<?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[Still Burning]]></title><description><![CDATA[Still Burning]]></description><link>https://www.stillburningblog.com/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 12:48:12 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.stillburningblog.com/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[The Weight of Goodbye]]></title><description><![CDATA[Its not my usual posting day, but today carries a lot of emotions. In one week, I'll leave the only place I've ever called home. I don't know how I'm supposed to feel. People ask if I'm excited, and I am. But excitement isn't the loudest emotion right now. If I'm honest, I'm heartbroken. Because in one week, I'm not just leaving a city. I'm leaving the familiar. The streets I've wandered. The parks Willow and I have explored. The places that have witnessed every chapter of my life. I'm...]]></description><link>https://www.stillburningblog.com/post/the-weight-of-goodbye</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a50c54249d998caec9d4243</guid><pubDate>Fri, 10 Jul 2026 10:50:56 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8af33c_f6907752323248ddb1fb6d0c166bb51e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_960,h_940,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Britt Lafontaine</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Faith Becomes More Than Words]]></title><description><![CDATA["Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own understanding; in all your ways submit to Him, and He will make your paths straight."  Proverbs 3:5–6 People often ask me what solidified my faith. It wasn't because life became easy. It wasn't because every prayer was answered the way I wanted. It wasn't because I was spared suffering. My faith was forged in one of the darkest valleys of my life. Psalm 23:4 says, "Even though I walk through the darkest valley, I will fear no...]]></description><link>https://www.stillburningblog.com/post/when-faith-becomes-more-than-words</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a4bd5dfaf7ef706e30ab3c2</guid><pubDate>Mon, 06 Jul 2026 18:26:11 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8af33c_c23b5d2c88484f519263891537c2057d~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_896,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Britt Lafontaine</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[When Shame Follows a Seizure]]></title><description><![CDATA[There are moments after a seizure that hurt more than the seizure itself. It's the moment I wake up to concerned faces. The apologies that spill out of my mouth before I even know what happened. The embarrassment of knowing someone's plans were interrupted because of me. Again. I carry guilt. And if I'm honest, I carry shame too. Someone once told me, "Guilt says, 'I did something bad.' Shame says, 'I am something bad.'" That distinction has stayed with me for years. Guilt whispers, "You...]]></description><link>https://www.stillburningblog.com/post/when-shame-follows-a-seizure</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a413c531ee3a9e1c68c3247</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Jun 2026 15:30:10 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8af33c_0fba5bc9b4044b3db9698ff464bf4e8e~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Britt Lafontaine</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[The Bond Behind the Vest]]></title><description><![CDATA[The lessons Willow teaches me about trust, partnership, and God's intimate knowledge of us. One of the most important parts of being a working service dog team is truly knowing each other. People often see the tasks. The alerts. The vest. The independence. But what they don't see is the relationship that makes it all possible. Willow knows me so well that she can often alert me 15–20 minutes before I have a seizure. She notices tiny changes in me long before I do. Changes in my scent,...]]></description><link>https://www.stillburningblog.com/post/the-bond-behind-the-vest</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a285c93579005354a9f27e8</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Jun 2026 18:50:57 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8af33c_a7c5bc74b5124d199fa90bae7f43dd44~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Britt Lafontaine</dc:creator></item><item><title><![CDATA[You Were Made to Fly, So Why Are You Still Waddling?]]></title><description><![CDATA[Stop Waddling - A story by Søren Kierkegaard "Once upon a time there was a town of ducks. Every Sunday morning, the ducks waddled out of their houses and waddled into church. They sang their duck hymns, said their duck prayers, and listened attentively to the duck minister. One Sunday, the minister delivered a powerful sermon. "Ducks, you were born to fly. God has given you wings to soar like eagles. Fly, ducks, fly!" The congregation erupted with excitement. "Amen!" "Preach it!" "What a...]]></description><link>https://www.stillburningblog.com/post/you-were-made-to-fly-so-why-are-you-still-waddling</link><guid isPermaLink="false">6a270b2c4f1a881169519fb3</guid><pubDate>Mon, 08 Jun 2026 18:40:41 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/8af33c_e62f8867903044e8be191cee1414ca1e~mv2.jpg/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Britt Lafontaine</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>