bring you back from your brinks of depression and uncertainty. Your testimony and memoir's will bless generations, especially ladies in this fast-paced mega-century who struggle to cope and survive the deceits of brothers and others who've not prepared themselves to be overcomers."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;p&gt;You can order your copy of "Totally Overwhelmed" right now. Just click on the icon below!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" value="_s-xclick" name="cmd"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!" src="https://www.paypal.com/en_US/i/btn/x-click-butcc.gif" border="0" name="submit"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;p&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.totallyoverwhelmed.com"&gt;www.totallyoverwhelmed.com&lt;/a&gt; for more info on Tyna's book.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7062/2300/1600/tyna%20in%20cinti.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" height="165" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/7062/2300/320/tyna%20in%20cinti.jpg" width="118" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thank You, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Tyna T. 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Delano Ellis speaks on Tyna T. Duncan-Landers&apos; new book, &quot;Totally Overwhelmed&quot;...'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-116189629163153756</id><published>2006-10-26T15:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T02:55:42.691-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith L. Landers' NEW BOOK..."Invite God Into Your Bedroom" is HOT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/1600/100_2376.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger2/6767/4102/320/100_2376.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith L. Landers'&lt;/strong&gt; new book release, &lt;strong&gt;"Invite God Into Your Bedroom"&lt;/strong&gt; is slated to be one of the most effective book releases on the subject of &lt;em&gt;CHRISTIAN COUPLES EXPERIENCING SEXUAL FULFILLMENT!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Book, &lt;strong&gt;"Invite God Into Your Bedroom"&lt;/strong&gt; is the &lt;em&gt;first book&lt;/em&gt; in the series on &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Anointed to Make Love, A Christian Perspective"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Invite God Into Your Bedroom"&lt;/strong&gt; teaches, inspires and assists couples in enhancing their romance, intimacy and sexual fulfillment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The book consists of&lt;/em&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;~ A &lt;strong&gt;Manual&lt;/strong&gt; which is written to the husband and to the wife&lt;br /&gt;~A &lt;strong&gt;Workbook&lt;/strong&gt; with practical applications and ideas&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/tyna%20&amp;%20keith%20.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/tyna%20&amp;amp;%20keith%20.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/200/tyna%20%26%20keith%20.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith and wife, Tyna, have dedicated their lives to helping couples enjoy the experience of making love within the seemingly unexplored boundaries of the Spirit of God being totally active in the love making process.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Within the pages of, &lt;strong&gt;"Invite God into Your Bedroom" &lt;/strong&gt;you will read...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Unedited Excerpt) &lt;em&gt;"The Spirit of God is an unlimited source of power and life! To experience the totality of love making you must learn how to include your body, soul and spirit. To be in touch with every part of yourself, make a total spiritual connection to God and in his manifested presence give all of yourself to your spouse. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The presence of God's spirit brings both you and your spouse's spirit to the fore front of the experience and creates a moment so full of power and spiritual life that every part of your beings will be satisfied beyond your wildest imaginations.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Most people have never experienced their body soul and spirit being a flamed with the Spirit of God all simultaneously! Then to share this incredible experience jointly with your spouse over and over again is guaranteed to be life changing!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The book, &lt;strong&gt;"Invite God into Your Bedroom"&lt;/strong&gt; is available by mail order only.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be the first to take advantage of this anointed, God inspired book!! Tell all your friends and family to order now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO ORDER EMAIL KEITH AT :&lt;a href="mailto:keithlanders@totallyoverwhelmed.com"&gt;keithlanders@totallyoverwhelmed.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....don't wait copies are limited! Thanks for stopping by!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE LANDERS PUBLISHING GROUP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-116189629163153756?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/116189629163153756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=116189629163153756&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/116189629163153756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/116189629163153756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/10/keith-l-landers-new-bookinvite-god.html' title='Keith L. Landers&apos; NEW BOOK...&quot;Invite God Into Your Bedroom&quot; is HOT!!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-116017965384138597</id><published>2006-10-06T18:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:02.185-05:00</updated><title type='text'>When My Soul Couldn't Sing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/Pool%20Party%20004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/200/Pool%20Party%20004.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyna,&lt;br /&gt;This is another piece I wrote while I was searching for you....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The singer's power comes from the ability to tap into the human spirit and pull from it a thing that no machine can measure. It has been call soul, passion, feeling. Something that touches the listener beyond the auditory nerves. People that have traumatic experiences that seem to attack the human spirit are usually the ones that are the most dynamic in their art or form of expression. The greatest dancers, musicians, the craft matters not, it is the human spirit fighting back against the killing death of silence and unmoving can't-ness that produces the worlds greatest marvels. When allowed to shout out its rebuke of defeat to the masses the human spirit is strengthened. Especially when people are privileged enough to be exposed to this power that is invisible to the naked eye but sends a vibration past the physical and even past the soul all the way to the core of man to the human spirit. The part every person shares, the God part of us. We all gain increase and power from each other as we submit to the volcanic eruptions of the spirit that fights its way up, out and then into the lives of others. The question it seems to this thought is how does my own spirit fight back? What is my song's melody or my dance's rhythm? Some people's song is in science or medicine, others entertain some even dare to educate, but what does my spirit crave to what what is its most glorious strike against the dark clammy grasp of an unheralded ending. For me, I ache from my deepest well to unleash without fear and all furious rage what I believe to be the greatest song of all...LOVE. With every breath my soul is parched with vapor like steam from an engine's furnace. The vastness of my spirit seems larger than I understand the universe to be. Within it swirls of a cosmic storm building its rage with each passing moment. I cannot die unquenched of this thirst; I must give way to the ever increasing explosion in the frame of my being, but how and to whom do I entrust such a treasure, could they endure such an ominous song. I crave to love a single person like God himself loves all of mankind, who can know such a vastness, who is the "she" that can contain this giving, who could trust that they themselves would not perish with consumption. Who could meet the challenge of being transformed by the taste of this purest of love and return its give with giving in kind. It is become my fear greatest known that I myself would perish from singing a song unheard. What does a spirit do when it cannot sing? When the path from within to the world without is somehow blocked by whatever-ness. When the pathway to thriving, living and adding to life cannot be found, what am I to do when I cannot love? What am I to do if I cannot sing my song....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-116017965384138597?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/116017965384138597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=116017965384138597&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/116017965384138597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/116017965384138597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-my-soul-couldnt-sing.html' title='When My Soul Couldn&apos;t Sing'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115999804842743917</id><published>2006-10-04T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:02.121-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Value is measured..."</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;My Dearest&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/us%20in%20conti%20blue%20shirt.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 191px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 176px" height="162" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/us%20in%20conti%20blue%20shirt.jpg" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt; Tyna T. Landers,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Value is measured by the perceiver’s ability to comprehend reality. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Usually things we value are expressed through one or more of the five human senses...taste, touch, sight, sound and smell in what I call, a reverse metaphor. For example having a lot of money makes me feel safe or I love the warm feeling I get from the house. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I love you, I love your happiness, I love everything about you. You touch all of my senses and I love what you do to me....." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;"&gt;Your husband, Keith L. Landers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115999804842743917?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115999804842743917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115999804842743917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115999804842743917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115999804842743917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/10/value-is-measured.html' title='&quot;Value is measured...&quot;'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115999728120824030</id><published>2006-10-04T15:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:02.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith and Tyna Landers in Cincinnati, Ohio.</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/keith%20tyna%20tony%20&amp;%20laneice%20stevens.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/keith%20tyna%20tony%20%26%20laneice%20stevens.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; This past weekend, September 29-October 1st, Keith and I were in Cincinnati, Ohio. I was the guest speaker for the Abundant Life Apostolic Church's "Annual YOUTH WEEKEND". Bishop Anthony Stephens &lt;em&gt;(with his wife, Lyniece, above far right)&lt;/em&gt; is the Pastor. We experienced an AWESOME presence of God in each service!&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/100_2249.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 139px" height="183" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/100_2249.0.jpg" width="251" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Minister Vada and Dionne Stephens for the invitation!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/100_2248.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 115px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 104px" height="119" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/100_2248.jpg" width="131" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Tyna and Recording artist, Amonte Lacey. His new CD is a must pick up!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115999728120824030?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115999728120824030/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115999728120824030&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115999728120824030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115999728120824030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/10/keith-and-tyna-landers-in-cincinnati.html' title='Keith and Tyna Landers in Cincinnati, Ohio.'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115896482494898777</id><published>2006-09-22T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:01.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everyday is Like Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/IMG_2448.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/IMG_2448.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/IMG_2448.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/IMG_2448.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyna my sweet,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyday with you is like Christmas! You satisfy the kid in me. It's safe for him to come out and play. You satisfy the man in me. When we're together my blood boils and my soul roars like a lion. I feel like a king walking through life with my queen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never had such freedom in my spirit. Your laughter is so sweet it makes my entire being smile with warmth and satisfaction. My own laughter flows from an endless supply. It feels like God himself has smiled on us and our hearts are made glad.&lt;br /&gt;You are welcome in my most secret places. You alone have full access to my deepest caverns. I am totally naked before you and without shame or fear I open all that I am to you. I look forward to everyday with you. Each one is new and fresh, full of brand new wonder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's Dance the rest of our lives on the rings of Saturn and every star beyond....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm soooooooooo In Love With you Tyna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith L. Landers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115896482494898777?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115896482494898777/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115896482494898777&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115896482494898777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115896482494898777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/everyday-is-like-christmas.html' title='Everyday is Like Christmas'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115895123825134804</id><published>2006-09-22T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:01.918-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Keith..I want to tell the World!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/head%20ttd%20water%20fun.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/head%20ttd%20water%20fun.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baby,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I want to scream it from the highest mountain and shout it out in a crowd of busy people..."I LOVE AND ADORE KEITH L. LANDERS!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;The love and care I feel for you is so good for me and to me, Keith! I just cant keep it to myself!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its like when you first give your life to Christ. You tell everyone you know and see in the street about this new joy and peace you have found in Christ! You tell...Any and everyone that passes your path.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well.. Since I am home today and not going anywhere...The INTERNET is my opportunity to still tell the world...HEY WORLD, " I AM IN LOVE WITH A MAN, AND HIS NAME IS "KEITH LAMAR LANDERS"!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;KEITH..I AM YOUR LOVER, YOUR PLAYMATE, YOUR FRIEND AND YOUR WIFE. LET'S PLAY HOUSE TONITE!! LOL...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115895123825134804?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115895123825134804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115895123825134804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115895123825134804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115895123825134804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/keithi-want-to-tell-world.html' title='Keith..I want to tell the World!!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115846623812361998</id><published>2006-09-16T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:01.852-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Dearest Love, Tyna..."Awesome" says it best!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/DSC_0704.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/DSC_0704.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dearest Tyna,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of the definitions of "fear" is "profound reverence and awe" (especially toward God)&lt;br /&gt;Since I've met you, loved you, married you, consummated with you, received from you all that I've given to you, I have come to know fear in an intensity that is new to me. I am exponentially more aware of myself than in any period of my history. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My value system has experienced a major transformation. The best way I can describe it is the roof has been taken away and the warmth and goodness of the sun and Son now have direct access to all of my being. If I were to take a posture of defense or self preservation I would be concerned that being this accessible to things outside of myself leaves me vulnerable to great danger. Yet at the same time my hunger for experiencing the highest life possible fuels my courage to submit to this "possibility". If I were to decide to protect myself then I would be the barrier that keeps all of this marvelous wonder out.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I understand that fear on some levels is a part of the human condition. Most of the fears in a person's life are merely areas that need to be confronted and in most cases embraced. The matrix of my life has taught me that if I embrace the things I fear, those things for the most part become a part of my strength. Having lived most of my life hungry for "more" I've spent a lot of time embracing the areas of fear that intrenched themselves into my personal life. There was nothing left in my conscious mind that I was afraid of other than not being able to experience higher gain. The level of intimacy that was developed between God and I allowed me to conquer even the fear of death of itself. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;With you now a part of me I know a fear that is in some ways is closer to me than the fear of God himself and even that brings me closer to the awe of him than I've even been before. I myself now am a part of the awe. It is a part of me and some how I know it is a part of God. This knowledge make me more aware of the oneness that he and I share. It is something that you and I share. It is a oneness composed of God, you and myself. All of the entities on the world that I value the most, we are one and too me that is awesome. &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Your Husband....Keith L. Landers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115846623812361998?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115846623812361998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115846623812361998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115846623812361998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115846623812361998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/my-dearest-love-tynaawesome-says-it.html' title='My Dearest Love, Tyna...&quot;Awesome&quot; says it best!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115819561118489264</id><published>2006-09-13T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:01.782-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Consciousness", Part II, written by Keith L. Landers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/beach.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 135px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 130px" height="185" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/beach.jpg" width="249" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This is Part II of a piece I wrote in search for Tyna, my wife....enjoy, Keith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;It has very little to do with what you see with your natural eyes but rather the things perceived with the eyes of the soul. What a tender balance between how I value myself and how I see myself valued. What is produced by the battering of my flesh and the pounding of my emotions, the trauma and disappointments mingled with moments of perceived good and conditioned joy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To conclude that the lack of trouble and pain is heaven's reward must be a terrible insult to all the more that heaven is. To define a thing solely by what it is not cannot truly measure what it completely is. How do I know for sure the east from the west, pleasure from pain, evil from good, right from wrong, long from long enough, much from much too much? What is the universal measure? God!?!! Who is God? Who is "He" that shows himself veiled in invisibility, clothes himself in intangibility, that stretches himself into the "right-now" of every moment by occupying every territory of the past and at the same time all regions of every future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This God that is larger than the boundaries of pre-anything and post-everything, every "there" to him is "here", every "then" and even every "when" to him is "now" how can I know him, what is his name, what do I call him, in the hall of proper protocol "I AM that I AM", but in the secret corridor of my own hallow frame he is the lover of my soul. I do not completely understand how but his manifested presence in my heart gives rebuke to the greatest storm. Because of him the tempest troughs of chaos' mightiest blows somehow become a simple path to walk that leads to “it-does-not-matter-where”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/heart%20n%20sand.jpg"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/heart%20n%20sand.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;For the might of God makes any place a possible garden of peace. My destination is quite sure, no question of its realm but now, this moment, today, this place is most unsure. I cannot completely discard the calling of my flesh or even know with out question the origins of the aches within my being. A battle rages in my soul, what is this treasured prize of the voice I hear. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for Stopping by!! &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Keith and Tyna &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115819561118489264?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115819561118489264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115819561118489264&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115819561118489264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115819561118489264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/consciousness-part-ii-written-by-keith.html' title='&quot;Consciousness&quot;, Part II, written by Keith L. Landers'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115810790374911540</id><published>2006-09-12T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.914-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrica Hoskins on Christian Sex</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/Picture%20001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/Picture%20001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/pat100_2165.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa,&lt;br /&gt;Bring my electric fan. Tyna, isn't it wonderful to discover the beauty of intimacy under God's covering! If the world can celebrate sex outside of the sanctity of marriage I believe Christians should be able to honor intimacy as God created it - through marriage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Patricia Hoskins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115810790374911540?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115810790374911540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115810790374911540&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115810790374911540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115810790374911540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/patrica-hoskins-on-christian-sex.html' title='Patrica Hoskins on Christian Sex'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115801296416331142</id><published>2006-09-11T17:06:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-04T23:31:46.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reply to "Last Night Was Amazing"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/closeDSC_1065.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/closeDSC_1065.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My most treasured gift,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You've said to me that the night you gave yourself to me was amazing. I have to express to you the fact that I was the recipient of your giving and I have never experienced such a totally moving moment in my life. You touched me and spoke things to me that I have never felt or heard. The experience reached both the little boy and mature man of my being. I felt the tenderness of your love and caring so deeply that I was not reduced to tears but lifted up to them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt layers of what I can only describe as "negative things" being peeled out of me. All of the moments in my past where the questions came up; Am I good enough? Does anybody care for me? Do I matter to anyone? Am I strong enough to make it? The kind of questions that leave scars on the lining of your soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt so empowered the next morning, my mind was hungry for something new to experience, something new to learn and understand. I felt larger in my total being than I ever have before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I will never be able to express to you how grateful and blessed I am to be in the process of being one with you. We are wonderful and marvelous. All that I am is yours to know and experience. I'm feeling flight in my wings and have the stars in my view. I feel the Spirit of God himself bidding me to come and see. Come with me my gifted treasure, let us together have life and that more abundantly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A part of your heart, your loving husband,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith L. Landers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115801296416331142?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115801296416331142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115801296416331142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115801296416331142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115801296416331142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/reply-to-last-night-was-amazing.html' title='Reply to &quot;Last Night Was Amazing&quot;'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115794969288673688</id><published>2006-09-10T23:35:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T17:24:55.054-05:00</updated><title type='text'>About the spiritual side of Rev. Keith L. Landers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pastor Keith L. Landers &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Originally from Jacksonville, Florida after a period of what later would be understood as preparatory process, entered into relationship with the Lord on May 31, 1973 at the youthful age of 15. On May 31, 1976 the power of the Holy Ghost anointed him to preach the gospel and on October 10, 1976 he preached his first official sermon, "The Benefits of Salvation".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith's journey of growth and maturity has taken him through many developmental phases of ministry. (Teaching in all areas of church development, counseling, evangelism, managing and mentoring clergy resources, youth pastor, associate pastor and pastor.) A passion for truth, integrity and an intimate relationship with God have been the foundational components that have prepared and propelled Elder Landers to a place where he is able to connect in any arena and on any level to communicate effectively the message of the gospel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;For Booking Ministry Opportunities and to receive a schedule of &lt;strong&gt;Keith and Tyna's upcoming Events&lt;/strong&gt;, please email &lt;strong&gt;The Landers&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:keithandtynalanders@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;em&gt;keithandtynalanders@gmail.com&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115794969288673688?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115794969288673688/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115794969288673688&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115794969288673688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115794969288673688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/about-spiritual-side-of-rev-keith-l.html' title='About the spiritual side of Rev. Keith L. Landers'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115775430508567851</id><published>2006-09-08T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Night was Amazing!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/100_2140.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/200/100_2140.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/LOVE%20HEARTS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/200/LOVE%20HEARTS.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dearest Keith,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The intimate time we spent together last night was one of the most memorable experiences of my life. Last night I gave you a piece of my soul. I enjoyed caring for you, My Love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I offer care to you , Keith, seeking nothing in return. I am ever aware of the dominance of the presence of God that dwells in our home. I bring to you all that I am including the creativity of my hands and my heart. (hope you're ready for that!! smile)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith, I will always treasure the intimacy we shared last night!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115775430508567851?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115775430508567851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115775430508567851&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115775430508567851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115775430508567851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/last-night-was-amazing.html' title='Last Night was Amazing!!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115760341837584561</id><published>2006-09-06T23:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.658-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thanks DT!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;Keith's sister left us an inspiring well wish and exhortation!!  And we wanted to share it with you, our FRIENDS and readers.  Thanks Big Sis!&lt;/em&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Dear Keith and Tyna,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have found somebody………………………………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only do the doves fly above, but the angels have descended on you and blessed this union. I sense a spiritual bond that holds forever. I pray that no one will tear the cloth of anointed oil from the bottle that has the aroma of perfume, sweet to the smell and soothing to the touch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat this union as delicate as the silk: smooth, soft and color it white as snow for purity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother, watch your manners, and be of good cheer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tyna , continue to inspire and teach God’s wisdom for many will&lt;br /&gt;identify with what you’ve gone through and find strength from your testimony of survival through God’s mighty power.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember, the name of Jesus has power on earth, in heaven and hell. Since you are a temple of the Holy Spirit and it dwells in you, you can use His name just as though He were there. By His authority and His precious blood, He gives you power over the enemy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book, (a job well done).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God bless."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your Sister,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DT&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115760341837584561?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115760341837584561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115760341837584561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115760341837584561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115760341837584561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/thanks-dt.html' title='Thanks DT!!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115751790524940370</id><published>2006-09-05T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.596-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Before...</title><content type='html'>Before I met my wife, Tyna, I wrote this piece I call, "&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Consciousness&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith L. Landers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/DSC_0897.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/DSC_0897.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who to send this to but I'm sure I need to talk to someone about what's going on in my head and in my heart. I understand love to be the greatest concept there is in all dimensions. There is nothing greater or more powerful or more painful in all creation and even beyond. I cannot imagine the effort and even the very lives that have gone into gaining love's sweetest treasure. I think love to be the culmination of many sub-components all working together to produce an elixir of absolute divine consciousness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It boggles my mind to think I can connect to another person on a level of intimacy that transcends almost all physicality. A place where the things that are different about our individual selves become the sockets with which we connect to each other and those places become our points of greatest strength. In love as I see it, "things" that are experienced only in the physical are the least valuable of all measurable experiences. It does not matter if it is the grandest of palaces or a paupers cabin as long as there is a love that is pure and mutually exchanged, hell's fiercest rage cannot bring dim the glorious bright of love's warm embrace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thanks for stopping by...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;Keith and Tyna Landers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115751790524940370?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115751790524940370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115751790524940370&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115751790524940370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115751790524940370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/before.html' title='Before...'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115751288983117068</id><published>2006-09-05T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Keith L. Landers thoughts... Infant Tears of Love"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Keith L. Landers on 'Consciousness'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;For years I felt something deep with in me calling out to my mind, to my consciousness. At the time I couldn't clearly express what I was feeling, I only knew the feeling was growing stronger and getting louder in my mind. It was like a hunger that ate at the lining of my reality from the inside out. I later came to understand it was the infant tears of love dripping in to the pool of my heart from the very heart of God himself......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/Tyna%20023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 73px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 117px" height="113" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/320/Tyna%20023.jpg" width="115" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is the first part of a piece I call "consciousness" please read it and leave me a comment!   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keith&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115751288983117068?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115751288983117068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115751288983117068&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115751288983117068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115751288983117068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/keith-l-landers-thoughts-infant-tears.html' title='&quot;Keith L. Landers thoughts... Infant Tears of Love&quot;'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115722821784313267</id><published>2006-09-02T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Mrs. Tyna T. Duncan-Landers.... A Love Note to Her New Husband!"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/DSC_0122a.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/200/DSC_0122a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;My Dearest Love,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am not as eloquent as you are… when it comes to expressing our love.  But in my own words and in own way, I want you and the world to know, how deeply I love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you with a depth that can only spring from the mind and heart of God. It was Divine Providence that we met.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This love I feel for you awakes me each morning renewed, happy and fulfilled.  I go throughout every day with purpose, warmth and a sense of expecting the best each moment.  I cant wait to see you in the evening when the sun is going down…you know how much I love dusk. That has not always been the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before I fell in love with you, dusk was a sad and lonely time of the day for me.  Between day light ending and the night fall beginning, I would always feel a longing for my soul-mate…that one man that I could  talk over the days events, eat dinner with, and at bed time, just get in the bath tub with and CHILL. I have that and much more with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you unconditionally. I love you completely.  I love you without boundaries.  My love for you has no relativity to time or space.  I know the depth and breath of my love for you will continue to grow… “for as long  I live”.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Keith for finding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your soul mate and Wife, Tyna.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115722821784313267?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115722821784313267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115722821784313267&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115722821784313267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115722821784313267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/09/mrs-tyna-t-duncan-landers-love-note-to.html' title='&quot;Mrs. Tyna T. Duncan-Landers.... A Love Note to Her New Husband!&quot;'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115707375846950254</id><published>2006-08-31T20:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Love of  Keith and Tyna Landers.....</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/1600/keith%20and%20I.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1017/3693/400/keith%20and%20I.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The love &lt;strong&gt;Keith and Tyna Landers&lt;/strong&gt; have found is so powerful and healing that all the past woes of life have been washed in to the sea of forgetfulness. Their joy and happiness is so filling and complete that they think as many people as possible should find this place of empowerment. &lt;strong&gt;Keith and Tyna&lt;/strong&gt; have decided to share their love with the world in hopes that there will be less sickness, sadness, despair, depression and loneliness. &lt;strong&gt;The Landers&lt;/strong&gt; Blog because they believe with the help of God they can become a beacon of hope for all that seek real and true love!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115707375846950254?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115707375846950254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115707375846950254&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115707375846950254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115707375846950254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/08/love-of-keith-and-tyna-landers.html' title='The Love of  Keith and Tyna Landers.....'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33610351.post-115699987815723103</id><published>2006-08-30T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T01:45:00.359-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Tyna T. Duncan-Landers, I love you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/1440/1600/Headshot.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/1741/1440/200/Headshot.0.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Since the first day I saw you my vision has not been the same. The power of my mind has increased a million fold. My heart before was broad and great but you have taken me beyond beyond, I know no limits, I can look into the heart of the sun and laugh at its folly because the light of your love burns greater than the mere flame of the sun. I am made a new, I walk among the stars with ease and comfort because your greatness gives me a balance that sustains me. All the treasures of the earth are dunn, you alone are my sacred gift. I love you with all there is. I love you once, I love you twice, I love you thrice, I love you four times, I love you forever.....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Your husband, Keith.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/33610351-115699987815723103?l=keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/feeds/115699987815723103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=33610351&amp;postID=115699987815723103&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115699987815723103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/33610351/posts/default/115699987815723103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://keithandtynalanders.blogspot.com/2006/08/tyna-t-duncan-landers-i-love-you.html' title='Tyna T. Duncan-Landers, I love you!'/><author><name>Keith Landers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02388930654223016811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_8nUOcHFRKng/RgXVa_QwGRI/AAAAAAAAABs/yKp1XQJgXj8/s200/100_2376.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
