<?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-6263396975048853349</id><updated>2011-09-19T11:42:07.878-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sprinting Towards The Goal</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8907784493951322231</id><published>2011-01-22T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-23T11:39:45.218-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Desires, intentions and actions.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I get in ruts a lot in life, times where I just do not know what to do next. This can be easily frustrating, but I choose not look at it in that way at all. I think ruts are a great thing and something we need in life. If we never get into ruts how will we ever desire anything more from ourselves and from our lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In life we have desires, intentions and actions. Many people say that talk is cheap but i think its a little more pricey then we tend to think. Never belittle desires, never belittle intentions, these are a must! It shows that we want more for ourselves and for who we choose to be everyday. Yes there is a time you need more then the want of change, but we must never belittle the desire and intention of it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Eventually those intentions need to become actions, change is going to have to come into play. One day you are going to have to look at your life and say i have all these intentions and desires for myself that i need to and want to act on but what is holding me back? Eventually the question of do i love the thing that is holding me back more then i love God, or do i love God more. Its a hard question but one day you are going to have to look yourself in mirror and ask yourself just that.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Galatians 1:10 it says&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Am I now trying to win the approval of human beings, or of God? Or am I trying to please people? If I were still trying to please people, I would not be a servant of Christ. Ok i am going to just put this out there, people suck at life. We judge just as much as we blink but the truth of the matter is that what we think is pointless, we only answer to one. One day you are going to have to face you maker and i don't want him to say, you loved, money more then me, you loved people more then me, you love sex more then me, you loved fun more then me, or you loved things more then me.  I want him to look at me and say your love for my flourished through you everyday. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;!--StartFragment--&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;I find that when i choose to go my path in life rather then Gods things in my life tend to fall apart, maybe right away things work out but in the long run it tends to go to crap. God stops being my focus and my prayer life becomes less and less. The great thing is though when i choose Gods way its might be hard at first but it is always worth it. In the book i am reading call, "The Me I Wanna Be," it but it like this...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;“The truth is, a life of freedom and joy is right now. My main job is to remain connected with God. When my primary focus is to remain present with him, everything else has a way of falling into place. When my primary focus becomes anything else, my inner vitality suffers, and I become a lesser version of myself.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  ;font-family:arial;font-size:medium;"&gt;I think in other words God gives us a choice, a choice of instant satisfaction or a longing joy that can never be broken. God says i might not give you the things you want, but I will give you the things you need trust in me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;!--EndFragment--&gt;   &lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;Is that scaring to think about, trusting God.  Becoming more of what God intends you to be, does that thought make you uncomfortable? WELL GOOD! stop being comfortable and let lose, give yourself and opportunity to show Jesus that you trust him and in doing this people will see you and you will show them God through your actions. Benefitting others with your life is the whole purpose to your faith.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;In 1 Peter 1:6-9 it say So be truly glad. There is wonderful joy ahead, even though you have to endure many trials for a little while. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30341" style="line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;7&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; These trials will show that your faith is genuine. It is being tested as fire tests and purifies gold—though your faith is far more precious than mere gold. So when your faith remains strong through many trials, it will bring you much praise and glory and honor on the day when Jesus Christ is revealed to the whole world. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible joy. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NLT-30343" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9&lt;/sup&gt; The reward for trusting him will be the salvation of your souls.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: separate; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: normal; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;If you need some comfort here it is, Joy is coming your way when you trust God through the good bad and ugly. The greatest thing is that no matter what happens in trusting him you win, you get the ultimate goal. You trust God you get salvation and through trusting him this can benefit others salvation as well. In other words everything could go wrong but you still win, you get eternal life with the one who made you. Granted God wants you to be happy and i doubt everything would go wrong. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px; "&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px; border-collapse: collapse; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;This is a process all of it but in time something amazing happens, we earnestly seek to be in his presence and our intentions become Gods intentions and His desires becomes our desires. Our actions begin to show Jesus and his love. We stop having to make hard choices and feel like we are giving up something. There comes a time where we ask ourselves is this "thing" going to benefit my faith or hinder it. When this happens decisions come easier and our faith begins to flourish. Things that use to matter don't anymore and things we use to want so badly seem well worthless to us. Eventually you love nothing more than you love God and in that moment you realize the true meaning of something.....Grace.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="border-collapse: collapse; line-height: 15px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:medium;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-size:100%;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" line-height: 21px;font-size:12px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);  font-weight: normal; line-height: 15px;  border-collapse: collapse; font-family:'lucida grande', tahoma, verdana, arial, sans-serif;font-size:11px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&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/6263396975048853349-8907784493951322231?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8907784493951322231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8907784493951322231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8907784493951322231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8907784493951322231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2011/01/desires-intentions-and-actions.html' title='Desires, intentions and actions.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-1359799739027142159</id><published>2010-12-21T19:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-21T21:03:16.616-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How do you respond</title><content type='html'>Haven't wrote in here for a long time but I have had a constant statement caught in my head for the past two weeks. It was something my good friend told me about, "how do you respond." This can be taking a lot of different ways but for what is going on in my life I took it like this. Life is filled with actions and response, situations and responses, struggles and responses, tasks and responses, circumstances and responses; its filled with stuff in our lives and responses. The key word in all of this statements is responses. How you respond in things that God places in our life is so important. SO how do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's Will is going to be done, whether we like it or not. How do you respond? God is going to call us to to do hard things, how do you respond? God is going to give us blessings and joys, how do you respond? God is going to let trials happen to you, how do you respond? I could go on and on, the point is our response makes us who we are and it also in ways shows who we really are. one of my favorite quotes is from one tree hill, "Because it's only when you're tested that you truly discover who you are. And it's only when you're tested that you discover who you can be. The person that you want to be does exist, somewhere in the other side...of hard work and faith, and belief and beyond the HEARTACHE and fear of what life had." I know that One tree hill doesn't have all the answer but i think they have a point with this quote. God uses stuff all the time to shape us, frame us and sculpt us to who he intends us to be little by little. How do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;There are going to be times where God is going to call you to do something hard, something where you are going to trust him and rely on him. Are you going to fold under the pressure, let fear over come you or trust him. There will be times i fall but thats ok because there is a benefit to trust him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;1Peter 1:8-9.&lt;/span&gt;  states,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;You love him even though you have never seen him. Though you do not see him now, you trust him; and you rejoice with a glorious, inexpressible joy. The reward for trusting him will be the salvation of your souls. &lt;/span&gt;At the end of the day we trust him and thats all we do, well heck look at that, we have salvation and joy. Thats not too bad if you ask me. So again how do you respond? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The beauty of all of this is God is constant, and he will never let you down. He assures us in 1 Corinthians 10:13 saying, All you need to remember is that God will never let you down; He'll never let you be pushed past your limit; He'll always be there to help you come through it. If there is one thing that God is, it is constant so we know we can always rely on him. How do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In James 1 :2-4 it states, consider it pure joy, my brothers and sisters, whenever you face trials of many kinds,  because you know that the testing of your faith produces perseverance. Let perseverance finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. Now looking at my hard times, trails and struggles in this light it makes me response all the important. Again, how do you respond?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h6 style="font-weight: normal;" class="uiStreamMessage" ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;So after look at all this, how i respond is more important than i could have ever known. Also if i know one thing its this, I know that God has nothing but greatness laid in front of me. So why i would i ever choose to respond any other way then a way that would make me better for Jesus or make this world better for Jesus? The thing I need to remember is, my relationship with Jesus isn't for my benefit, it never was. So yet another reason why my response is so important. Our lives are so beneficial for God and his Kingdom, this is easily forgotten in our everyday but yet so important. How do you respond, i guess if i could choose to remember one thing with every respond it would be this, if Jesus isnt the reason what is the purpose? SO one last time, How do you respond? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-1359799739027142159?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/1359799739027142159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=1359799739027142159' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1359799739027142159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1359799739027142159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2010/12/how-do-you-respond.html' title='How do you respond'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-7732738791019541389</id><published>2010-02-02T10:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T10:06:19.077-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Romans 12 (message)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: 'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; "&gt;&lt;h5&gt;Place Your Life Before God&lt;/h5&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12076" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1-2&lt;/sup&gt; So here's what I want you to do, God helping you: Take your everyday, ordinary life—your sleeping, eating, going-to-work, and walking-around life—and place it before God as an offering. Embracing what God does for you is the best thing you can do for him. Don't become so well-adjusted to your culture that you fit into it without even thinking. Instead, fix your attention on God. You'll be changed from the inside out. Readily recognize what he wants from you, and quickly respond to it. Unlike the culture around you, always dragging you down to its level of immaturity, God brings the best out of you, develops well-formed maturity in you.&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12077" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;I'm speaking to you out of deep gratitude for all that God has given me, and especially as I have responsibilities in relation to you. Living then, as every one of you does, in pure grace, it's important that you not misinterpret yourselves as people who are bringing this goodness to God. No, God brings it all to you. The only accurate way to understand ourselves is by what God is and by what he does for us, not by what we are and what we do for him.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12078" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4-6&lt;/sup&gt;In this way we are like the various parts of a human body. Each part gets its meaning from the body as a whole, not the other way around. The body we're talking about is Christ's body of chosen people. Each of us finds our meaning and function as a part of his body. But as a chopped-off finger or cut-off toe we wouldn't amount to much, would we? So since we find ourselves fashioned into all these excellently formed and marvelously functioning parts in Christ's body, let's just go ahead and be what we were made to be, without enviously or pridefully comparing ourselves with each other, or trying to be something we aren't.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12079" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6-8&lt;/sup&gt;If you preach, just preach God's Message, nothing else; if you help, just help, don't take over; if you teach, stick to your teaching; if you give encouraging guidance, be careful that you don't get bossy; if you're put in charge, don't manipulate; if you're called to give aid to people in distress, keep your eyes open and be quick to respond; if you work with the disadvantaged, don't let yourself get irritated with them or depressed by them. Keep a smile on your face.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12080" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;9-10&lt;/sup&gt;Love from the center of who you are; don't fake it. Run for dear life from evil; hold on for dear life to good. Be good friends who love deeply; practice playing second fiddle.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12081" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;11-13&lt;/sup&gt;Don't burn out; keep yourselves fueled and aflame. Be alert servants of the Master, cheerfully expectant. Don't quit in hard times; pray all the harder. Help needy Christians; be inventive in hospitality.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12082" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;14-16&lt;/sup&gt;Bless your enemies; no cursing under your breath. Laugh with your happy friends when they're happy; share tears when they're down. Get along with each other; don't be stuck-up. Make friends with nobodies; don't be the great somebody.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12083" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;17-19&lt;/sup&gt;Don't hit back; discover beauty in everyone. If you've got it in you, get along with everybody. Don't insist on getting even; that's not for you to do. "I'll do the judging," says God. "I'll take care of it."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-MSG-12084" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;20-21&lt;/sup&gt;Our Scriptures tell us that if you see your enemy hungry, go buy that person lunch, or if he's thirsty, get him a drink. Your generosity will surprise him with goodness. Don't let evil get the best of you; get the best of evil by doing good.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-7732738791019541389?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/7732738791019541389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=7732738791019541389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7732738791019541389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7732738791019541389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2010/02/romans-12-message.html' title='Romans 12 (message)'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-7021489789190341558</id><published>2010-01-02T11:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T11:28:34.562-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Psalms 13</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" ;font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14076" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;1&lt;/sup&gt; How long, O LORD ? Will you forget me forever?&lt;br /&gt;      How long will you hide your face from me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14077" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt; How long must I wrestle with my thoughts&lt;br /&gt;      and every day have sorrow in my heart?&lt;br /&gt;      How long will my enemy triumph over me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14078" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt; Look on me and answer, O LORD my God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Give light to my eyes, or I will sleep in death;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14079" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt; my enemy will say, "I have overcome him,"&lt;br /&gt;      and my foes will rejoice when I fall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14080" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;5&lt;/sup&gt; But I trust in your unfailing love; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;my heart rejoices in your salvation.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-14081" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;6&lt;/sup&gt; I will sing to the LORD,&lt;br /&gt;      for he has been good to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I Hope to be sharing this with my basketball team here in the near future. God has really put it on my heart. Our team has and continues to be going through tough a season. But what i want to communicated with my team is that God has not turned his back on us. it is actually the complete opposite, he is using these tough times for these tough times to shape us to the people he intends us to be.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30253" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;2&lt;/sup&gt;Consider it pure joy, my brothers, whenever you face trials of many kinds, &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30254" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;3&lt;/sup&gt;because you know that the testing of your faith develops perseverance. &lt;sup class="versenum" id="en-NIV-30255" style="font-size: 0.65em; line-height: normal; font-weight: bold; vertical-align: text-top; "&gt;4&lt;/sup&gt;Perseverance must finish its work so that you may be mature and complete, not lacking anything. James 1:2-4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What i also want to share with my team is that there is so much more to life then basketball. It is such a huge part of our lives, so when it is going bad it can feel like everything is going bad. We continually forget that we have so many things to be thankful for, we have so many things that we must find joy in. There is such a difference between happiness and joy. We must strive for joy and hope for happiness. happiness is circumstantial, but joy now thats something that is always there. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;watch the youtube video below and you will see just how much you have to be thankful for and where joy can come from. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 10px; white-space: pre; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7Bz_EwHs_Q"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v7Bz_EwHs_Q&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 10px; white-space: pre;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:'Charis SIL', charis, Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&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/6263396975048853349-7021489789190341558?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/7021489789190341558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=7021489789190341558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7021489789190341558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7021489789190341558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2010/01/psalms-13.html' title='Psalms 13'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-7168013976183417350</id><published>2009-12-13T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T12:44:50.858-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Striving for greatness</title><content type='html'>Lately i have been doing some serious thinking at random times, like in the shower, during practice when i should be listening, night class. I have been thinking about how everyday people are striving for greatness in some sort of way. Things such as sports, school, looks, there body, and so much more. So again i have been thinking, what do i want to strive for greatness in, and after a lot of thought i have chosen relationships. I just feel like i want to be a great friend, a better daughter, someday a good wife and most importantly I need/want to be a better child of God. All those relationships are so important. I want to strive for greatness in something important, something that bigger then me, and honestly i can not think of any better way to do it. So where do i go from here? I pray and I pray. I pray for the courage, the selflessness, the awareness, and just the ability to be better in my relationships.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all starts and ends with Love, when all false, we just gotta love people, and let people love us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-7168013976183417350?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/7168013976183417350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=7168013976183417350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7168013976183417350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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lucida grande;"&gt;By your side, by tenth avenue north&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you striving these days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why are you trying to earn grace&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why are you crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Let me lift up your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Just don't turn away&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why are you looking for love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Why are you still searching as if I'm not enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To where will you go child&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Tell me where will you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;To where will you run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And I'll be by your side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Wherever you fall&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;In the dead of night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Whenever you call&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And please don't fight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;These hands that are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;My hands are holding you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Look at these hands and my side&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;They swallowed the grave on that night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;When I drank the world's sin&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;So I could carry you in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;And give you life&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;Cause I, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I want you to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;That I, I love you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;"&gt;I'll never let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8591668868179046517?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-5010314670002184748</id><published>2009-09-04T19:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T19:54:04.962-07:00</updated><title type='text'>.....</title><content type='html'>trying to find my way&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-5010314670002184748?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/5010314670002184748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=5010314670002184748' title='0 Comments'/><link 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Haiti</title><content type='html'>Here is a little video slide show i put together of my past three trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-8e9543afac1d2273" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" 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href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/567622315648453601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=567622315648453601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/567622315648453601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/567622315648453601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/08/pictures-from-haiti.html' title='Pictures from Haiti'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-6829484524225288130</id><published>2009-07-30T19:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-30T19:53:27.482-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words from a friend.</title><content type='html'>I always want to blog about haiti but i can never find the words. So i am going to borrow what my friend wrote because I think she did a great job explaining it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="clear_left"&gt;God’s love is abundant enough for every man, woman and child on this Earth, spreading as far as the eye can see, and even further. His love reaches all the way from the US full of the rich and famous, all the way to Haiti full of poverty and sickness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=629995&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=225892250693&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=225892250693&amp;amp;id=1183460605"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-d.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs164.snc1/6140_1200825379131_1183460605_629995_1276309_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_right"&gt;You will never know the feeling of seeing the hope of Jesus Christ in the eyes of a starving Haitian child, unless you see it yourself. It really makes you wonder what you are really living for. Now at home, as some have said before, my heart truly aches to go back to Haiti. To see Jesus everyday through people who have nothing, and I literally mean nothing. When you don’t have the distractions of everyday life you really get the opportunity to think about your relationships. Your relationships with the people that you miss back at home, the people that you have to spend the next nine days with, your family and friends. But mostly it opens your eyes to your relationship with Christ. I feel more connected to Christ in Haiti then I ever have in my entire life. Every night during devos I can feel Him speaking to me, and in the mornings waking up to people talking loudly doesn’t even matter. Because stepping out that door is literally walking into a living Hell. Everyone forgets his or her differences, disputes, and annoyances when it really mattered. We all worked together to do something much bigger than ourselves. We went out to share the love of Christ to people, and some of them could have probably given us some pointers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=630055&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=225892250693&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=225892250693&amp;amp;id=1183460605"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_right"&gt; I feel an overwhelming sense of longing for Haiti, to go back, to be with the people. I feel like God is telling me what I need to do, through all the images that I constantly see in my head of the kids who have red hair from worms, and the kids who have yellow jaundiced eyes. I can’t stop the thoughts of the kids living by themselves in a hut, because both of their parents died, or the thoughts of the mothers who have to watch their babies die because they caught pneumonia from the cold and rain. I still remember freshly in my mind about the little boy who ran up to me with his younger sister on his hip and pointed to my feet and then to his little sisters feet. He could have been up with all the other kids his age getting candy and small toys, but instead he was asking for things for his baby sister.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=629648&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=225892250693&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=225892250693&amp;amp;id=1183460605"&gt;&lt;img style="width: 460px;" src="http://photos-a.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs184.snc1/6140_1200791498284_1183460605_629648_5587501_n.jpg" alt="" class="" onload="var img = this; onloadRegister(function() { adjustImage(img); });" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It really makes me wonder what kind of person I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_none"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=630165&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=225892250693&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=225892250693&amp;amp;id=1183460605"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_none"&gt;I know for a fact that if I were a seven or eight year old Haitian child I would be up there getting candy for myself. Just recently I actually pushed a young girl out of the way, at a wedding, to catch the bouquet, and I didn’t even end up catching it. I don’t think I ever realized how greedy I am, and I don’t think that I will ever realize how greedy I will always be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_left"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=630199&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=225892250693&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=225892250693&amp;amp;id=1183460605"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="clear_left"&gt;Until you are put into a situation like the Haiti teams are put into every year, you will never fully understand the feelings and emotions that continue to run through our minds, even after we go home. Here I am on the 28th of July, 22 days after we left our homes to go to Haiti, and 14 days since we have gotten back from Haiti, and I still feel like I’m there. I may not be there physically, but everyday I am there. I pray daily that God helps us keep these feelings and memories for the rest of our lives, and that we never forget the bonds that we have made while we were there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="photo photo_right"&gt;&lt;div class="photo_img"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/photo.php?pid=629993&amp;amp;op=1&amp;amp;view=all&amp;amp;subj=225892250693&amp;amp;aid=-1&amp;amp;auser=0&amp;amp;oid=225892250693&amp;amp;id=1183460605"&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos-b.ak.fbcdn.net/hphotos-ak-snc1/hs184.snc1/6140_1200825299129_1183460605_629993_8301195_a.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I know that this sounds corny, but I have left my heart in Haiti, and this time I don’t know if I’ll ever get it back. I left it with the older woman who dropped to her knees in prayer and raised her hands into the air thanking Jesus for his gift of clean water. And I left my heart with little boy, whose sister I gave a pair of flip-flops that were way too big. And I left my heart with all the little children who would act all cute and nice and give me hugs, and then ask for “one sweet.” I will never be able to, even if I tried, be able to forget what I have seen, felt, and learned on my trips, and yes I will say it again, I have left my heart in Haiti.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That my friend is my, my good friend Kelsy. I hope now you can see why i have such a huge passion for this place.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-6829484524225288130?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/6829484524225288130/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=6829484524225288130' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6829484524225288130'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6829484524225288130'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/07/words-from-friend.html' title='Words from a friend.'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-6456468099436481339</id><published>2009-07-26T19:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-26T19:26:01.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>true confessions</title><content type='html'>I am a chronic worrier, yup finally said it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God is doing some good things to help me through it and realize it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man he is something :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-6456468099436481339?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/6456468099436481339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=6456468099436481339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6456468099436481339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6456468099436481339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/07/true-confessions.html' title='true confessions'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-2598892664335497792</id><published>2009-05-10T21:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-10T21:27:17.952-07:00</updated><title type='text'>finals week</title><content type='html'>Its finals week knowing i have to get through 5 finals i turn music as my best friend this week. Two songs will be constantly played this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say by David Crowder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmIZOd5AXmQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=JmIZOd5AXmQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord I'm tired&lt;br /&gt;So tired from walking&lt;br /&gt;And Lord I'm so alone&lt;br /&gt;And Lord the dark&lt;br /&gt;Is creeping in&lt;br /&gt;Creeping up&lt;br /&gt;To swallow me&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll stop&lt;br /&gt;Rest here a while&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can say right now&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can give&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can say right now&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can give, that's my everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lord didn't You see me cry'n?&lt;br /&gt;And didn't You hear me call Your name?&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't it You I gave my heart to?&lt;br /&gt;I wish You'd remember&lt;br /&gt;Where you sat it down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;And this is all that I can say right now, i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now [right now], i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice You were standing here&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that&lt;br /&gt;That was You holding me&lt;br /&gt;I didn't notice You were cry'n too&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know that&lt;br /&gt;That was You washing my feet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And this is all&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now, oh i know its not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now [right now], i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything.&lt;br /&gt;This is all that I can say right now, oh i know it's not much.&lt;br /&gt;But this is all that I can give, yeah that's my everything..&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's my everything..&lt;br /&gt;yeah that's my everything..&lt;br /&gt;everything...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound of Your Voice&lt;br /&gt;By:Lauren Strahm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/4541322"&gt;http://vimeo.com/4541322&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for You to move today&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for You to move in this place&lt;br /&gt;I lay my burdens at Your throne&lt;br /&gt;Here in our secret place, we're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chorus:&lt;br /&gt;Standing firm, I will not be shaken&lt;br /&gt;Stir it up, in my heart awaken&lt;br /&gt;A desire for You&lt;br /&gt;My heart is Yours&lt;br /&gt;Forever, only Yours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for You to speak today&lt;br /&gt;I will wait for You to speak in this place&lt;br /&gt;I fall before You at Your throne&lt;br /&gt;To hear Your whisper now, we're all alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bridge:&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of Your voice&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of Your voice&lt;br /&gt;At the sound of Your voice&lt;br /&gt;I will be silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heaven cries Your mercy reigns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen to them, they are slowly changing my life&lt;br /&gt;be home soon :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-2598892664335497792?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/2598892664335497792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=2598892664335497792' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2598892664335497792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2598892664335497792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/05/finals-week.html' title='finals week'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-6137975578355885912</id><published>2009-04-20T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-20T20:37:41.617-07:00</updated><title type='text'>four weeks...</title><content type='html'>I have four weeks, well actually less than that till i am done with my freshman year of college. wow such a crazy feeling to look back on my first year, such a rollercoster. looking back on how i have changed and who i have become i am defanitly in a total different place then i ever thought i would be right now. I am so different, yes some good, some bad but mostly i just feel like i am actually growing up. I am nervous for when i go home this summer, i am going back to a place that is expecting someone i am not anymore, its a werid feeling knowing that people dont know you anymore. I guess we shall see what happens, guess we will have to get to know eachother again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 weeks....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-6137975578355885912?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/6137975578355885912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=6137975578355885912' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6137975578355885912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6137975578355885912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/04/four-weeks.html' title='four weeks...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-4836713959726370489</id><published>2009-04-09T05:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-10T08:25:56.279-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fight for your happiness</title><content type='html'>This week I have talked to a lot of people about being happy, being at spring spring arbor and about their lives. Although i am with people on their feelings of not being happy here i am trying to have a different attitude about this situation.  In high school i had a friend who was so unhappy, she was so unhappy to the point that she did things that i do not agree with. I could never understand how she could feel that way, and since that friendship i have had the mentality that in life we have to fight for our happiness. It is not always going to come to you, in life you gotta be a fighter. Lately I have had to be a fighter and its working, I am happy. I may not love it here at the arbor, but i have some really good friendships come my way lately. I have also seen some of my really good friends a lot lately as well. I also got a new tat! I am going to continue fighting because that what i need to do, and that what i want to do. So if you read this, which i do not think a lot of people do remember this.... Be a fighter, fight for happiness because you do have some control! Live your life and love your life because if you dont find joy in the little things, you are not a fighter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-4836713959726370489?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/4836713959726370489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=4836713959726370489' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4836713959726370489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4836713959726370489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/04/fight-for-your-happiness.html' title='Fight for your happiness'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-7089864544469456732</id><published>2009-03-27T19:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-27T19:49:22.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who</title><content type='html'>Who are your people?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to fight for you?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to be there when you have no one?&lt;br /&gt;Who knows you better than you know yourself?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to love you even when you feel unlovable?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to know when you need that hug?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to see behind that smile?&lt;br /&gt;Who is going to actually give a shit and not just say they do?&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you laugh?&lt;br /&gt;Who can you cry with?&lt;br /&gt;Who can you be more real with than anyone?&lt;br /&gt;Who supports you in everything?&lt;br /&gt;Who has your back?&lt;br /&gt;Who makes you a better person?&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-7089864544469456732?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/7089864544469456732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=7089864544469456732' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7089864544469456732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7089864544469456732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/03/who.html' title='Who'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8779117034891948980</id><published>2009-02-20T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T08:16:14.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Surely we can by david crowder</title><content type='html'>http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=WuV5btFoZas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem is this&lt;br /&gt;We were bought with a kiss&lt;br /&gt;But the cheek still turned&lt;br /&gt;Even when it wasn't hit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;What to do with a love like that&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know&lt;br /&gt;How to be a love like that&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When all the love in the world&lt;br /&gt;Is right here among us&lt;br /&gt;And hatred too&lt;br /&gt;And so we must choose&lt;br /&gt;What our hands will do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain&lt;br /&gt;Let there be grace&lt;br /&gt;Where there is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Bring serenity&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid&lt;br /&gt;Help them be brave&lt;br /&gt;Where there is misery&lt;br /&gt;Bring expectancy&lt;br /&gt;And surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the problem it seems&lt;br /&gt;Is with you and me&lt;br /&gt;Not the Love who came&lt;br /&gt;To repair everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where there is pain&lt;br /&gt;Let us bring grace&lt;br /&gt;Where there is suffering&lt;br /&gt;Bring serenity&lt;br /&gt;For those afraid&lt;br /&gt;Let us be brave&lt;br /&gt;Where there is misery&lt;br /&gt;Let us bring them relief&lt;br /&gt;And surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Oh surely we can change&lt;br /&gt;Something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the world's about to change&lt;br /&gt;The whole world's about to change&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8779117034891948980?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8779117034891948980/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8779117034891948980' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8779117034891948980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8779117034891948980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/02/surely-we-can-by-david-crowder.html' title='Surely we can by david crowder'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-2746355233315556126</id><published>2009-02-03T17:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T17:57:13.329-08:00</updated><title type='text'>lately...</title><content type='html'>Today I was listening to music and well you know pondering life, i do that sometimes. Well i was just thinking about some past decisions i have made, and well i hate not knowing i made the right choice or not. lately i have been second guessing a lot, guess we will just have to wait and see...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-2746355233315556126?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/2746355233315556126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=2746355233315556126' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2746355233315556126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2746355233315556126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2009/02/lately.html' title='lately...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-2068746769078680983</id><published>2008-12-07T19:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-18T15:04:20.094-08:00</updated><title type='text'>....overwhelmed</title><content type='html'>Last night i was reunited with six of my best friends, it was the first time we had all be together since the summer. It was such an amazing time to finally be with them again. I am such a lucky person for being able to have such amazing relationships in my life. They are my than just my friends, they are my mentors, they have been there for me through so many things. Shoot they got me through high school haha. While i was sitting there talking with them i became so overwhelmed with my life. It was the first time i got to slow down and just look at what has happened of in my life recenty. I am done with my first semester of college and it is so much different then i thought it was going to be, its a lot harder. This semester Basketball has been hard, decisions have been hard and i am still dealing with those decisions because they are killing me. Friendships have been hard, being away from them and new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With these challenges i am growing up so much and God is using these experiences to slap me in the face. I need him, there is no other way to put it. I need God more than i have ever needed him in my life. I am growing up and it is hard, its shouldn't be easy. I dont have those friends 15 mins up the road anymore, i am on my own and i guess you never really know how good you had it till it is gone. I am just really lucky that i had those people in my life for as long as i did. They taught me so much and they are still teaching me so much. Through all this, I love how much i am growing up. I am a lot and it is an amazing thing to be able to feel God loving you through the struggle. SO GREAT! I am getting a break for a little while, i am going to use this time to ust reflect and rengergize for next semester.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-2068746769078680983?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/2068746769078680983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=2068746769078680983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2068746769078680983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2068746769078680983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/12/overwhelmed.html' title='....overwhelmed'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-4107513262991274627</id><published>2008-11-30T21:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T21:54:25.035-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I want more of you and less of me Jesus...</title><content type='html'>I never really know how to start these things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sitting in the lobby right now with a lot of people around me but i am just listening to worship music by my lonesome. I am listening to Empty by Jeremy Camp and it is making a lot sense. There is one verse says &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Holy Fire burn away, my desire for anything that is not of you and is of me, I want more of you and less of me, yeah. Empty me, Empty me, yeah, Fill, won't you fill me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; with you, with you, yeah."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;As i listen to this song and the words i cant help but think about how i have been living my life. If i am being honest right now if you asked me how basketball was going i would probably swear at you, it sucks. I am feeling totally chipped about the situation and my coach said some stuff that made me feel like i am just good for a laugh and that is about it. Its just hard to know what you deserve and not to get it. So what is my reaction to this? Its not fair, why is this happening, why play if this is happening?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My answer to question i keep asking myself is what i heard in church today. In all things good or bad, God uses them for good. God is going to use this struggle, unfairness and embarrassment for good in someway. He will love me through it like he has been and i am going to make it. I am going to be even more close to him after and i know someway somehow he is using this experience for good. Doesnt make much sense now but God's got my back and when i look back i know i will smile about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Until then i look at tomorrow and say its going to be a great day. I have amazing friends, amazing teammates, amazing family, i can walk, i have everything and more then i could ever need and ask for, and most of all i have an amazing God and his unfailing love.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be quit honest i could quit, i could take the easy way out, but i dont think that would be of God's will. I think he wants me on that team right now, i think he wants to love on my teammates with all i have, and if that is what he wants of me, i am going to do as best as i can. And i do love those girls with everything i am and would do anything for them, and i think God has a lot to do with that. But is it hard to sit on the bench, get the water all the time, cheer on, never see the floor and sing worship songs so i can get through the game with smile yes.....but i will keep doing because thats what God wants me to...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As Lauren Wojcik would say.."enjoy the struggle."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-4107513262991274627?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/4107513262991274627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=4107513262991274627' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4107513262991274627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4107513262991274627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-want-more-of-you-and-less-of-me-jesus.html' title='I want more of you and less of me Jesus...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-6644908953208089422</id><published>2008-11-17T19:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T21:07:36.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>good weekend</title><content type='html'>I must say being able to go to TWL this weekend with pretty much all my best friends was amazing and very needed. God loves me so much, he has given me such great friends. Like they are all blessings and this weekend i feel like i realized how much i miss them and how great they have been to me. It made it really hard to come back to school i must say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I asked God a lot of questions this weekend and i prayed a lot. I basically told him how i felt about a big question i had in my life. I told him what i felt him calling me to do and that was what i was going to do unless he told me very clearly to do something different.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;prayin for clarity and you know what i think i am getting it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-6644908953208089422?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/6644908953208089422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=6644908953208089422' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6644908953208089422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6644908953208089422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/11/good-weekend.html' title='good weekend'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-2724020309836326245</id><published>2008-11-09T17:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T09:27:40.423-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting lost...</title><content type='html'>Ok...I am really really bad at directions, I could get lost going to somewhere that I have been many times. I am just that smart, if i accumulated all the money that i have wasted in gas i would have a small fortune, seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The point of this is tonight i got lost on the way back to school but something was different this time. I would usally just freak out call my dad all histerical, but this time I just keep going. Although it took me a long time to get back to school, and i did have to back track many times, I found my way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok I know this is typical, but this was a real God moment for me. I am in a point in my life that i somewhat know the destination for my life, going into some kind of ministry. The thing is, I honestly have no idea how i am going to get there, but i am ok with it and i am just going to keep going...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-2724020309836326245?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/2724020309836326245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=2724020309836326245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2724020309836326245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2724020309836326245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/11/getting-lost.html' title='Getting lost...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-1363248298831361385</id><published>2008-10-23T19:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-23T19:50:56.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gotta shake this mood...</title><content type='html'>Lately i have been finding myself in these weird moods where i cant explain my feelings and emotions. A lot of times it is after bball (surprise surprise). I guess i am trying really hard to be alright with not having a stinkin clue with where i am going to end up in the future. It is honestly a scary thought to me not haivng a stinkin idea where i am going to end up and what i am going to do. I know God has big plans for all of us but I suck and am totally freaked out about it. I am honeslty so frustrated with college, not because i dont like it here its just that hate my classes! Gen eds suck! Thats not really the point though, i just want to be out in the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;blah blah blah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-1363248298831361385?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/1363248298831361385/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=1363248298831361385' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1363248298831361385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1363248298831361385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/10/gotta-shake-this-mood.html' title='gotta shake this mood...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-1311892848841000400</id><published>2008-10-18T21:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-18T21:18:30.645-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hmm...</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had a defining moment where everything at that moment made so much sense?!?!&lt;br /&gt;Like God slapped you in the face with the holy spirt haha (sorry inside joke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welll obviously I have and the funny thing is, is that i didnt know how defining it was to recently. I love how God keeps reminding of this memory and is using this random experience in big ways..he is LE-GIT like that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-1311892848841000400?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/1311892848841000400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=1311892848841000400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1311892848841000400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1311892848841000400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/10/hmm.html' title='hmm...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-3805984772072424678</id><published>2008-09-21T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-22T04:56:16.217-07:00</updated><title type='text'>........closer</title><content type='html'>Beautiful are the words spoken to me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is the one who speaking (2x)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHORUS:&lt;br /&gt;Come in close, come in close and speak&lt;br /&gt;Come in close, come closer to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful are the words spoken to me&lt;br /&gt;Beautiful is the one who speaking&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BRIDGE:&lt;br /&gt;The power of your words are filled with grace and mercy&lt;br /&gt;Let them fall on my ears and break my stony heart&lt;br /&gt;(Chorus)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-3805984772072424678?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/3805984772072424678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=3805984772072424678' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/3805984772072424678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/3805984772072424678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/closer.html' title='........closer'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-414061718523583207</id><published>2008-09-17T16:09:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T21:38:58.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Take the good with the bad...</title><content type='html'>I am so blessed to be at a fantastic school here at spring arbor, BUT i feel lately someways as if i am not as close to God as i want to be. I am at this school where God is so evident and so many people are in love him that it is easy to become content with my faith.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example when you have food in front of your face all the time you never really feel hungry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pray for Hunger....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-414061718523583207?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/414061718523583207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=414061718523583207' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/414061718523583207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/414061718523583207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/take-good-with-bad.html' title='Take the good with the bad...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-4444531222529539355</id><published>2008-09-17T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-17T16:11:30.968-07:00</updated><title type='text'>kinda funny</title><content type='html'>so we have had preseason condtioning for about two weeks now and i am the only one who has done every single workout all the way through haha wow.....love this sport!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is 14 girls on the team and 13 of them have either been sick or hurt and had to miss out on some of the work outs or all of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just think its funny i dunno why...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-4444531222529539355?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/4444531222529539355/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=4444531222529539355' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4444531222529539355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4444531222529539355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/kinda-funny.html' title='kinda funny'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-2807761344355098269</id><published>2008-09-15T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T20:21:52.289-07:00</updated><title type='text'>excitment</title><content type='html'>I am really excited because today i joined a small group specialized for student leadership :)&lt;br /&gt;I am also happy because i got to see a lot of my fav E-rap chicks yesterday!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;short and sweet but too the point.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-2807761344355098269?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/2807761344355098269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=2807761344355098269' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2807761344355098269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/2807761344355098269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/excitment.html' title='excitment'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-5925232746720667002</id><published>2008-09-07T17:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-07T18:37:49.675-07:00</updated><title type='text'>September 8, 2008</title><content type='html'>basketball starts tomorrow.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-5925232746720667002?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/5925232746720667002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=5925232746720667002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/5925232746720667002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/5925232746720667002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/september-8-2008.html' title='September 8, 2008'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-1375717112383741863</id><published>2008-09-06T06:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-06T06:42:37.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New people...</title><content type='html'>I am really enjoying meeting new people her at SAU. The only thing is that i want to meet everyone really fast and i am meeting a good quantity but i am not getting to know them very well. I do know the basketball players pretty well because i did know a lot of them prior to getting to school and they are sweet don't get me wrong but i dont want to limit my friendships to just the bball team. Although again i love them dearly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night was movie night at the arbor we watched some narina movie and i dont like those movies but whatelse was i going to do here on a friday night hahah. Prior to the movie i got talking to some girls on my floor one actually living upstair. I came to find out that the girls who live on this floor are from WILLIAMSTON!!! but went to dansville. OK to make a long kinda boring story short, i went to the movie with the girls and i learned that they are halirous and i really like them!! ok the whole point of the blog is just to explain two things...that i need to stop trying to meet everyone at once and slowly just get to know people AND God is awesome!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think everything is going to workout here...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-1375717112383741863?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/1375717112383741863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=1375717112383741863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1375717112383741863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1375717112383741863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-people.html' title='New people...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-978643247724439191</id><published>2008-09-02T21:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-02T21:40:10.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>new beginings</title><content type='html'>so i am here sitting in my nice not too small dorm room right now. Today was my first full day here at the Arbor and i have already felt almost every emotion a person can feel haha oh college. I just pray that God speaks to me here , well i know he will i just pray that i hear it. I have so many thoughts in my head and i just want to do what glorifys God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We had our first chapel today and it was nothing short of aMAZing. The worship was fantastic and the speaker gave me chills. Also one of my new really good friends excepted Jesus into her life. PRAISE GOD!!!! There are so many emotions going through my head right now and i wish i could put into words what i am feeling but i am not a english major for a reason.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do really miss my friends tho, i am friend sick you know like homesick but with friends. They are honestly my rocks and i just really miss there faces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But all in all God is good and i know i am where he wants me to be. He has really hooked me up lately and his love for me has been so effident, from new friendships to roommates to new friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess all i can say is I am madly in love with Jesus and I know being here at SAU my relationship will only grow and mature. How lucky could i get?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-978643247724439191?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/978643247724439191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=978643247724439191' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/978643247724439191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/978643247724439191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/09/new-beginings.html' title='new beginings'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-117446615994524151</id><published>2008-08-24T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-24T09:18:13.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I want to write a book</title><content type='html'>I want to write a book about ten random things about Christainty...i only have five right now tho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Never be content&lt;br /&gt;2.Get out of your comfort zone&lt;br /&gt;3.Those friend&lt;br /&gt;4.Love hard&lt;br /&gt;5. Be still and know he is God&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-117446615994524151?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/117446615994524151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=117446615994524151' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/117446615994524151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/117446615994524151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/08/i-want-to-write-book.html' title='I want to write a book'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-6919039294171316147</id><published>2008-08-12T09:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-12T11:26:38.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What God has put on my heart...</title><content type='html'>Religion that God our Father accepts as pure and faultless is this: to look after orphans and widows in their distress and to keep oneself from being polluted by the world  James 1:27&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But none of these things move me;nor do i count my life dear to myself, so i may finish my race with joy and the ministry that i have received from my lord Jesus, to testify to the gospel of the grace of God. Acts 20:24&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&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/6263396975048853349-6919039294171316147?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/6919039294171316147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=6919039294171316147' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6919039294171316147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/6919039294171316147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-god-has-put-on-my-heart.html' title='What God has put on my heart...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-1320518854107487409</id><published>2008-08-10T21:22:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-10T21:34:25.705-07:00</updated><title type='text'>would not know where to begin</title><content type='html'>I got home from a week in haiti yesterday. I can say with all honesty it is by far my favorite  place in this entire world. I could sit her for hours on end trying to put into words what i experienced there i could type story after story but i would just grow frustrated and probably start crying. The truth is that my trip to haiti was so many things...it was amazing, hard, physically and emotionally draining, spiritually challenging, heart wrenching, joyful, saddening...i could go on.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It could also be the most important week of my life so far. God shook me up hard core and i am still trying to figure out how he is using my time spent in seguin but i do know that when i figure out its going to be scary and it going to be hard.....so i saw bring it, i am not promising all smiles but i will try my best to rely on my God and thats all i can really do.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Right now my God is the only thing that makes sense to me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-1320518854107487409?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/1320518854107487409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=1320518854107487409' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1320518854107487409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/1320518854107487409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/08/would-not-know-where-to-begin.html' title='would not know where to begin'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8522881684675246384</id><published>2008-07-19T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-19T18:43:09.317-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love Church!!</title><content type='html'>Tonight for the first time in a long time i got to attend church! I have not been there because i have been gone sooo much.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I went by myself, which i like to do sometimes because its nice to go and just hang out with Jesus! During worship, which is one of my favorite things to do ever we sang some of my favorite songs!! I just closed my eyes, raised my hands and thought to myself, "its good to be home." Thats what i love about worshiping my lord because its where i feel like i am truly home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Some of the songs we sang tonight made me think of a lot of my favorite people i have been missing a lot this summer!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;We sang.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All my tears, this song reminds me of shannon and her mom because they love it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Everlasting, this makes me think of soooo many people but mostly Sween and Amy! i miss singing this song with them sooo much!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;How great tho art, This makes me think of Elizabeth, she loves this song and i love her and miss her!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The sermon was by a man who is a missionary over in Amsterdam. I loved it because i want to be a missionary too! He just talked about his life and how he became to where he is now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After the service i talked to him a little bit and also talked to Dan price about his trip to mexico, it was so cool what they did over there, made me want to go. I told him about my upcoming trip to Haiti and he introduced me to a man named Gary. He is an older man who had been to haiti a couple of times. Anytime i can talk to anyone about haiti i love it!! I talked to him for about 20 mins, it was kinda funny because he was asking me about my life and he was like so are you married haha. But he was a great guy and i cant wait to come back and tell him about my experience.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;random but, I get to see Dilyn on Monday and Shan comes home Wednesday!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8522881684675246384?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8522881684675246384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8522881684675246384' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8522881684675246384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8522881684675246384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-church.html' title='I love Church!!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-200753711149847577</id><published>2008-07-18T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T15:31:32.315-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LoVe My NeW lApToP!</title><content type='html'>I got a mac for school next year and i seriously love it!!! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GO MAC'S!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-200753711149847577?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/200753711149847577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=200753711149847577' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/200753711149847577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/200753711149847577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/07/love-my-new-laptop.html' title='LoVe My NeW lApToP!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8278473690333221956</id><published>2008-07-05T17:06:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T10:23:01.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I love my family</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;I went to myrtle beach a week ago. We go every year because we own a condo up there. WE go with my dads side of the family which i have truly grown to love more than myself. I actually get pretty emotional whenever i have to say goodbye to them. I want to tell you about my family because they are truly amazing people and i love being around them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll go oldest to youngest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandpa- We call him pup, he loves us all soooo much you can just tell that being around all his family is what makes him happiest. My dad has told me stories about how he worked in a factory when he was a kid, but he should had been a carpenter because he had mad skills at making things out of wood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Grandma- she is one of the most loving people i know. She is just like my pup she finds such joy in just being around our family. She loves me sooo well and i love her sooo much. she is the best grandma you could ever ask for plus she loves to go in the waves with us at the beach :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My uncle Bert- He is married my aunt beth, who is my dads sister....ok well he is a cool dude. He is a go go go kinda guy but he is always fun. He is always thinking of others and i love hime a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad- he is my biggest fan and he is one fantastic dad who lovses me.. he alwasys tells me he is proud of me and it never gets old. He is a great guy and he dresses really well! He has worked so hard at  his job and its cool to see how much success he has gotten, GO DAD!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom-she is a keeper i tell you what, she does so much for me and she just does it. She is a redheaded bombshell!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Jeff - he may be a quiet fellow but he shows all us cousins that he really loves us in his own way and we all are aware of it :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt beth - she is one of the coolest people i know! i love hanging arond her just as much as i like hanging out with my cousins its great! She is such a loving person and probably one of my fav people of all time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Uncle Colin - he is married to my aunt lynn, who is my dads sister. He is a really funny guys and one of the best hands on fathers i have ever seen.  He is actually in the airforce and a big deal!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Aunt Lynn- she is my dads sister. she is awesome, and loves everyone soo much!! She is a great mom to her two kids and those kids will forever feel liked the most loved kids in the world!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Sister- we tend to not get a long but she is alright. She is getting older so now she thinks she is too old to hang out with all the cousins but whateve....more time for me to hangout with them :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me- i am so loved by all these people i am sooooo blessed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jono- he is my aunts beth's and uncle berts 1st son. He is a really good golfer and he is pretty funny too. He is a smart kid and i love him a lot. I am pretty close to him because we have always had sports in common. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maria-She is jono's sister, She is a fantastic dancer. She is really fun and i am really close with her and we have sooo much fun together and she is soo easy going. She is just like me and loves our family.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brandon- He is the younger bro of maria and jono. He is seriously one of the smartest kids ever. He is so cute and is wayyy mature for his age but he is still my little cousin that i love sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rebecca-she is my aunt lynn and uncle collins first child. She is little miss priss but she is adorable and i love her sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will- he is the newest addition to our family. He is the cutest little boy and i love him sooo much!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love my family and can not wait until myrtle beach next year!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8278473690333221956?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8278473690333221956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8278473690333221956' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8278473690333221956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8278473690333221956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-love-my-family.html' title='I love my family'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8951643782599770191</id><published>2008-06-26T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T20:18:06.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I miss and love</title><content type='html'>In no order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Dilyn Duffey&lt;br /&gt;2. Shannon Murphy&lt;br /&gt;3. Allison Jenney&lt;br /&gt;4. Amy Lundman&lt;br /&gt;5. Lauren Wojick&lt;br /&gt;and soon to be...&lt;br /&gt;6.Katie Sweeney&lt;br /&gt;7.Chris Oakland&lt;br /&gt;incomplete list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg there is so many i could be her all night&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8951643782599770191?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8951643782599770191/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8951643782599770191' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8951643782599770191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8951643782599770191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/06/i-miss-and-love.html' title='I miss and love'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8429645749016783057</id><published>2008-06-23T22:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T22:04:25.924-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ummm</title><content type='html'>sometimes you just can't put your feelings into words...that would be today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i miss Dilyn she just gets me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8429645749016783057?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8429645749016783057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8429645749016783057' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8429645749016783057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8429645749016783057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/06/ummm.html' title='ummm'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-8493714773033445239</id><published>2008-06-09T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T11:29:22.342-07:00</updated><title type='text'>....a lot has changed</title><content type='html'>A lot has changed since i have written on this...well i am NOT IN HIGH SCHOOL ANYMORE!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow how weird its donezo high school is literally sooo two weeks ago! As exciting as it is, it can be sad at times not knowing if i am ever going to see any of those people again. it just makes me wonder if i did all God intended me to do.  I was talking to shan yesterday on gmail and she said someting that i love, "you will see the people God wants you to see." it crazy that something that simple can make me feel so much better. I really miss shan!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well today i scheduled my tattoo appointment! i am excited well i will blog more later loves!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-8493714773033445239?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/8493714773033445239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=8493714773033445239' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8493714773033445239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/8493714773033445239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/06/lot-has-changed.html' title='....a lot has changed'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-4758602477971842914</id><published>2008-05-28T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T18:43:49.201-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://picasaweb.google.com/hornet.track/MITCATeamStates02/photo#5204171621470893154"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-4758602477971842914?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/4758602477971842914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=4758602477971842914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4758602477971842914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/4758602477971842914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/05/picasa-web-albums-hornet-track-mitca.html' title=''/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-451710863776370035</id><published>2008-05-25T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:44:34.898-07:00</updated><title type='text'>State Champs BABY!</title><content type='html'>Yesterday well actually two days ago my amazing track team and I won the division two team state championship! It was soooo cool considering  we moved up a division from last year! Because we won this we get escorted into town, this is pretty cool considering they stop all traffic through our on traffic light. They do this because we stop the bus there all get out and kiss the ground and sing our fight song, it is amazing!! I have got to do this three times and each time i have felt like such a big deal haha. It is cool winning something like that with a team, it's cool being about of something that is bigger than yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One the bus ride home i was listening to my ipod and the song "you're gonna miss this came on." This just made me a little teary eyed for a second because (but that was really only for a second because it was at the part of the movie where hott black guys had there shirt off so i got happy fast)  i am truly going to miss the track team. I was extremely lucky no scratch that, extremely blessed that i was able to be on the Williamston track team this year. The girls i got to hangout with everyday after school and on Saturdays are such great people. I hope next year when i come back to visit they are going to be as happy to see me as i am going to be to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God really did hook me up with such wonderful teammates this year, who turned into awesome friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man i love Jesus!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-451710863776370035?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/451710863776370035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=451710863776370035' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/451710863776370035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/451710863776370035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/05/state-champs-baby.html' title='State Champs BABY!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-3599880615160633198</id><published>2008-05-23T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-25T21:16:31.974-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm all registered!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;I went to my freshman orientation today, it actually was really fun! I felt like i laughed a lot and i love to laugh!! I am officially a cougar! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255); font-family: courier new;font-family:webdings;" &gt;One part of the day we had stations we had to go to and one was about chapel. The chapel dean i think is what he was asked us one question and one question only. He asked back in the bible days why did people believe in Jesus. Thinking thats an easy question but then he added this, people we martyred and there children skinned alive if they were found out to be a believer of Jesus. Well it is safe to say i was stumped, everyone was quiet then he said something that gave me chills. He said "they believed in the Jesus because the tomb was empty, it's as simple as that." &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);font-family:webdings;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:georgia;" &gt;Then it really hit me when he ask do you base you relationship with Jesus on you experiences or just your faith and love. He said too many people base it off there experiences and what they do with and for Jesus. He said never base it off that base it off your love and faith and i think that is awesome!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;font-family:georgia;" &gt;I love Jesus and can not WAIT for college next year, big things are going to happen to my life and faith!!!  I am ready to grow with Jesus!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-3599880615160633198?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/3599880615160633198/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=3599880615160633198' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/3599880615160633198'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/3599880615160633198'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/05/im-all-registered.html' title='I&apos;m all registered!'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-3949032869321317914</id><published>2008-05-20T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-20T18:15:52.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I am on the Williamston Girls track team and i think there about 45 girls on the team. Sometimes i just look around and i see all the girls i think how cool it is that i can love all of them. I think as people we focus on how great it is to feel loved, when in all reality it is but, i think that it is also a great feeling to love on others. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love my savior, i love my friends, i love my family, i love my life :)&lt;br /&gt;and hey if you are reading this love you too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;I love that Jesus taught us this in ultimate way for dieing for us on the cross for our sins. I love the word love and i used it a lot in this blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: verdana;"&gt;We love because he first loved us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;1 John 4:19 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-3949032869321317914?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/3949032869321317914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=3949032869321317914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/3949032869321317914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/3949032869321317914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/05/love.html' title='Love'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6263396975048853349.post-7840021775628962037</id><published>2008-05-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-19T20:14:23.111-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why hello there...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;So I decided to try out this blog thing, i am still trying to figure out if i have anything legit to say. I love that word legit it is soo great, ok let me try this blogging thing for real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was my last Monday in high school ever!!! It is so exciting i am ready to be out of Williamston High school it is not even funny. In the same sense with the end of high school brings the end of a lot of things, a lot of things that i don't want to end. It is kinda a love hate kinda thing, but that is life. I am so excited to see what life will bring, the joys and the sorrows, my only hope is that it makes me stronger and closer with my Lord and Savior.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is so great isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus.  &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Philippians 3:14&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6263396975048853349-7840021775628962037?l=shotandshooter11.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/feeds/7840021775628962037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6263396975048853349&amp;postID=7840021775628962037' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7840021775628962037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6263396975048853349/posts/default/7840021775628962037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://shotandshooter11.blogspot.com/2008/05/why-hello-there.html' title='Why hello there...'/><author><name>Kristin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04581104321482269331</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='20' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_e2MY3uSbpd8/TRF1mPoU3HI/AAAAAAAAABk/leF1zeTJyvo/S220/163453_175504679139143_169051479784463_466776_5158252_n.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
