<?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-943804763345282092</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:20:00.286-07:00</updated><category term='My coolest parents'/><category term='The Secrecy Sisters Chapter One'/><title type='text'>All 4 Christ Coral</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-20847157092107091</id><published>2010-10-07T11:37:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-07T11:37:34.859-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VisitorMap.org</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border=0 width=0 height=0 src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/IMP/CXNID=2000002.0NXC/bHQ9MTI4NjQ3NjU2NjU5MCZwdD*xMjg2NDc2NjMyNDY3JnA9MjA3MzUxJmQ9Jm49YmxvZ2dlciZnPTEmbz1lNzZjOGFlMTc2NjY*/OGUwYjQyYWE2NjgyZDY*MzU5MSZvZj*w.gif" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitormap.org/" target="_top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.visitormap.org/map/m:tsrzidvdrxrfmmsx/s:1/c:ff0080/p:dot/y:5.png" alt="Free Visitor Maps at VisitorMap.org" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.visitormap.org/"&gt;Get a FREE visitor map for your site!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-20847157092107091?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/20847157092107091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=20847157092107091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/20847157092107091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/20847157092107091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/10/visitormaporg.html' title='VisitorMap.org'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-35415364401134842</id><published>2010-09-15T14:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T10:24:19.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking!</title><content type='html'>Crazy things happen right?? We never know what to expect, and can never guess what lies on the road ahead. Well, September 12. My sisters birthday, she turned 15. For a surprise we took her to eat at an Ethiopian restaurant. It was great to see her enjoying her culture and eating her home food. While we were there we made friends with several of the people who worked and owned the restaurant.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we were getting ready to leave my dad had to change out the old tire of our van with the new one and plenty of the people joined us outside as we fixed to leave. While we were loading the van. A pizza truck was driving out of the strip mall, and before he could stop a 3 year old boy ran out in front of the car. I wish I could easily say that the pizza truck dodged the young boy and we all went on with our day. But it didn't. Before I could even think of what to do next, I could hear the whaling of the African people. And the screaming from the kids in the back seat. It was happening again.. I couldn't understand why, and I couldn't think of what to do or how to handle the situation all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would hear young children cry out to Jesus like that.. My mind raced and all I could do was scream out to God. The same sounds as before filled my ears. The sounds that even now I can hear echoing in my mind. My head was filled with confusion as I sat in the car with all the other children screaming and sobbing. Finally I pulled myself together and went to the kids to help them understand that God was in control and at the same time clammed myself down to understand it as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's hard to understand why God does what does...&lt;br /&gt;As I sat there all I could think was “why?” It’s kind of funny when we question God. We think it’s “okay” to do it. But it’s so hard not to. When a love one dies, or your parent’s divorce, we often look to other things. We don’t look straight to God, and if we do we question him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here we go on a rabbit trail, my little brother Christopher, he is quite a fearsome thing to behold, he strange, sometimes gross. But a small trait no one really sees is his faith. About two years ago we had my papa over and the kids where running all over the place. My papa handed my 3 year old sister a mint candy. She was playing tag at the same time a chocked on it. My mom started performing the Heimlich lick maneuver, at the same time I was dialing 911. In all panic and each kid crying, Chris got down and prayed. He didn’t focus on the things of the world around him, he looked to God. Not many people know this about my brother, but it seems almost every time our family gets into a situation like this, (which it happens a lot HAH) he gets down and prays. He doesn’t look to the medics or to my mom doing the Heimlich. He looks to God. Why is it that a child that is 11 can look straight to God, but adults, teens, we just can’t seem to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am trying to share Christ with one of my friends lets pretend his name is Tim (due to privacy issues) For a long time I have been praying and working with Tim, he even came to a rice night, but at the end of a debate he stated “I’m not ready to believe anything.. Maybe in the future” As teens, and adults we can’t seem to believe what we used to. We obviously know Santa doesn’t come down our chimney. But why can’t we put faith in something that is real?? I think my whole point to these stories is the confusion of why we all look to something else. When we need money, we look to the bank. When a child is sick we look to the doctors. I don’t know how many lessons, or how many people really need to say this until it fully clicks. God is God, why do we sleep in fear?? Why do we look to drugs, alcohol and not God?? These things have bothered me for awhile. A child CAN do it. So can us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let me challenge you to something, find several verses on looking to God, Genesis 18:14, Jer 32:27, Luke 1:37 ext. And post them all around, your work place, bathroom, even the banner on your cell phone. And when the tough times come, look to God and know he is in control, as Matthew 10:29 states “Are not two sparrows sold for a cent? And yet not one of them will fall to the ground apart from your Father.” God is in control, let’s really look to him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-35415364401134842?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/35415364401134842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=35415364401134842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/35415364401134842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/35415364401134842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/09/looking.html' title='Looking!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-3756055973741624444</id><published>2010-06-11T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-06T14:01:32.509-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Long time no see!</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging lately, I've been keeping up with school, and a family of 11. Life has been kinda crazy. "The mission" is just starting, our family is settling in, so on and so forth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently at one of our bible studies, we watched a video. It was something like "The 10 fears for sharing Christ" this video walked you step by step to over coming the fear of sharing our saviors name. On this video they told a story that really hit me, the story (true by the way) went something like this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;"My family all got together for the holidays. It was such a big get together that the kids would sleep in the garage. That night a fire started, and as a father I ran to get the kids. The door way was block to the garage and I couldn't get in. But these kids where everything to me. So I ran through the fire getting 3rd degree burns all over my arms and legs. Still, these children lost their life's."&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;If you knew that your house was going to catch on fire, would you save you save the kids? I am assuming you'd all say yes. You would clear everyone out of the house. Think of it this way though, the whole world, could end any second.. Don't we want to save them all?? Are we selfish enough to sit here and say nothing?? We know the truth, we know the only way to heaven. Why don't we share it with the world?? Why don't we act as if the world was ending tomorrow? We don't have all the time we need. God knows when the world ends, and we need to act upon it. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I don't know if all of you feel the same as I. It just something that has hit my heart, and something I feel needs to change my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-3756055973741624444?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/3756055973741624444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=3756055973741624444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/3756055973741624444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/3756055973741624444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/06/long-time-no-see.html' title='Long time no see!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-8546506754828709327</id><published>2010-05-04T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T13:03:44.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stress and all</title><content type='html'>Sorry for not blogging lately, as most of you know, it's kinda crazy around. As for our house, it is running pretty well, I can say. More or less. I can say, my out look on life has changed a bit, I now know life is not at all easy. Epically for my mom of 9. Another thing I learned is: 2 hour nap time is the best part of the day. At last but not least, I can't take a shower without a knock on the door with a child asking "You wash?" I also can say, life has got me stressed out. I try not to be too stressed, (It's hard). But I seem to make it through. ;) Something my mom told me, when I was completely stressed, "Stress is a sin" when I heard her say this I thought she was insane, and my answer was "Really??" And almost gave the stare down kind of thing. And she explained to me that when we stress we are obviously not trusting the Lord. We are taking matters into our own hands, and that's not right. As hard as this is for me, I try to not stress as much as I do. I mean, everyone LOVES quiet, right?? But doesn't mean we have to freak out until then. I'm speaking mostly to myself, and my mom knowing she reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go, I have kids to feed. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 Christ,&lt;br /&gt;   Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-8546506754828709327?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/8546506754828709327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=8546506754828709327' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/8546506754828709327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/8546506754828709327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/05/stress-and-all.html' title='Stress and all'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-1612522566386056120</id><published>2010-03-19T10:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-19T10:44:20.055-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Being confused..</title><content type='html'>You know when you are SO confused with God, you have no clue what so ever what he is doing. And in this complete chaos you can still find peace in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of now, I have no idea what God is doing with my life.. And at first I had no faith in Him. Took the matters into my own hands. Didn't give God anything at all. Yes I prayed about it, yes I would say 'Oh yes God's got this' but not always did I believe it till now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God has plans for each and everyone of us. No we may not see it. I know I don't. But he does. He may take your friends, he may take your church, he can take so many things. But God has something stored for all of us. God is a God that gives and takes away. I often take the blessing and forget about the responsibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God's plans are bigger than mine, he knows ALL. How amazing is that? All we need to do is hold on to him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I saw the new 'Alice in Wonderland' yesterday. Amazing movie!&lt;br /&gt;I don't know if this spoils the movie or not.. But I am going to say a line. That one Caterpillar thing tells Alice, when she is crying and all that jazz. 'The sword knows what it wants. All you have to do is hold on to it.' Funny thing, I use this movie to try and describe what I am saying.&lt;br /&gt;But, God knows what he wants.. He doesn't need help! All we have to do is hold on to him. Trust in him, know He is our God. Who is fully capable of taking matters into his own hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All4Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Coral Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-1612522566386056120?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/1612522566386056120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=1612522566386056120' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1612522566386056120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1612522566386056120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/03/being-confused.html' title='Being confused..'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-6265262423727850566</id><published>2010-03-10T11:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:06:29.066-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My new best friend</title><content type='html'>Okay, I have a new best friend. Even though she doesn't really know we are best friends, its like my mom and Beth More. ;) But I love this chick, her name is Lexi. Her family is JUST like ours. They just adopted from Ethiopia, go figure! She wants to change the world, and she is already starting! Check it out:  jumps4joy.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;She is like my new role model!! I just love her hha. She's only 15. She is truely amazing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well sorry Lexi for no before notice of our friendship. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All4Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-6265262423727850566?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/6265262423727850566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=6265262423727850566' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6265262423727850566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6265262423727850566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/03/my-new-best-friend.html' title='My new best friend'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-2812152677767345053</id><published>2010-03-09T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-09T11:39:25.211-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So awesome!!</title><content type='html'>I love my new sister!! Just having her here is soooo awesome!! Lastnight, I went to my Pathways class like I do every Monday, It was all about linguistics. Truely amazing! Afterwards I had my best friend LIBBY, come over. We had a random thought that we would try it out. We ended up staying up till 2:30 and learning over 200 words and phrases from Meski, mind you she doesn't really speak english and we know no Amharic. It was soooo much fun to see my sister excited about us learning her launguage! It was too cool! After our 3 hours of Amharic we decided to pray, this was a non-stop prayer. It lasted till 3:00 no its not those prayers that last 5 days, but it was cool to see a group of teens so in love with the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I must go for we are re-writing all our Amharic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ciao-Bye&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-2812152677767345053?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/2812152677767345053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=2812152677767345053' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2812152677767345053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2812152677767345053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/03/so-awesome.html' title='So awesome!!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-1180255587504527832</id><published>2010-02-22T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T11:38:24.518-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doers of the Word, not just hearers.</title><content type='html'>I haven't blogged in a long time... Been pretty busy as most of you know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, after the first week of being home, I finally caught up to jet lag, got used to not having security check each time you walk into a store, and most of all... Not seeing sad hungry faces on the side of the streets. Every where, there were beggars, I can not express this enough. I remember coming home and saying this over and over again. No matter where I went, there were hungry homeless people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I spoke before about the hospital in Kenya, I remember this one face, this one women, she was an elderly women sitting in a wheel chair, an IV in her arm and tears running down her face. Once in awhile I just sit and think of her. She was sick in a 3rd world country, probably not a lot of  money, and not any REAL good meds. I live in the U.S.A. and as a kid even, I am more rich than most of the people there. Why can't I do something? Why is she probably not even alive by now, and I did nothing? I know I am only 13. I can't just hop on a plane and leave home, of course not! But can I make a difference? I can not just sit here and do nothing! I am sick of it. I said this to myself and to God, I don't even really like being home... Yes the fist time I got home I loved it. But I sit here and cry over the face of this women, or the young blind boy who was begging on the street... And I did nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do something, my amazing friend Amy (Thiele as I call her) shared this versus with me&lt;br /&gt;1 Timothy 1:12&lt;br /&gt;Don't let anyone look down on you because you are young, but set an example for believers in speech, in life, in love, and in purity.&lt;br /&gt;(Clap for Amy)&lt;br /&gt;Being a kid.. Doesn't mean I can't make a difference. I know the Lord has something planned for me, and all my other friends who want to follow the Lord.. We just have to listen, and go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All4Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-1180255587504527832?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/1180255587504527832/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=1180255587504527832' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1180255587504527832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1180255587504527832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/02/doers-of-word-not-just-hearers.html' title='Doers of the Word, not just hearers.'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-2546330769242017566</id><published>2010-01-30T22:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-30T22:25:19.984-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Down and almost out</title><content type='html'>Have you ever had the experience of passing out or getting close to passing out? Its the weirdest, creepiest feeling... When we where in Kenya... We started our 8 hour drive to the village.. On our way, I fell asleep. Waking up few hours later to my face slamming the front seat, a big boom with water splashing on the windshield followed by my mom yelling "We hit him we hit him!" Him was a young boy who ran out in front of our car. This young boy should of been dead... But by God's grace. He is alive and well. The next day, we went to visit this young boy. (Mind you I'm scared to death in Kenya) We make it to the hospital and I was already feeling car sick. Going in side was over whelming... So much sick and hurting. That could be stop. It hurt me just to see it.... We went into the children's clinic. Where we saw the young boy... It was horrible. I would never expect him to look like that. We prayed over him and his family. After that I pulled my mom aside and told here I need to leave before I throw up. Me and my dad stepped out into the hall way and waited. Trying to hold it down, I lost my hearing. We started making our way down stairs when I lost my sight and told my dad I'm going to pass out. I can't remember all what happen. But I remember getting outside throwing up and gaining sight back. I can tell you how happy I was that I didn't all the way pass out. And that I learned alot from this scary experience. It was so poverty stricken there. And I want to help. Well... I must go for now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All4christ&lt;br /&gt;Coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.s. Kt I found some tea you might like. ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-2546330769242017566?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/2546330769242017566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=2546330769242017566' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2546330769242017566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2546330769242017566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/down-and-almost-out.html' title='Down and almost out'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-7321808314800351369</id><published>2010-01-12T12:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-12T13:00:02.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today's post.</title><content type='html'>Truly forever and positively in love with Jesus.&lt;br /&gt;To tell you the truth, it took awhile to realize how much I really loved Jesus. I mean I love him A LOT... Each day I try to fill my thoughts with him, and how I can't wait to go spend time with him in my quiet place. (heheh my room) I want him to be my true forever focus, yes when I'm married I will be in love with that man. But still never as much as I am in love with my Savior. I love taking time to talk to him... Even though I can not say I spend a lot  of time with him. But I try to take it one day at a time getting more and more into his word. And I would like to encourage everyone to spend time with him. I bet he would love it more than any other person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly and forever,&lt;br /&gt;Coral Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-7321808314800351369?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/7321808314800351369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=7321808314800351369' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/7321808314800351369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/7321808314800351369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/todays-post.html' title='Today&apos;s post.'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-337465674081631795</id><published>2010-01-11T17:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:14:31.110-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Taylor!!!</title><content type='html'>My friend Taylor,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a lot to say about her. But since I have a short time limit before my brother kicks me off i must only say this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the fact that she can quote all the lines from LOTR, she is ON FIRE for the Lord.&lt;br /&gt;She recently posted awesomeness on her blog that the WHOLE world should know. So I would like to lead you to her blog. Even know my mom is the only one who really reads this. (Hi mom) Her blog is &lt;a href="http://journeysoftalilao.blogspot.com/"&gt;Http://journeysoftalilao.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check it out. She is pretty amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love you Tay Tay!!&lt;br /&gt;Coral Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-337465674081631795?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/337465674081631795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=337465674081631795' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/337465674081631795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/337465674081631795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/httpjourneysoftailaoblogspotcom.html' title='Taylor!!!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-1001473607626693440</id><published>2010-01-09T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-09T09:55:17.297-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm... Skirts #2</title><content type='html'>Skirts.... To tell you the truth now just last week I was complaining about wearing them. Now I can't wait. Skirts are not as bad as I thought. Just last night we got several skirts from Cindy May. Me and my mom tried them all on this morning. When my mom or me would see a skirt we like and call out 'I call it! Its mine! I own it!' This would happen over and over again till we Finlay got our skirts sorted. Child hood memories huh? We both have five skirts for our journey. And I really can't wait. Skirts as I said are better than I thought. They are really comfortable, fun, colorful, and not to mention the best part ever... They are flowy! Yeah, I am secretly four at heart. ;) But I love them. I might come back from Africa and wear them more than usual.&lt;br /&gt;From this moment we leave in exactly two weeks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All4Christ,&lt;br /&gt;Coral Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-1001473607626693440?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/1001473607626693440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=1001473607626693440' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1001473607626693440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1001473607626693440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/hmm-skirts-2.html' title='Hmm... Skirts #2'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-4378842852478645490</id><published>2010-01-06T12:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T12:56:52.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Skirts....</title><content type='html'>With Africa coming sooner each day, me and my mom tried on skirts. Yes skirts... To tell you the truth I would rather be caught dead than be in a skirt.. Not to offend skirt wearers, I just really don't care for them.. But anyways, while me and my mom where trying on many different skirts, all with different shapes and sizes, I thought to myself.. "I can not believe I'm going to Africa." It started out as just Cadenn going, he has always wanted to be a missionary or something on those lines... In Africa. I was soooo jealous, I wanted to go really bad. But the best thing to do about it was pray. That was the biggest thing I prayed about for awhile. Then finaly my mom started talking about getting me a passport, just in case I get the chance to go. Now my hopes where up, I had no clue weather or not I was really going. But I hopped too. Soon after that the ABBA fund agreed to help us. I was so excited. I'll never forget going to get my passport, God truly answered my prayers. So with less than 3 weeks before we leave,  all I can say is  this is a true blessing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 Christ&lt;br /&gt;Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-4378842852478645490?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/4378842852478645490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=4378842852478645490' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/4378842852478645490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/4378842852478645490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/skirts.html' title='Skirts....'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-4270438937332652556</id><published>2010-01-04T09:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-04T09:42:23.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming</title><content type='html'>I want to leave to Africa soooo bad. All I think about all day is Africa and I dream about it at night. I doubt what I have in mind would be anything close to the real deal. I just can't wait to go! In the future I would love to live out there. And when I go I'm guessing I won't want to come back. I pray all the time for this trip to come sooner and I thank God everyday for giving me the chance to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your truly,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral Christine&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-4270438937332652556?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/4270438937332652556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=4270438937332652556' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/4270438937332652556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/4270438937332652556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/coming.html' title='Coming'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-8888024763667139542</id><published>2010-01-02T18:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T19:00:28.794-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sooo Soon!</title><content type='html'>Africa is coming faster and faster. I can not wait!! One thing.... I gonna miss my best friends birthday... My best friend Cailee. That's right my sister. Besides our fighting and bickering over cell phones, Hair products and clothes... We are the best of friends. Nothing can make us hate one another. I truly love her. The longest time I was away from my sister was for merely 2 nights and that seemed a long time. Compared to the two weeks I'm gone that's nothing. It may seem really dumb and I might sound like I'll never see her again. But two weeks seems really long. I'm going to miss her soothing voice asking me random questions like 'Do you wanna walk to Kohls tomorrow?' at midnight. Right now I sit here looking at her from across the room, knowing I'm going to miss her bunches. I don't know how I will make it up for missing her 14th b-day. I can truly admit that she is one of the coolest people I know. And I won't trade her for anything. Yes we do fight, we are far from perfect. But we truly love another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love you Cailee!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AHxXSMDiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uyCqsJAnjXg/s1600-h/coral+048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5422342495999364642" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AHxXSMDiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uyCqsJAnjXg/s320/coral+048.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-8888024763667139542?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/8888024763667139542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=8888024763667139542' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/8888024763667139542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/8888024763667139542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2010/01/sooo-soon.html' title='Sooo Soon!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AHxXSMDiI/AAAAAAAAAL8/uyCqsJAnjXg/s72-c/coral+048.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-1923829225858060563</id><published>2009-12-22T12:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-22T12:59:18.775-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Praise the LORD!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Our court date passed!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We have a verbal conformation! We are SOOO Excited! What happens next is... Our kids will be transferred to the Thomas Center right away, which is a staging area for kids who are waiting for there families. We are right now waiting for our 'Embassy date.' Which we think we will receive in a week and our agency thinks it will be February 2nd. We would travel a week before that, So hopefully the end of January!! As soon as we get the 'Embassy date' we get our travel dates!! &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;I am both laughing and crying! I just can't wait! Its been a long journey and we are Finlay here! Please keep our kids in prayers as they wait for us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Today my parents are legally parents of nine kids! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;So with permission I will now show you my new siblings!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#6600cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzExYqB6kAI/AAAAAAAAALk/pwf4jnqVyfY/s1600-h/Thiele2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 240px; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166126372360194" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzExYqB6kAI/AAAAAAAAALk/pwf4jnqVyfY/s320/Thiele2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Meskerem 13&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzExtTT2uxI/AAAAAAAAALs/2Udr3C0O1xc/s1600-h/Thiele6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 259px; HEIGHT: 304px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166481050843922" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzExtTT2uxI/AAAAAAAAALs/2Udr3C0O1xc/s320/Thiele6.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Eyob 12&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzEyFnag4II/AAAAAAAAAL0/i7EQbcage94/s1600-h/thiele3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 283px; HEIGHT: 271px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5418166898764341378" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzEyFnag4II/AAAAAAAAAL0/i7EQbcage94/s320/thiele3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Samuel 8&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-1923829225858060563?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/1923829225858060563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=1923829225858060563' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1923829225858060563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/1923829225858060563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2009/12/praise-lord.html' title='Praise the LORD!!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SzExYqB6kAI/AAAAAAAAALk/pwf4jnqVyfY/s72-c/Thiele2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-7437519311275894676</id><published>2009-12-03T07:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T08:12:53.151-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Immediately</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Matthew 4:22 &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And &lt;strong&gt;Immediately&lt;/strong&gt; they left the boat and their father and followed him.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Immediately... Right away no hesitation... Could I do that?&lt;br /&gt;For bible study I had to choose a verse to meditate on. I chose this on... Kinda skipping over the meaning and what really happened here. Then it hit me.... Would I drop everything and go do what God asks me too? Would I be like the man in Matthew who wanted to bury is father first... Can I drop the things that would be hard to let go? When God tells to do something it's for the better... Sometimes we have something we don't want to let go of, but God's trying to show you that he has something WAY better over here! Yes, it's hard to let go.. but can't we see he's God... He knows what he's doing. And I think, we should completely trust him, and follow Immediately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-7437519311275894676?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/7437519311275894676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=7437519311275894676' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/7437519311275894676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/7437519311275894676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2009/12/immediately.html' title='Immediately'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-2580268590378710410</id><published>2009-09-17T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T18:04:23.194-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious moments</title><content type='html'>As I look back I see many things. Hard struggles, Crazy moments, but then i see precious moments. So ask most of you know I fight with my brothers and sisters alot.... but I have those time when i love them to death, well I always love them.... but most teens know what i mean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;So i am going to share with you some pictures from my Precious moments with my brothers and sisters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and my bubby (cadenn)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaREO0dXI/AAAAAAAAALU/ThaVMZDvqts/s1600-h/6493_1153545371951_1627187132_395559_4879772_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382604491389695346" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaREO0dXI/AAAAAAAAALU/ThaVMZDvqts/s320/6493_1153545371951_1627187132_395559_4879772_n.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; Make up and hair day with chlo joe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaQioCQII/AAAAAAAAALM/q7Yg_zUZF_0/s1600-h/Me+and+cho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382604482368651394" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaQioCQII/AAAAAAAAALM/q7Yg_zUZF_0/s320/Me+and+cho.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and Cailee acting crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaP3sBezI/AAAAAAAAALE/fe-FdkJaou0/s1600-h/me+and+cail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382604470842653490" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaP3sBezI/AAAAAAAAALE/fe-FdkJaou0/s320/me+and+cail.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaP3sBezI/AAAAAAAAALE/fe-FdkJaou0/s1600-h/me+and+cail.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Me and crissy (christopher)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaPZsbSTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/x_8hmYq7gi8/s1600-h/0804091415a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382604462791280946" style="WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaPZsbSTI/AAAAAAAAAK8/x_8hmYq7gi8/s320/0804091415a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;Cyi jia she takes after me :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaRoiWNeI/AAAAAAAAALc/Pxg4SFrGacs/s1600-h/301.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5382604501135275490" style="WIDTH: 322px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 216px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaRoiWNeI/AAAAAAAAALc/Pxg4SFrGacs/s320/301.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaRoiWNeI/AAAAAAAAALc/Pxg4SFrGacs/s1600-h/301.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&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/943804763345282092-2580268590378710410?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/2580268590378710410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=2580268590378710410' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2580268590378710410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2580268590378710410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2009/09/precious-moments.html' title='Precious moments'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SrLaREO0dXI/AAAAAAAAALU/ThaVMZDvqts/s72-c/6493_1153545371951_1627187132_395559_4879772_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-6456953540333499719</id><published>2009-08-21T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T09:02:24.119-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessings losses and wisdom</title><content type='html'>Last night I was thinking about my blessings, my losses, and what I've learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My blessing: (I have to many to say but I will list some) My parents, A wonderful Nana, A heart for missions, This house, My siblings, All the kids we have and still are adopting, Friends.&lt;br /&gt;The list goes on, as i thought last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my Losses: My Nana, Friends, my own room ;)&lt;br /&gt;Not to many i thought...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my wisdom come in here, We have so many blessing and so little losses, what are we doing in return? I look at my parents and see people serving the Lord, I look at Katie in Africa and see love for him, I look at Cindy May and see a full heart for missions.&lt;br /&gt;My mom was talking about giving every thing away for the poor and I agreed, as I look around i thought "The TV can go, my i-pod my nice wood base board." then i took a look at my purity ring, even though it wouldn't sell much i thought "Oh no not that, it has something from my Nana." So i stopped naming things. After that I kept thinking of that, if a starving kid was in front of me, and it would die if I didn't give it my ring would I do it? I keep on asking myself, I could give up cable and my computer even, but I could'nt say my ring. I prayed hard and thought about it for awhile, Then it came to me! This will not be in heaven! These kids can be, by what Katie, Cindy and My parents are doing! (and hopefully me some day) So this Christmas I Was going to ask for a nice guitar..... but I want a goat someone donate it in my name, I want money to give to Cindy May and Katie. Its a hard to say that I don't really want any thing for myself, But this is something i cant wait for! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to be one of those people who are All 4 Christ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-6456953540333499719?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/6456953540333499719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=6456953540333499719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6456953540333499719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6456953540333499719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2009/08/blessings-losses-and-wisdom.html' title='Blessings losses and wisdom'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-8351256515682337515</id><published>2009-07-24T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T14:49:53.209-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Broken beauity</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SmosUv6INDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P46RUMkIm5g/s1600-h/CASt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362147041307276338" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SmosUv6INDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P46RUMkIm5g/s320/CASt.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Recently i haven't been blogging and i have been dying to!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;so i am. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Most off you know i broke my foot, but for you who haven't heard here's the story.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was hanging out with my friend Brenna and i was running up the stairs and somehow kick a basket sitting on the stairs, I thought i was fine but the pain started hitting hard.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;After awhile my mom took me to the doctors who put my in a Una boom (soft cast) and a walking boot, and told pacifically not to walk on it. So one night i was spending the night at my good friends the Manning's and I put little more pressure on it then i should, I had to call my mom the next morning from the pain and went home. when i got home my foot was so swollen that i had to cut off the Una boom. the next night i had the choice to go in a cast or a boot, I thought cast was safer for camping so i chose cast. my wonderful Mellisa did a amazing design that i couldn't thank her enough for. After two weeks and camping i got the cast of being told its not healed i was super disappointed. so now i am in a boot for two more weeks still on crutches. hopefully no more activities like camping in these two weeks.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-8351256515682337515?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/8351256515682337515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=8351256515682337515' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/8351256515682337515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/8351256515682337515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2009/07/broken-beauity.html' title='Broken beauity'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SmosUv6INDI/AAAAAAAAAJE/P46RUMkIm5g/s72-c/CASt.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-2561628532722655184</id><published>2009-04-09T12:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-09T12:41:23.297-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cali and other things</title><content type='html'>Sorry i havent been ono in a while. But i finaly thought i should write on my blog again so... let me up date you! I am going to cail for the weekend and i am going to feed the homeless and im realy excited! and im going boogie boarding! :D I am now into the worship team at church and cnt wait to sing up there again! My older brother is in the sound of music and Spotlight youth theater you should see him the show! he is a notzi siolder! so if you would like to go check our Spotlightyouththeater.org that will show you alot!well i got to go! PLZ pray i am safe in cali. thxall Christ Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-2561628532722655184?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/2561628532722655184/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=2561628532722655184' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2561628532722655184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2561628532722655184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2009/04/cali-and-other-things.html' title='Cali and other things'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-7613813993736104795</id><published>2008-10-15T08:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-15T08:49:24.981-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Faith theater!</title><content type='html'>PLZ go check out my other blog!&lt;br /&gt;It is a amazing idea i made!&lt;br /&gt;so check it out @ faiththeater.blogspot.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-7613813993736104795?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/7613813993736104795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=7613813993736104795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/7613813993736104795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/7613813993736104795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2008/10/faith-theater.html' title='Faith theater!'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-3495219969620680237</id><published>2008-09-23T19:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T21:31:59.564-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My doggy</title><content type='html'>Please pray for my doggy pepper.&lt;br /&gt;When she got home from her hair cut she look really different, and my other dog bit her.&lt;br /&gt;It left a huge cut on her neck and head. It still is bleeding a little and i just hope shes ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All 4 Christ Coral&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-3495219969620680237?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/3495219969620680237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=3495219969620680237' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/3495219969620680237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/3495219969620680237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-doggy.html' title='My doggy'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-6554647180645571166</id><published>2008-09-19T18:11:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T18:27:16.278-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='My coolest parents'/><title type='text'>My Mom and Dad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SNRN8O7YrII/AAAAAAAAAGA/dE2tbAEOAqw/s1600-h/bry+and+drea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5247905162988137602" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SNRN8O7YrII/AAAAAAAAAGA/dE2tbAEOAqw/s320/bry+and+drea.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; You don't know how cool my parents are till you met them! &lt;div&gt;You probably think I am just saying it, But I am serious! Ask anyone their are cool!&lt;br /&gt;My dad is a total joker! He is always messing around! But when he needs to be he is serious.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really love you dad!! And i love how he is all for God! Thats is way i am all for Chist because my Dad and my Mom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now my Mom is so much fun! She is not normal, well she is but.... never mind! She is so amazing, She is always there for me! I can tell her anything and I just love her! It's her birthday on sunday! And I cant wait to give her her present!! I cant tell you guys yet but i will!! Well anyways my Mom is so awsome! She is the best singer ever! I bet she could win American Idol!!! I think I got my voice from her. Mom I pray that you and I will  stay close for every and never part! (same with you Dad!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I love you guys lots and I always will!!!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Love your daughter Coral!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;P.s. Happy Birthday!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-6554647180645571166?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/6554647180645571166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=6554647180645571166' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6554647180645571166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6554647180645571166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-mom-and-dad.html' title='My Mom and Dad'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SNRN8O7YrII/AAAAAAAAAGA/dE2tbAEOAqw/s72-c/bry+and+drea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-6048385021613862209</id><published>2008-09-15T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T15:27:27.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Chapter 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;SAY WHAT!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cailee and Tara stop running when they saw me standing on the side playing with my dark brown hair listening to Caitlyn and Steven fight.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I just made a announcement!" Steven yelled "Not like i killed anyone!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You knew Cailee didn't want you to tell" Caitlyn yelled back &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No i did not!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well you made her cry!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Don't tel...." I put my hand over Cailee's mouth.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"This is there fight, You can tell her after." I whispered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cailee sat on the floor and listened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well i am sorry!" Steven yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Sorry isn't good enough!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well what can I do to get your forgiveness?" He said calmer and quieter&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well ...." She started playing with her hair "You can come?" She said so quite almost in a whisper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They started whispering.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They hugged then he walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When she turned around she gasped.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tara and Cailee giggled as they walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlyn walked up to me slowly and I began to laugh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Such big enemies?" I laughed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well sorta!" she said madly &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's ok! I once loved my biggest enemie."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You did?!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Umm.. No not really."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We both laughed as we walked to the buss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;On the buss we meet up with Cailee and Tara. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;When the looked up at Caitlyn they laughed, Then came and sat by us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Enemies....." Cailee couldnt finish her sentence without laughing.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We all stated laughing till steven came on the buss.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Caitlyn stared and all she could think about was his handsome blue eyes and his amazing light brown hair.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then steven tripped falling righting infront of her.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Cailee and Tara laughted histaricaly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steven got up dast and sat behide us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;After the buss ride home Caitlyn and Steven said goodbye and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Oh! I remembered what i was going to say!" Cailee said frighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The bet is......." She mumbeled  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The bet is what?" Coral asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Tomorrow!" Tara yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What! Already?!" Caitlyn yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well it is a Saturday." Cailee said&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"So your telling us we have to go in the old house on Baker street tomorrow morning?" Coral said trying not to sound to excided&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yeah..... and stay the night."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"SAY WHAT?!?" Tara screamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"The old house on baker street? I thought it was a bet on who can eat the most chocolate?" Tara said frighted&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"It's ok it will be fun!" Caitlyn said smiling &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Thats just because you have Steven!" Tara said still scared&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"No!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stop!!" I yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Yes!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I said stop!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We need to be prepared! So go home and pack and meet at the house at 8:00 A.m.!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that they left&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-6048385021613862209?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/6048385021613862209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=6048385021613862209' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6048385021613862209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/6048385021613862209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2008/09/chapter-2.html' title='Chapter 2'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-943804763345282092.post-4126986575264455300</id><published>2008-09-13T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T12:59:19.676-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Secrecy Sisters Chapter One'/><title type='text'>The Secrecy Sisters &amp; The Murder On Baker St.</title><content type='html'>I am &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;writing&lt;/span&gt; a book so i am going to post one chapter at a time.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the first chapter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Chapter One&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Dare&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;It all started on a not so normal or typical day.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and i where eating in the school cafeteria, When Tara and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; came running up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Whats wrong??" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Nothing, just &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; said yes to the bet!" Tara yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and I screamed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Everything went silent and people stared.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;SSSHHHH&lt;/span&gt;!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; said with her finger up to her mouth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt;, I thought we agreed to say no!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; said still semi loud&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Stay quiet!" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; said harshly&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't want people to know!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OK...... But why did you say yes?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I don't know! I was nervous and you know how Chris scares me!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You still shouldn't of said yes." Coral whispered&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;" Well i didn't mean to!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"We know that." said Tara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Well now you have to go an........."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Ladies and Gentlemen!" Steven interrupted "Coral and The Gang have excepted the challenge!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;he said as if we were going on a adventure.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; put her head in her hands and stared to cry.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tara hugged her then whispered something in her ear.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Then she lifted her head up and wiped away the tears.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Stevens eyes meet &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; and as he spoke she gave him a evil glare.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;~&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Steven finished talking and walk off the stage.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;Caitlyn&lt;/span&gt; immediately Stood up and brush her light brown out of her face and walked away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"What s up with her?" Tara asked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Her and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;Steven&lt;/span&gt; are like the biggest enemies, I think she might have went to talk to him."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Coral suggested&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; giggled then &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_16"&gt;be gain&lt;/span&gt; to talk.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Are you mad Coral?" &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"About the bet? Noway i wanted to except it!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"You Did?" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_17"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_18"&gt;Tara&lt;/span&gt; said at the same time "But why?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Why Not?" I &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_19"&gt;respond&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With that i got up and left.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_20"&gt;Cailee&lt;/span&gt; look at Tara then back at Me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Crud!" She yelled&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"Huh! What?" Tara said like just waking up from a trance&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"I forgot to tell her. the bets tomorrow!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;"OH NO!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;They both ran for me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-4126986575264455300?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/4126986575264455300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=4126986575264455300' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/4126986575264455300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/4126986575264455300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2008/09/secrecy-sisters-murder-on-baker-st.html' title='The Secrecy Sisters &amp; 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MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SMlJz6eDDwI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fr1b4VcGQFI/s320/us.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;My sisters, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;I love them so dearly and cant believe how close we are growing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LORD just blessed me with them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chloe 7 (all the way to the left) was born with a hole in her heart, the doctors said she was going to be a drawf and wasnt going to grow, but the Lord has blessed us she is good and heathy, my Mom calls her a miracle child.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Caliee 12 (right next to chloe) she is from russia and I am so happy to have her and i love her so much! she is the age as me and we have so much fun together, she was with a family for about a year,  but I am gald she is happy here !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cyilea 3 (all the way to the right)&lt;br /&gt;is are little girl from china and i love her so much!&lt;br /&gt;she is so close to our family and it's like she has been here her whole life, and she is alway talking about Jesus and how much she loves her! i think that is amazing far a little girl from china knows the name of our Savior! Cyilea is what my Nana used to call a "Chineese Hood" she is so bossy and if she doesnt get wht she wants you dont want to know what happens! but she is learning and doing alot better!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so happy to have theese lovely sisters!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/943804763345282092-2213159807571950359?l=all4christcoralt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/feeds/2213159807571950359/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=943804763345282092&amp;postID=2213159807571950359' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2213159807571950359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/943804763345282092/posts/default/2213159807571950359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://all4christcoralt.blogspot.com/2008/09/my-sisters.html' title='My Sisters'/><author><name>Coral Christine</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03715324871432811928</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/S0AIjiA9GBI/AAAAAAAAAME/49rHSkx_QqI/S220/coral+009.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_dKdViGb1x38/SMlJz6eDDwI/AAAAAAAAABc/Fr1b4VcGQFI/s72-c/us.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
