<?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[Pennie Johnson LPC CSAT]]></title><description><![CDATA[Pennie Johnson LPC CSAT]]></description><link>https://www.penniejohnsoncounseling.net/blog</link><generator>RSS for Node</generator><lastBuildDate>Thu, 14 May 2026 15:33:38 GMT</lastBuildDate><atom:link href="https://www.penniejohnsoncounseling.net/blog-feed.xml" rel="self" type="application/rss+xml"/><item><title><![CDATA[When the Messenger Flies In]]></title><description><![CDATA["The Messenger" Red House Finch, North Richland Hills, Texas I opened my door to announce to the world, “It is Spring,” and was immediately greeted by a bird flying straight at me—through my hair and into my apartment. An intrusive little thing, and at first, an irritant. My instinct was quick and practical: grab a broom and sweep it back outside where it belonged. But then I paused. Instead of reacting, I found myself wondering—what if this moment held meaning? What if this unexpected...]]></description><link>https://www.penniejohnsoncounseling.net/post/when-the-messenger-flies-in-1</link><guid isPermaLink="false">69fba6fbb27e981e27ca8827</guid><category><![CDATA[Inspirational]]></category><pubDate>Wed, 06 May 2026 20:46:03 GMT</pubDate><enclosure url="https://static.wixstatic.com/media/a96fae_17967430f52343a5866d986b8e850b86~mv2.png/v1/fit/w_1000,h_1000,al_c,q_80/file.png" length="0" type="image/png"/><dc:creator>Pennie Carnes</dc:creator></item></channel></rss>