<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8"?><rss xmlns:dc="http://purl.org/dc/elements/1.1/" xmlns:content="http://purl.org/rss/1.0/modules/content/" xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" version="2.0"><channel><title><![CDATA[Faith Life Stories]]></title><description><![CDATA[Faith Life Stories 3]]></description><link>https://flycessna.wixsite.com/faith-life-stories-3/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Sat, 31 Oct 2026 18:55:27 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://flycessna.wixsite.com/faith-life-stories-3/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[I Survived The Crash Of Flight 193]]></title><link>https://flycessna.wixsite.com/faith-life-stories-3/post/i-survived-the-crash-of-flight-193</link><guid isPermaLink="false">9362edc9-8b7b-490f-abc6-0f0ed5caea73</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 20:50:12 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bca14_2eb33820980947caaa47dbc706cd3f02~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>flycessna</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[They Thought I Was Dead]]></title><description><![CDATA[The semi-tractor &#38; trailer eased into the truck stop parking lot. The truck slowed to a stop, and the air brakes hissed. A group of curious drivers gathered around  the trailer, amazed at what they saw. The twisted wreckage of   a truck tractor was sprawled across the length of the trailer. It   had been crushed and ripped apart by a horrendous collision. One driver said the words that all of the other drivers were thinking. “One thing’s for sure; that driver didn’t make it.”]]></description><link>https://flycessna.wixsite.com/faith-life-stories-3/post/they-thought-i-was-dead</link><guid isPermaLink="false">81baeaef-fce3-40f1-868c-b54c1c75e534</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 20:46:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bca14_a9d1ea7687b34b2fbe77baba5803ba49~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_328,h_517,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>flycessna</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The David M. Story]]></title><description><![CDATA[On October 28, 2013 David went to be with Jesus. He was doing something he loved to do, ride his motorcycle, heading home to his wife and looking forward to the call he was about to make. They had just found the house of their dreams and he couldn’t wait to put the wheels in motion. Little did he know that in a matter of seconds, he would be standing before Jesus in his eternal home after he lost control as he rounded a curve, hit the guard rail and instantly entered into eternity.]]></description><link>https://flycessna.wixsite.com/faith-life-stories-3/post/the-david-m--story</link><guid isPermaLink="false">1cd1fff8-3ae8-49bf-b100-d564a469b0a9</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 20:41:42 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bca14_7c4b2256f06c411184a89e4b5007fb4a~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_191,h_281,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>flycessna</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[Abandoned At Birth]]></title><description><![CDATA[On Mother’s Day most people honor their mothers with   phone calls, flowers or a gift. Mother’s Day came for Tom when he was thirty years old and went to see his mother for the first time. With trembling heart, he approached the apartment building where she lived, pushed the buzzer and waited. The voice he had longed to hear all his life came   through the intercom, “Yes?”]]></description><link>https://flycessna.wixsite.com/faith-life-stories-3/post/abandoned-at-birth</link><guid isPermaLink="false">17a9a4ec-a1a7-4962-818c-12e7a5fa196f</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Oct 2026 19:59:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/5bca14_c7e8c3a034284849a57182f1ff836b04~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_329,h_573,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>flycessna</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>